Songless Bird

Chapter 2

We did go out, and we enjoyed ourselves at the buffet, the entire floor, including Elias, came with us. It took a lot of coaxing and some begging, but he eventually agreed. We returned back to the dorm house at ten, and majority of us went straight to our rooms and to bed, while some stayed up for a few hours longer in the common room watching TV

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"I swear, Willow, I'm going to shoot that freaking alarm clock of yours." Effie whines. I roll over and turn it off. Today's the first day of the term. I've got my schedule, and I'm totally prepared for the day. I only have two classes today, but I don't care, I'm too excited.

I get up, quickly getting dressed and grabbing my bag before leaving the room. In the common room, I shoot a text to Reagan, as we have our first class together, and planned to go out for breakfast this morning.

The Irish boy came out of his room a couple moments later, and I quickly signed a greeting to him.

"Wrong twin, lass." Ronan laughs, and I blush, looking down at my feet. He chuckles. "It's alright, no need to be embarrassed."

"Embarrassed about what?"

'I thought he was you.' I sign to Reagan as his brother sits on the couch.

"Common mistake." Reagan laughs, "Don't worry about it too much."

'Okay.' I smile at him.

"Ready to go?"

I nod, and we make our way out of the door building.

At the coffee shop, I once more buy a Latte, and Reagan gets a couple of raspberry pastries.

We sit down at the same table as yesterday, and I sip my latte, expressing my excitement to Reagan as he eats one of the pastries.

"Slow down," He laughs. "I can't read what you're saying if you do it so fast."

'Sorry.'

"Here, try a bite of this." He holds out one of the pastries. I lean forward, taking a bite.

'That's so good!' I sign, loving the taste.

"I know, that's why I buy them." Reagan laughs. "We have fifteen minutes until the lecture starts, and we probably should be there already."

'Then let's go!' I sign, finishing my latte as he finishes the last pastry.

We make it to the Writing Classroom and take seats on the left side, near the podium where the professor would be, but a few rows back. Majority of the room was already filled, but there was still space for more.

"Excited?" Reagan asks, putting his hand on mine, as I had been tapping my fingers on the desk. I laugh, and nod, grinning at him.

A few minutes later, the bell for the start of class rings, and a couple last minute students find their seats. The professor made his way down the aisle to the podium. Murmurs resonating around the room, majority referring to his looks.

"He's even hotter in person." Reagan whispers, and I roll my eyes, giggling at the older boy.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. As you should already know, I am Professor Spencer of Creative Writing and various literature courses." He speaks in a low voice, sounding almost as if he's bored, and doesn't want to be here. "The first half of this semester will mainly be spent studying great works of literature. Can anyone tell me the character Hamlet's first line, from Shakespeare's play, and who he spoke it to?" That's easy. I think to myself. 'A little more than kin, and less than kind.' This he said aside, to himself.'