When Pigs Fly

Chapter 1

I was slouched over the hard desk. I was at school, and I was exhausted.

The day was droning on, my head was pounding, and there was still an easy half hour left before the bell. I felt uncomfortable sitting at the front of the class, but I needed to stay completely focused. I needed these grades.

Because I'm the scholarship student.

And the scholarship student needs to get perfect grades.

Or they could loose that extremely valuable scholarship.

The teacher kept on rumbling on, but I did my best to keep on topic, and I scribbled out notes in fancy, swirly handwriting for another fifteen minutes.

After that, the teacher told us to close our workbooks and face the front. The room was filled with the sound of books snapping shut and shuffling around as the room turned to the electronic whiteboard at the front. The teacher clicked around a few files, and then some video about illegal hunting and endanered species flickered up. I shifted about uncomfortably- Normaly I'm all over these videos, but today, I just couldn't keep my mind on it. I wanted to go home and sleep.

And sleep.

And sleep.

Nothing sounded better than sleep right now. I jerked my head up as a growl spun around the room. I blinked, looking for the source before realising that it had come from the screen. It was something to do with some men and a lion... I think.

I rubbed my temples. I could feel a headache coming on, which was bad, because I had four hours of dance straight after the bell.

I tried to concentrate on the video, but after drifting off a few times, I gave up. My eyes followed the marks on the roof for a while before I felt fingers tap my shoulder. I turned around to see my boyfriend sitting at the desk behind me.

Michael-He was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. He had deep, chocolaty brown eyes, and hair to match. His smile was bright, enticing and confident. He winked at me, his eyes twinkling with happiness.

We'd just found out our roles in the school play. It was called 'Little Shop of Horrors', and we'd both gotten good parts.  

That meant we'd be working together heaps for the next few months. Which was good, because he was a complete angel, and I loved him. He was such a great guy, and always the romantic fellow.  

I beamed at him through my now raging headache. Oh, why can't I just go home?

As if an answer to my prayers, the bell sounded, jolting some of my other classmates out of their dazes of confusion. I gathered all of my books into my arms and tugged my blazer over my shoulder, making a sharp break for the door. I strode towards the locker rooms as quick as I could, and jammed my homework and study books into my tiny bag. I felt an arm be slung across my shoulders, and smiled involuntarily. He helped me jam everything into my back-pack, them reached up onto the top level of the bag racks to where my dance bag was. He pulled it down and slung it over his shoulder, and picked up my blazer and his own bag. 

I looked at him curiously. "What are you doing?" I tilted my head at him, and he grinned back. "I'm walking to Dance with you." Normally I would've argued, but today, my feet felt like lead, and my head pulsed slowly in time with my steps.

I smiled at him, and then we set off down the street.