The Boy From my Childhood

The Lonely Student Council President Glen

Notice: Point of View Change

POV: Glen

The morning sun had already risen. The student council meeting the day before was just dull as ever. No one shared any ideas and I was the only one who spoke the entire time and their constant response was "I agree, I agree." It's so bothersome. I can't be the only one with ideas for the upcoming fair. They have minds of their own so they should put it to use.

I got ready for school and placed my silver pins onto the shoulder of my blazer. I don't want to go to class early; I'll stall a bit. I went down to the dorm head's office and opened the door.

He slammed a picture frame down on his desk quickly. What does he does he do every single moment in this dorm? The answer is: stare at that "mysterious" picture. It wasn't my business to know what it was nor do I really care.

"Hello, Glen. Would you knock next time? No one knocks anymore. I mean can't I get a some privacy sometimes?" he said. He didn't even look angry just talkitive as ever.

"This is a job, Mr. Trist. The time you spend in here isn't yours personally. You work for the school and for the students," I said straightening my tie after noticing it was slightly crooked.

"Haha, you're right. Absolutely correct! So what did you come here for, Glen?"

"The room number of Pearson."

"Riley? That kid? Well, I feel like I shouldn't enclose you on that information, " Mr. Trist chuckled.

"Mr. Trist, a room number of a student is not a private one. So may I ask again sir, what is his room number?" I asked getting slightly annoyed.

"I shouldn't..."

"Mr. Trist, may I have to repeat what I said to you?"

He shook his head sideways in defeat and sighed.

"Fine... I guess it wouldn't hurt," he said.

Mr. Trist grabbed the packet of papers containing every dorm room.

"You're the second person to ask, no that's not right. You're the second one who threaten me this morning to get the room number of Riley. He sure makes friends fast," Mr. Trist said smiling, "It's just his first day too."

"Someone else asked?" I said trying to hide my surprised tone.

I wonder who it could be.

"Yep. Apparently it was Nick, the flashy looking fellow. Know him? That model kid? Oh and the room number is 210."

"Of course I do, Mr. Trist. I know everyone in this school."

I turned around starting to leave. I never understood Nick. He wore a friendly mask to teachers and the majority of the students he meets, but I've seen often enough to know that the mask easily slips off and his bitter and arrogant attitude shows when he is with people he had a tad of distaste in.

"Not personally, Glen."

"Excuse me?" I said as I glanced back at Mr. Trist.

"You said that you knew everyone at this school but that isn't necessarily true. You don't know a single student personally. You only know them by their basic background and their family name and their social position. But have you ever really spoken to many of the people that you say you supposedly know?"

My jaw tightened.

"You don't talk much to other students. You're usually alone. Am I right, Glen? " he asked.

"Don't talk to me like you know me," I said coldly and ignoring his question.

I stormed out the room. His ability to say something so unreasonable was uncalled for. It made me annoyed. Why am I so angry at him?! I know he didn't mean harm by saying what he said. What bugged me? What really bothered me?! What... I stopped in my steps and stared at my faint reflection coming from the polished tiles. The answer hit me and I finally understood why. I sighed in annoyance of myself. It was because all he said was true...

And I didn't want to accept that truth.