Oasis Path©(English Version)BOOK 1 OASIS SAGA

Part 6

I approached Lisa and Xavier, who were enthusiastically discussing how much fun they had at the party, completely unaware that I barely spoke on our way to our dormitories.

Once ready for bed, Lisa made a passing comment about the time I spent with the teachers and how she saw me dancing with Mr. Smith and Mr. Evans. Fortunately, she didn’t dwell on it much, and I simply mentioned how tired I was, hoping to steer the conversation away.

My plan worked. We went to sleep without further discussion.

We woke up early today, and Lisa accompanied me to the library for some books. The morning passed in total silence on my part until, a few minutes into our piano class, Lisa expressed concern for me.

“Amelie, is something wrong? You seem distracted... or sad... Can I help with anything?”

Lisa was right. I felt somewhat sad. Despite having very few things in common with my mother and silently disagreeing with her on most things, I couldn’t help but miss her. I had never been away from home and my mother for such an extended period.

I didn’t want to admit this to Lisa, as we’re not yet close friends.

“Thanks, Lisa,” I began, so as not to worry her. “I just have a really bad headache. I guess I’m not used to events like last night.”

“Is it too strong? Should we go together to the clinic?”

“Don’t worry; it’ll pass soon.”

As I uttered those words, I heard a familiar voice, breaking into the room.

“Excuse me,” Evans said politely. “They’re requesting Miss Amelie Johnson in Mr. Smith’s office. I have instructions to accompany her right away.”

Surprise appeared on Lisa’s face, who nodded with concern. As I stood up, I noticed the curious gazes of some classmates. Evans, with his typical unruffled expression, waited to escort me.

We walked in silence through the hallways, and the echo of our footsteps resonated in the air. Evans’ imposing figure, always contrasting with the school’s everyday hustle and bustle. As we advanced, I couldn’t help but wonder why Mr. Smith had summoned me to his office so suddenly.

Mr. Evans must have noticed the rapid pace of my breathing as we entered the main hallway.

“Miss, is something wrong?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Your breathing,” he replied, “it’s agitated, as if you’ve had a big fright.”

“I’m just a bit surprised,” I added. “I don’t know why Mr. Smith is calling me to his office... by the way, I wanted to thank you for the dance of last night.”

“It’s not necessary,” he said, eyes ahead, “it’s always a pleasure for me to fulfill any request from Mr. Smith.”

“I see,” I said quietly as a feeling of disappointment washed over me.

“You don’t have to worry,” Mr. Evans said, seeming to offer a change of subject. “Your mother is waiting with Mr. Smith. That’s the reason we’re heading there.”

“My mother came to see me!” I exclaimed, startled.

“Yes,” he confirmed, then added, “I must say you resemble your mother a lot.”

I intended to thank him once more, but at that moment, we stood right in front of the door to Mr. Smith’s office.

Mr. Evans, like a true gentleman, opened the door for me, and there was my mother, engaged in a pleasant conversation with Mr. Smith.