Lighthouse

Odour of gasoline

The slopes of the Sinshill were completely covered with damp leaves. Autumn was gently swallowing summer and everything was gold and dark-green. The branches were swaying and it looked like an invitation for Margot. "Good afternoon, my lovely zone," she whispered. Some of the leaves were still on their "legal place" so it wasn't a big deal to hide from someone's vision. Margot had to walk as careful as it was possible to avoid a fall. She didn't want to feel the pain of a sprained knee once again. The girl reached two twin-trees and sat down between them. Listening to the "Nightmare" she lighted a cigarette.
At first, she started to do this because she thought that it could help her to reduce stress. Then she realised that there was something more specific in having such a habit. And that was the beauty of smoke. It wasn't just a steam that comes out of our mouth when it's cold in the street. It was a grateful form of breathing. Margot was captured by that discovery so she tried to enjoy the beauty of smoke several times in a week.
Listening to "Trouble" mixed with the mysterious silence of autumn trees, Margot didn't notice a young woman, who came to the Sinshill. It was miss Sunshine. Margot nervously hid the cigarette. "It's not a necessary," said the teacher smiling. "Okay," answered the girl and continued smoking. "I've been checking your answer sheet and there were a few mistakes," said miss Sunshine in her unique voice. "Ha, it was predictable but who cares?" asked Margot with irony. She looked up to inspect her interlocutor. Miss Sunshine wasn't a tall one, she had curly blonde hair and bottomless grey eyes. Wearing that coat and a funny crocheted hat she looked so cute. The strangest thing was about her age: she didn't make an impression of an adult experienced teacher. "Maybe nobody cares but if you studied harder or had a couple of private lessons, your results could be excellent," answered the teacher and sat near Margot. "Anyway, I'm January," said miss S. Margot giggled:"January Sunshine? It's a bit strange and seems like an alias. But I'm sorry..." "Never mind," answered miss S. with a smile. "I have an awkward question,"said Margot hesitating. "I'm listening," said January looking at thin ribbons of smoke disappearing in the air. And the dialogue started:
-So, how old are you?
-Twenty-one.
-Nonsense! How can you work as a teacher at high forms? What's wrong with my school?
-Nothing's wrong but nothing's special. Why are you so surprised? I've graduated from the university and principal North had no choice because more experienced candidates were looking for benefits when I weren't. So, this job is mine.
The cigarette was over, Margot gave a brief look at January. She looked so harmonious surrounded by all those leaves. "Sorry, I have to go," muttered Margot. "Bye," answered miss S.
Margaret was going away when she suddenly looked back for a moment. January was lightning her own cigarette. "How can she be my teacher?"thought Margot. But deep inside she was feeling a pleasurable warmth of talking to someone without any difficulties.

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