The Little Night Light

Chapter 7

A couple days passed and I was finally caught on Thursday. Im not saying I was happy about it.

"Cybele, you do realize that all the assignments in class are now a zero for you."

"Yes Mr. Petersak. I know," I mumbled and looked out the window in the class room. I didn't really care. Besides, it's not like any college is going to ever want me. And I don't even know if I'll live that long.

"All I want to know is, why?" Just as he asked that question, a certain someone walked in the room. We made eye contact before I looked away. Mr. Petersak turned and looked to see what I was looking at, "oh... I see," for once, I had a teacher who didn't judge me for my 'crude actions' freshman year. He was silent for a moment, "well, all I can say is-"

"Transfer me to a different teacher."

"-change your seat." We were both silent. He sighed and looked at me, "what are you afraid of Cybele?"

"I don't wanna hurt him," my voice quivered, "I want to stay away, but it's just so hard, I feel so drawn to him."

He nodded and sighed.

"I understand."

"And I don't want to sit next to anyone. Please." Again he nodded.

"I think I can have that arranged." Just then the bell rung in the class room. People were still chattering away and no one seemed to notice that I was back in class again. Mr. Petersak pulled a desk out from the back and put it next to his desk. Everyone looked back in curiosity as I looked away from their staring faces.

"There, better?" He asked. I nodded and sat down whispering a thank you. The class muttered about my special treatment but was quickly silenced by Mr. Petersak.

"Good morning class. Today we will be finishing The Patriot. So, without further ado, let's begin." He pressed play on his computer, making the pretty colors splash on the white board, creating pictures of soldiers and the woods. I sighed and slouched back, not bothering to pay attention. I pulled out my note book and started writing and doodling, something to keep my mind distracted.

A couple minuets into the movie, a piece of paper was passed over to me. Not bothering to pay attention to it, I tossed it in the recycling bin. I began to write in my note book again when another one was passed back. Again, I tossed it in the recycling bin. When the fifth one came back, I finally gave up and decided to read the contents inside, dreading the words on the page.

Cybele,

I've seen what you can do. Why are you still hiding? I am not afraid. Please, can we just talk?

Connor

Fear flooded mr body and I hastily scribbled a huge 'NO' on the page before passing it back up. My teacher had fallen asleep, not realizing the white paper being passed up and down a row. I tried to remain calm and think as if I had never seen the note. Sadly I couldn't do anything other that. I was in the middle of writing a sentence when another note was placed on my desk. Curiosity got the best of me and I opened it up reading the words before me.

Cybele,

Please, I am not afraid. Why won't you give me a chance? I've seen what you can do yet I do not run. But why do you run from me?

Connor

I then write back 'because I don't want to hurt you, you haven't seen half of what I can do' and handed it back up. I was hoping he wouldn't respond but I was terribly wrong. A couple minutes later, the crumpled piece of paper was passed back.