Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

Unconditionally Moving

Nobody said it was easy/It's such a shame for us to part/Nobody said it was easy/No one ever said it would be this hard ~ Coldplay, The Scientist

Emily's POV

I stared at the letter in my hands. I've... I've been accepted? What? I didn't- I didn't want to sign up! I didn't even sign up! H-How? Oh wait... I signed up three months ago. I didn't think... I don't want this! Or do I? But I can't cancel the offer. What can I do now? I scanned the page. ...By 31st of July. I still have a month or so. I watched the flimsy paper flutter gently to the ground, before sinking into a plush chair and letting my head drop into my hands. 

You'll have to tell the others. You know that, right? Oh, right... Ugh, why did I even sign up? Now I'm missing out on everything. I drooped, shoulders slumped. The clock chimed seven, and I got up moodily, slipping on my usual beige pumps and locking the door behind me. SCH will have to get another teacher for 9R... Well, that's your consequence. I knew it was true, even if I didn't want to admit it. Thoughtless. Thoughtless. Idiot!

Thus, I moped around for the entire day in a dramatic show of melancholy and gloom. Even 9R failed to make me anything less than a dark-haired cloud of disappointment. "Class... I'll be l-leaving you all in two months," I announced, trying not to let tears fall. "What? Why?" almost the entire class shrieked. What should I tell them? "I... I'm moving to New York. I'll visit you all... soon. Yes, soon. So... I'm leaving in one month," I replied, evading the question smoothly.

Matthew's POV

"So, I'm leaving in one month," a voice said from the classroom. What? EMILY? No! I was walking by, just to say hi... But instead of laughter, I heard the sound of shock. "Emily, YOU CAN'T GO!" I yelled, flinging the door open. The class all turned to stare at me. "Mat- Mr Harper, I... I don't have a choice," she whispered, but everyone could hear her. "Yes, you do! You could stay here with us..." my voice trailed off. She doesn't want to go either. She's being forced...

"I'm sorry, Mr Harper, 9R. I... This is my last day with you all. I'll leave my phone number here, on the board. If you all..." At this, her voice cracked and she paused, eyes overflowing... but not yet letting tears drip. "If you all need my help. It was a wonderful two terms that I spent with you," she finished, before packing her bag in the classroom for one last time. "Ms Fox, I-" She spun around, effectively shutting me up. "Matthew, don't try to stop me. I HAVE to do this."

She bowed to the class and walked out the door in an air of false confidence, when I could see the tear streaks on her cheeks. I reached out and grabbed her hand before she left. "Please... I've lost one friend to a fire, I don't want to lose another too..." She sighed. "I'm sorry, Mattie. I can't control this," she replied, then gently releasing herself from my grip and going into the lift, leaving me standing alone in the doorway.

Emily's POV

I couldn't bear to see the look on my students and my colleague's faces. Matthew'll tell the others... I can count on that. It was almost dismissal time, anyway. I let myself sink to the floor of the dank lift and let out a small sob, before feeling disgusted at myself and wiping my tears. I can't control this. I shall face this as a new life! Dude, you're only doing this becuase that's what the book characters do. Don't pretend to be heroic.

I stood up and dusted myself off, before going into the Staff Room and quickly packing up everything for the last time. I left it as bare as it was when I came... Save a note that I had written earlier. And time to hand in my resignation letter. I took the white envelope out of my bag, and walked up to Steinfield's table. "Hmm?" He looked indifferent. "I resign," I snapped, throwing the letter into his face, then whisking off.

I left the school without anyone noticing, lugging along a huge carpet bag behind me. The security guard waved at me, unknowing that it would be the last time he'd see me. It seems that we only appreciate things when we're leaving them. Duh. Humans are like that. I sighed for about the millionth time. And sighed again. I got into the car, and revved the engine for fun. I have to get lodgings, and a flight... And pack. 

Matthew's POV

The bell rang and I quickly dismissed the class, and let them go down by themselves as I ran to the Staff Room. Maybe I'll catch Emily before she leaves? I skidded to a halt at her table... that was empty. She's gone! Obviously. She's smart enough to go early, without all the fuss that you people'll put up. I sighed, and shuffled sadly back to my seat. Another friend gone. "Mattie! Where's Emily?" Arthur asked, running up to me. 

"She's... leaving for New York in a month... so she's resigned," I replied, trying not to cry. "WOT THE 'LOODY 'ELL, MATE?" he almost screamed. "What's wrong?" Amelia came up to both of us. "Emily's resigned and she's going to bloody New York!" Arthur said, arms flailing expressively. "What? When is she coming back?" We sort of fell silent and stood there a little uncomfortably. "Wow. You all didn't ask her. Fantastic," she groaned. 

"Always the practical one," I added. "Shut up, Harper," Amelia sighed. "Well, we'd better tell the others. And of course, help Emily in her packing." "Ooh, let's surprise her!" I suggested. "Won't she go all psycho-killer on us?" Arthur wondered. "Nah... I don't THINK so," Amelia replied thoughtfully. "Somehow, I don't trust you," I stated flatly. "You don't HAVE to. I'm your friend, Mattie, and I'm a woman, and women know best."

A/N: Oh no, Emily's GONE! Why though? :) *kesesese* Dedicated to: risrissaribena, jiaxuann_lee and olliieeeeeeeeeee for spamming me to upload...