Sam
Henry called me Sunday night and said he had a business trip with his dad and he won't attend school until tonight, or tomorrow morning. Today was Tuesday where I had morning period with Mrs Clark and then the afternoon with Howard. I was running towards my class because I forgot to set an alarm for this morning and overslept, I reached the destined door and knocked.
A few seconds later Mrs Clark opened it, she stared at me up and down before put one hand on her hip ready to start scolding me in front of the whole class.
"You're late" yeah I obviously didn't know that,
"I'm sorry Mrs Clark, my alarm di-"
"Zip it" she cut me off and I quickly shut my mouth, she stepped out of the way and let me walk inside. I made my way to a random seat making sure not to trip in front of the hundred eyes watching me.
"See me after class Ms Falcon" Mrs Clark said without even looking my way, she went on with whatever she was explaining while I sat down in my seat thinking when this will end. I still had three hours of lecture left.
I tried my best to listen and take notes and that kind of helped with the time, even though I felt every minute of the three hours it did go faster than expected. Soon, the place was empty and I was left Mrs Clark.
"Samantha Falcon, Lilith and Vivienne Falcon adoptive daughter"
"Just daughter, you don't have to point that out"
"It is obvious after all, there's nothing to hide" she said again with a sarcastic tone, is she a racist old hag or something? Or is she just mad my mother is prettier?
"If this isn't going to be about me being late then. I should probably leave, have a good day Mrs Clark" I said before making my way to the door but was stopped by the professor speaking.
"Don't you want to know your real mother, Samantha?" She asked making my heart drop, my mother? How does she know about my mother? I pretended I didn't hear what she said and left the room, I had to call my mom to see who's this Mrs Clark. I dialed her number and she answered on the second ring.
"Hi sweetie" I heard her say on the other side of the phone, I smiled because I missed talking to her.
"Hi mom, I missed you"
"I missed you too sweetheart, are you okay? You sound a little bit off" she asked, I walked through the cafeteria trying to find an empty table to sit on. When I didn't find one I decided to go sit in my car instead.
"Yes mom, I'm great. I just wanted to ask you something" I unlocked the car door and got in putting my stuff in the passenger seat.
"Yes baby what's up?" I heard her say then her a sound of a crunch like she just took a bite of something, chips.
"Do you know a woman called Mrs Clark, I don't know her first name." The line stopped and I thought she hung up on me, I looked at my screen to see the timer still counting.
"Clark? A white woman with blonde hair? Very tall? And looks mean?" My mom described Mrs Clark.
"Uhuh yes, that's her"
"How do you know her?" She asked curiously,
"She's my professor, she asked me about you on the first day. I was just curious how she knows you, that's why I called" I didn't have to tell her that the woman knows about my biological mother, I'll leave that for later.
"Catherine Clark and I used to play together, but at some point I needed to leave to focus on my company and that caused her to go bankrupt, she didn't play for a while, but luckily for her she met this conductor, Louis Clark, the man she's married to right now. And she played for his orchestra, I think after that she became a music professor. Good for her" my mom explained, but how does Mrs Clark know about my biological mother? Did she play for the same orchestra as her? Does she still do? Is that why she asked me that question earlier?
"That's interesting. Well, I guess that's it. Say hi to momma for me and kiss Aurora, I'll come see you this weekend I promise"
"Don't make promises you can't keep Sam"I rolled my eyes playfully and smiled.
"I'll keep this one, bye mom, love you"
"Love you too, sweetie" I hang-up the phone and sighed, does this Catherine Clark really know about my birth mother? Or is she just saying that to get to me? But what did I ever do to her, for her to get back at me? Maybe she's still mad that my mom left her to bankruptcy.
A knock on my window startled me, I looked to my side to find Chucky standing there with a bored look. I sighed and pulled the window down.
"Sorry I don't have change" I said with a smirk because of the usual homeless outfit she was wearing, another hoodie but with cargo pants this times, just how many hoodies does she have?
"Ha ha very funny"
"What do you want?" I asked making her lean down on the window to see me better because the car was low, I pulled my head away from the window so I don't have to sit that close to her face.
"Did you think about the idea?" I did actually think about it, I thought about it since she left that Friday night.
"No? But it's still a no"
"Oh c'mon don't be a pussy Sam, it's just a painting. One damn painting and you'll never see me again, you can burn it after we're done for all I care." She said sounding frustrated,
"I don't want you to see my boobs!"
"What boobs?!" She said then her eyes widened when she realized what just came out of her mouth, I didn't have small boobs, I had C cups and they were perfect size. She's just blind!
"I'm not.. I didn't mean....I-"
"Just shut up" I cut her off and was about to pull the window up but she put her hands on the door stopping the window from closing.
"I was...ehm... listening to classical music this weekend, and I thought this one song may be the best..wait I forgot the name" she started looking through her pockets to try and find her phone, eventually she did.
When she pressed play I closed my eyes in disbelief, she wants me to play Lacrimosa by Mozart.
"This, needs a whole orchestra and a choir even to play, and I don't like playing the piano version" she looked at me confused,
"Well isn't your mom a conductor, and is the head of an orchestra?" She asked again, I gave her a confused look. What? She wants me to ask my momma to come play for a damn school project.
"Yes? But if you think I'm going to ask my mother to bring a whole orchestra here, you're out of your mind" I tried to shut the window again but her hands were still blocking it.
"Why not? I thought you really cared about this project?" She pushed even further, I do care about this project but not to the point where I have to pose naked and bring an orchestra and a choir to school. That's just so extra.
"I do, just not enough"
"Ah by the way, I'll be passing by tonight instead. I have a match.....I have something to do Friday" a match? What match? She plays sports? I nodded and pushed her hands off of my car before closing the window, she rolled her eyes at my childish behavior and I flipped her off then drove away to the closest restaurant, I was starving and I had to put something in my system since I was too late to even have breakfast this morning.
An orchestra she said, literal insanity.....
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