Flames of Ice

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I walked to my next class, knowing that since I was walking so slowly, I would probably be late. I hated being late. It bothers me, because when you walk into the classroom, the teacher stops teaching and the students all look up and stare at you. And when this happens we all know that the blood begins to flow and a blush fills my cheeks, and then you have to deal with the snickers of the other classmates. Not fun, let me tell you.

I broke into a sprint down the many hallways and to my English class. This was one of my favorite classes of the day, just because I loved writing so much, more than anything else in this world. Not to mention our English teacher is the best! Mrs. Brandan was one of those teachers that was happy all the time, even if the rest of the class was in one of their rebellious moods.

I finally reached the final hallway, when Brinnnnnnggggg Brinnnnnnggggg Brinnnnnngggggg. Of course only now the bell would ring, and I had almost made it to class.

I yanked open the door to the English classroom and walked in, hoping that no one would notice me. Thankfully when I walked in, Mrs. Brandan hadn’t entered the classroom yet, so kids were scattered throughout, talking to their friends or giggling about a funny joke that they had just shared. I hurriedly ran to my normal seat at the back of the room. As soon as I had sat down and pulled out a notebook and a pencil, Mrs. Brandan walked in.

“Attention! If you would all please sit down we will be ready to start class.” Students took there places and those that were communicating went back to their seats.

“Okay, students, we are going to start of today with....” As she talked, I slowly drifted off into my own world. I began to think about what had happened between myself and Matt only a few moments before. What the heck was that?…was I hearing things or did he actually say something to me? I pondered whether I was going crazy for a moment or two before denying the thought. There had to be a logical explanation, considering nothing like this had happened before.

“Loucelle, Loucelle? Did you hear me?” I looked up seeing that the whole class was staring at me, and Mrs. Brandan was apparently been trying to ask me a question.

I felt the heat rise slowly into my cheeks as I began to respond. “Sorry, Mrs. Brandan, I guess I just blanked out there for a second. Could you please repeat the question?” Before she said anything, however, I knew what her question was. Our next project that will probably last the rest of the year is about plays. So what is your favorite play. I shook with surprise. What was that about?

“I said that our next project for this class that I have been planning has to do with plays. This will count for a good percentage of your grade. Then I asked what your favorite play is.” She said as she walked up and down the rows of desks.

I quivered inside with what had just happened, but I maintained my composure in front of her and the rest of the class and said, “Cymbeline by Shakespeare.”

“A very intriguing choice Loucelle,” she nods and continues to the rest of the class, “I will be assigning to each group that I pick either a Shakespearean play or that of controversial topics. Each group will have to not only memorize their lines, but perform the play in front of the class. I expect that each of you will be dressed appropriately for your parts and that this performance can be put into action in two weeks.” She went over to her desk to retrieve a list that she had created for groups.

I began to tune her out, thinking about what had just happened to me. Did she repeat the same thing twice? Or Had I...had I gotten a glimpse at what was in her mind? That would explain what had happened in the hallway earlier with Matt...but what could Dom possibly have to do with Matt and Lily. But all of this was impossible, things like this only happened in fiction based novels or sci-fy thrillers. This couldn’t be my life...