Don't Instruct the Wind

Chapter 4

I began to take a stroll in the hallways, looking for a teacher that can assist me in getting a new dorm.

Once I spotted a teacher walking, heels clacking on the floor at a rapid pace, I attempted to stop her in her tracks, "Excuse me ma'am can you help me with—"

"I have mandatory meetings I must attend, find someone else," she continued walking, and her voice trailed from down the hall. She didn't even look up from the clipboard that was resting on the palms of her hands.

Okay, it's not like she could helped anyways. I hope she trips on something for being so inattentive.

All I need is a little sweet teacher to help me get a new room. I'm not even planning on ratting out Rafael and Ernest. This shouldn't even take more than a second.

I spotted another teacher, who also seemed to be rushing to some important three-hour meeting. I approached her, looking around for more teachers just incase she couldn't help me either.

"Excuse me, how can I get a new dorm?" I questioned, awkwardly holding eye contact to seem respectful.

"Dorm? What you think this is? College?" She turned and looked at another teacher who was standing down the hall. They both began to laugh. "We have more important issues to deal with—"

"I hope you lose your job," I retorted and began to walk away.

"How is we supposed to help you if you just gonna stomp away?" I heard the teacher call out from behind me.

She's not wrong but, I'm stubborn. I bet she doesn't even know what a dorm is. They probably have her sleep outside under a bush at this strange ass school.

I noticed two grand doors with shiny handles and intricate swirly patterns that sat at the end of the hall. It's evident that whoever is behind those doors is important. I'm sure they can help me out.

I power walked down the hall, looking as if I needed to report some macabre crime scene I had just stumbled upon.

I bursted through the thick wooden doors, "Hey, can you help me with something? You're clearly important—"

My eyes met a young women, sitting behind a tidied up desk, staring into my soul as if she was used to people just coming into her work space unannounced. Her eyes went wide and she tilted her head as if she was questioning me even being real or not.

After I shut the door behind me, the entire room was filled not only with my unfamiliar presence, but silence.

"What universe do you come from where people don't know how to knock?" Her voice echoed and bounced off the walls.

"Look ma'am, I just need help with something so simple. Can you get me a new dorm—room— I meant to say room," I corrected myself and folded my hands behind my back. This is awkward.

Only her eyes looked up to glance at my sorry, helpless self. Not a single muscle moved until she ceased writing on some old crumbled paper and dropped her pen on the table. After seeming startled before, she now began to appear more bothered.

"Do you at least know anyone that can help me?" I questioned, breaking the silence that was strangling my guts.

"I can't get anyone to help you out, young man. They don't really listen to anything I ask of them," she softly answered, lowering her chin and pushing up her glasses. "They don't take your requests serious either, huh? Same thing happens to me."

"Then why are you working here?" I scoffed.

"Money," she instantly replied, while tapping the pen on the table.