I was never there

Chapter two

I stared at the ceiling and thought of her. Her beautiful black hair, dark eyes, and voice... I would do anything for her. I got up and put on my hoodie, then went to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection cheerfully. My hair was its usual dark brown explosion.Would she like me?I brushed my teeth and tried to tame my unruly hair with some gel from my dad; as usual, it didn't really work. But I didn't care because I was in a good mood and knew that today would be a fun day. I would ask Ivy to go to the movies with me. Please say she agrees...I went downstairs and ran into Sarah."Good morning," I said."Max," she started with puppy eyes and her high, cute voice, "will you take me to school today?" "Well, actually..." I looked at my little sister in her homemade unicorn onesie and messy hair. I melted and couldn't say no anymore. "Okay, but I want to leave in fifteen minutes," I said as sternly as possible, but I immediately burst into laughter when I saw her happy face.With Sarah riding on the back of my bike, we headed to her school and dropped her off at the entrance. After a quick hug, I raced to my own school and parked my bike in the bike rack. I quickly climbed all the stairs to the top floor and almost ran into my French teacher."Bonjour Max," she said, slightly startled."Bonjour," I stammered back and, before she could say anything I didn't understand, I ran to the classroom behind her. Out of breath, I plopped down on my chair when the second bell rang."Just in time," said the math witch grumpily. She was the most arrogant, emotionless, coffee-smelling teacher ever, and that's why I felt the urge to stick my tongue out at her."Go to chapter 4, page 154, and read all of theory A. Then, do exercises 36 to 39," she said slowly and monotonously. With every word she uttered, she hissed so loudly that the spit splatters could still be felt on the other side of the math classroom.I reluctantly unzipped my bag, took out my math book and notebook, and slammed them on the too-small desk. I looked at Ivy for a moment, but I was immediately captivated by her handsome face and hopelessly continued to stare at her. She was sitting there with a shiny grin on her face."What page was it?" asked Billy, the school's wimpy loser. He was the target of almost everyone's bullying and was skinnier than a stickman.With a terribly irritated look, she sarcastically looked down at him for ten seconds and then threatened, "Get out of my classroom." As she said the last word, she spat an unpleasant glob of saliva onto his glasses."What did you say?" asked Billy as he tried to clean his glasses by spitting on them himself."HOW many times do I have to tell you to address teachers with respect?! And I said, get the fuck out of my classroom!" she shouted.It all went a bit over my head because I was still in a trance, staring at Ivy."Sorry, ma'am," squeaked Billy as he gathered his belongings and left the classroom. At least, he tried to, but the door was slammed in his face and the principal stormed in with a serious expression on his face. Billy was thrown against the wall, bloodied nose and all, and lay quietly, afraid of doing something wrong again. The impact of Billy hitting the wall immediately brought me out of my trance."Dear students of 5HE," he said. "You may have noticed that Maya is not present today, which is due to yesterday's incident. Maya was attacked and poisoned during an evening walk in the park. This morning, around four o'clock, her lifeless body was found a few meters away. The police are currently conducting further investigation."A shock went through the class, including myself. Immediately, a flood of questions raced through my mind: why Maya, the quiet one? Was the murder an act of revenge or random? Had she done something? No, because my friends told me she was always so well-behaved..."Dead?!" someone exclaimed indignantly."Yes.""How awful!" said the witch teacher; she probably didn't mean it.I glanced at Ivy again. She didn't even look sad, but she was still beautiful; her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and she was wearing a fucking sexy dress and... she turned her head and looked at me. I quickly averted my gaze and stared stupidly ahead. WTF! Maybe she likes me! I was on cloud nine, but in my euphoria, I had completely forgotten that I was sitting, grinning stupidly, in a class full of children who were all mourning because someone had been murdered. I quickly hide in my hoodie.

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