𝘋𝘐𝘍𝘍𝘐𝘊𝘜𝘓𝘛-𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔

To say I had a bad day wasn't a phrase strong enough to describe what I was feeling after the third period of my second day and maybe I was wrong about things going in the right direction, because now I felt indcredibely lost. The spinning of my mind making it impossible, once again for me to fall asleep, since I was not able to get that scene that unfolded in front of me, that included me.

I sat down to a free chair, more at the front than the back. I pulled my stuff out, pencilcase, notebook and books to prepare myself for history. I loved this subject, always enjoyed it when I learned it at home with my teacher, she could always explain it in an intresting and less boring way, so it always maintained my attention more.

I was in the first ones to arrive, just a few other kids were in the room, busying themselves with their phone, while I took my time to look around and observe a little. The classroom was quite big, with lots of desks and a large boared placed at the front wall of the class. Next to it there was a projetion screen that was turned off. On every wall there were maps of America, the world and also Europe.

I have no idea for how much time I was surverying the class, but I eventually heared the bell ring. I snapped out of my stare and noted that the class was almost full. I'd be lying if my anxiety didn't kick in the moment I saw the ammount of students that were chattering, waiting for the teacher to arrive. The process to have my anxiety on full, was slow. First I could feel my troath getting dry, then my palms started sweating. Trying shake the terrible feeling off, telling myself over and over again that everythign will be fine, I tried to breath evenly to calm my nerves down, but then the teacher stepped inside the room. He was quite tall, with brown hair, that had grey parts in them. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt, that was tucked in his jeans.

He looked delighted to come in here and teach us, unlike the students, who let out quiet groans, when they saw the man arrive. I don't know if it was personal or they just weren't in the mood to study history, but it was obvious that the excitement was one sided.

'Okay, class,' he started and I knew he was about to call me out, because that's what every teacher did. 'We have a new student joining us today.' he smiled, eyes not finding me yet. 'Mila, where are you?' he asked, only saying my first name. I didn't know if I should stand up or remin seated, so I just lifted my hand, hoping he'd spot me out this time. His eyes were everywhere, but on my hand, so I decided it wouldn't hurt to start talking.

'I'm here.' I said, but it was barely above a whisper, since the minute he said my name, I became nervous again.

'Oh, hello Mila...' he started, glancing down to his paper that he placed on his desk. 'Woods.' he said my last name, but now it was his turn to whisper. I frowned when I saw his face turn from happy and energized, to sad even misearable and I felt the need to ask what was wrong.

'Is everything okay?' I asked, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, waiting for th teacher to answer, which took him a while.

'Well...' he said, but the words didn't make it past his troath. He then looked up and searched my face, and his expressions fell even more, as my heart picked its pace up. What was going on?

I swear to God it felt hours when, shook his head in what I only could think as disbelife, but his next words shocked me.

'You look so much like her!' he said, voice giving up on him, but at that moment I couldn't care less about him, when my heart basicly stopped dead in my chest. Frown getting even deeper I stared at him, trying form words, but I was incapable of doing so.

'Wha-' I tried, but I couldn't countine. 'I-I think you have me confused with someone.' I muttered, wrapping my arms around my body, because of how uneasy I felt.