Dusk Till Dawn

Chapter-8: I don't know what to name this....

AMBROSE P.O.V:

          Yesterday was fun to say the least. Irene was honestly a really funny person to be around, after you get by the fact she kinda reminds you of a fiesty cat. I was running late today, saying I kinda overslept. "Ambrose!! Hurry up!! Breakfast's ready!!" my mom called out. "No time, mom." I said, running down the stairs, kissing her cheek and hurrying to the bus stop.

          Finally, I'm at school. As I'm getting down, I check my timetable aaanndd... I've got Chemistry first. That's fine. I rushed into class and apologised for being late. "Sorry, I'm late!!" Then, I realized, there was no teacher yet. "Ugh!! Wait a go, myself.." I sat down, hiding my kind of red face.

          "Good morning kids!!" our usually late Chemistry sir called out. He still believed we were in middle school. I don't say this because I don't like being referred to as a "kid". My mom calls me that all the time. It's just that, he has this thing where he's like extremely protective of us as if we, his students, were just born yesterday. Like, seriously man, who says 'Never eat what strangers give you~' in the middle of a lecture??

          My first class was without Irene which, I have to admit, is actually quite boring. Aside from her silent demeanor, she actually makes the best dad jokes. She told me this the other day, 'Why was the chocolate being punished?? Because he was choco-late!!' The joke itself wasn't funny. But the child-like excitement she said it with made it all the more wholesome.

          There was this one about a ma- "Mr. Allard, would you be so kind as to explain your fellow classmates how we will be getting this chemical out of these chemicals??" he questioned, gesturing to the board. "Uh.. Well, First we-" I will not bore you with the details, but let's just say that I answered the question well because I was an excellent student and because I also had my book open uder my desk.

IRENE P.O.V:

          I reached in quite early today. Though I would've been earlier if my cat, Minerva didn't begin playing with me. Minerva is really intelligent and clever. And vocal. Can't forget that. I had Literature first. That was good. I could refresh my mind and hopefully write a story about a cat. And also about how I want to become an old cat lady.

          "Ms. Prue!! Yet again, you're the earliest in the class!!" Mrs. Smith wasn't so bad. But it did get kind of annoying when you're like the teacher's pet. But you have no wish to be...

          I gave her a tight lipped smile and took my usual place at the back of the class. Once all the students filed in, Mrs. Smith began telling us that today's class wouldn't be like the usual classes. "Since it is still the first week,I'm not going bore you and I'll tell you about the lesser known fun facts about many famous authors, playwrights, etcetera, etcetera." And thus, she began.

          After the class ended, I had to admit, it wasn't so bad. Of course it went off-topic and we mostly talked about clever references authors used. And obviously, after 40 minutes of happiness, we'd have 40 minutes of agony. Because, we've got... PHYSICS!! I hate it.

          I don't understand why we've got to learn about the laws of physics, blah, blah, blah. Like what's the point. Not all of us want to become rocket scientists. Unlike Maths, physics isn't something you'd need later in life. But if you are planning to be an engineer, then yeah, it's useful.

          I walked all the way to my locker, got my books, then walked all the way to Physics class. People tell you to get exercise, but I don't get the point of it when you already walk like, 2 kilometers in school everyday.

AMBROSE P.O.V:

          I've got Latin now. It would be really wonderful if Irene was here. She'd be of great help. It's been only three days and I'm already depending on her. Good going, Ambrose!! There's this weird thing about ranting. You'll be talking in your head, and you'll rant to yourself about nothing in particular.

          Like how life doesn't give you lemons. Humans invented them. Which means we are the reason for all the problems we face. It's- I dunno. I forgot the word. But like, we're making up problems and then we become drama queens and stuff. Of course, not everyone is like that.

          While I was caught up in my thoughts, the professor entered the room and began teaching us. After a horrible forty minutes of me not understanding anything and blindly copying notes, it was finally recess.

          "Hey!" Irene banged her forehead on her locker door when she heard me. "Trying to escape me, are we?" "Nope. Not we. Just me." she said, putting her Literature books inside. "Oh, come on!! I'm not that annoying!!" I dragged out my on just to annoy her further. She rolled her eyes in response.

          "Mr. I'm-not-that-annoying, we are going to PE in a few minutes, and I really don't like that, so I would appreciate it if you would let me get through this before you start bothering me again." I shrugged in response. "Sounds good to me." "Thank you for your mercy." she answered, mock-bowing to me.

          And so, off we went to eat food and then face the death that is Physical Education.