Sector City

~Chapter 7~ ~Julie~

Lilly and I get to our assigned room after right assembly and find the desks with our tests on them. The other students slowly trickle in, I noticed that David was the last to come in because he was holding the door for the others.
When I start looking over my tests I notice my sketch is in the pile. I put it at the bottom of the pile and get to work on my math test.
The teacher comes in a minute later and I don't even pick up my head. I want to finish so I can get home but I can't go home yet because of what I did to Blair. Will they make the whole bus wait for the half hour that Mr. Daniels sentenced us to? Or will they get home before us and Aunt Anne find out from her friends that I'm violently over-protective of myself? My mind is racing with worry until I feel someone's eyes on me. I tense up and slowly turn my head.
It's David.
He's in the seat one row behind me and to the side. Probably he noticed I'm not actually working on my tests. I turn back to my work.
I hear him shift papers around. He wasn't working either.
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I put down the last answer on my math test, the only test I didn't finish before and pull out my picture. I glance around before I start. It looks like almost everyone is done but the teacher doesn't notice.
I peer at the paper that David is leaning over. I don't know what it is but it isn't one of the tests. I see a ton of words on it but I can't read it from this far away because of the angle. I turn back to my picture.
I don't know what to do about the face. I never saw it in my dream and I can't draw things unless I've seen them before. I try to figure out who it could be. Then I remember another part of the dream, when I went to brush away the petal it was a small rough hand that did it for me. I try to remember any other details that could tell me who it was. Then I remember another time I saw those same hands. This morning on the bus. One of them was on my shoulder. They are David's. My head snaps around to look at him before I can stop it. I stare at his small rough hands frantically racing down the page. I peel my gaze back to the front of my desk, take a deep audible breath. I cautiously raise my hand. The teacher gets up and walks toward me.
"Yes?" She asks, worry in her tone.
I respond as quietly as possible, "May I please go to the restroom?"
"Are you done with your work?" I nod an murmur, "Yes ma'am."
She thinks it over for a second then nods yes. "Let me get you the hall pass."
I follow her to the front of the class and she pulls out a slip of paper. After filling it in she hands it to me and says, "Just hurry back."
I take the paper and walk right out the door. When I get to the bathroom I lean on the counter until my stomach stops doing round-offs.
David.
David was the boy in my dream. It had to be him, but I can't believe it.
I think over the other things I could see about the boy in my dream. He was wearing jeans, and a light brown leather jacket. I bite my lip. That's what David wears when he's not in the school uniform. I've seen it. I have always liked that jacket. Not so much now.
I take a deep breath, and slowly let it out again. I was dreaming about David? Really? How sick could my mind be?
But then again, he is kind of cute. Kind of. I bite my lip, and stare at my reflection.
My stomach settles after a few minutes and I head back to the classroom.
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I decided that I might as well finish my sketch, even though it is him in it. I look over my shoulder at him while he works on the test. I notice the sharp jutting curve half way down his nose, and the large jagged scar across his chin and lower lip. That is a strange scar, and I wonder where he got it.
He looks up at that moment and we lock eyes. I feel my face go hot, and my eyes widen a little.
He just stares at me like he's curious as to why I was watching him. I turn back around, shutting my eyes tight and biting my lip.
I feel humiliated.
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I stuff my books, and the sketch, in my bag when I hear the last bell go off for the day. I hurry out the door and make it to the front of the school. That's when the herd of kids comes running out. I walk over to the bench and climb to my perch on the top, my bag sitting under my feet. Everyone mills around and talks to their friends. Soon Lilly is up here next to me. We watch as all the busses drive in and pick up the other students. Ag is always one of the last groups to be picked up. The principal comes up to me and Lilly.
"Julie. I've decided that you will not have to stay for thirty minutes after school. Instead you must write these lines." He hands me a sheet of paper and says, " and don't sit up there. You might fall," then walks off to find Blair.

I grudgingly hop off with Lilly following close behind. We sit on the bottom part of the bench and I read the lines I will have to write.
"I will learn to control my anger in the midst of turmoil." Underneath written in small box letters someone said, "Nice aim. ;)"
I grin, and open my bag to put away the paper. As I do, I see something in my bag that doesn't belong. I reach in and pull out a small black box. It has someone's initials on the top in gold letters.
KBC
They're my mother's.
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