The Boarding of Harmony and Lavender

The boarding of Harmony and Lavender part three

After first period ended instead of going to my next class I ran straight to the only place that would calm my nerves, the library. When I arrived the room was completely empty of students most likely because it was still during class hours. I walked up to the poetry section; grabbed that Edger Allen Poe book I wanted to read but never got much of a chance to because of all my meetings with lavender here. I plopped myself down on the floor and read for about an hour before I was interrupted by the librarian Miss Angie. She came up to me and asked "Do you have a pass?" Oh crap.

"Um, no I don't" I nervously looked her in the eyes. She smiled brightly then to my surprise sat down next to me and spoke

"Well ill let you slide today but next time at least try and forging a fake note or tell me you have a free period or something. Just attempt to hide the fact that you're ditching a little bit, it would show me you at least slightly respected me as a teacher".

I gave a sigh of relief and closed my book before speaking.

"I'm sorry, Thanks"

"No problem. You have been in here a few times this week, do you like reading?" she said.

"Yeah I enjoy reading, it takes my mind off things that are happening in real life" I shyly smiled.

"What do you need to take your mind off of?" said Angie.

The question took me by surprise and I didn't know how to respond. She smiled before speaking again "You can tell me, I mean I know we don't know each other but that's the beauty of it isn't it? I mean you can tell me anything and I wouldn't be able to judge you because I don't even know you." She grinned again. I was skeptical about talking to her at first because she is a teacher after all but I could feel a connection with her, not the heart stopping, stomach fluttering connection I have with lavender but more of a friendly truth worthy connection. I took a deep breath before talking "Well first off I hate this school, I hate living here, I hate the fact that I miss my old home when I didn't even get along with the person I was staying with, and I hate that fact that the only thing at this school I don't hate is a female and when ever I try to talk to her I end up sounding like a blubbering idiot!" I felt my eyes burn as the words left my lips. I felt stupid for sharing all of this to a stranger who probably thinks I'm mental. Angie looked at me, her face showed compassion and understanding. "I love this school I think it's beautiful and filled with intelligent young ladies. I love my job as a librarian and I truly enjoy taking care of and sharing these wonderful books with the students. The thing is though, I can't stand the teachers here. They treat me awful, like I'm a child, like I'm incapable of doing what they do just because I'm only twenty two but you see I still choose to stay here. Why you ask? Because I don't concentrate on the negative things I focus on what keeps me going and the good things are to valuable to give up for a few stupid bad things here and there." She smiled at me before continuing "so stop thinking about how much you dislike this school and just concentrate on the female who makes you sounds like a so called blubbering idiot, its just that simple." She said.

Then I realized for the first time how pretty Ms. Angie really was, I mean she didn't have that pulse racing beauty lavender had but still she was vary pretty. Her soft hair fell fluffy around her shoulders and her kind brown eyes were decorated adorably with a signal bold freckle under the right eye. Her skin looked warm and had a slight hint of a tan within it.

"Thanks for listening to me" I spoke as I stood up.

"I should go get ready because I'm meeting the female in a little bit" I grinned broadly.

Angie winked then got up and returned to the front desk and I walked back to my dorm. Once I was inside my room I searched my dresser for something decent to ware. I kept searching till I came across a black pleated skirt, well since lavenders always wearing dresses a skirt will look nice with out showing that I'm trying to hard to impress anyone. I pulled on a pair of black fishnet stockings and then put on the skirt over them. I started rummaging through my drawers once again in search of a shirt to go with it. I finally settled on a black shirt with a pretty gnarly coffin design across the chest. I begin running a brush through my extremely windswept hair then pushed it back into a rubber band. Then I washed my face and re-applied my usual make up, black eyeliner and black mascara. Instead of taking the time to put on and lace up my Doc Martin boots I slipped on a pair or converse. I checked the mirror a second time and then begin waiting for all the classes to get out...