Coincidences

Act II

Zoey never showed up to me ever since. Not even once. Well, I still see her through the window, since my view permits me to overlook both the ocean and her room. No lewd thoughts, though.

I usually go knock next door to see if I can at least meet her properly, but Mrs. Hudson always apologizes and says, "She doesn't want to meet anyone yet. There's nothing I can do."

She's the least of my problems. This phenomenon won't stop bothering me. It happened three times this week alone. And it's Monday.

So frustrating.

Dad grabbed the car keys in a hurry. He yelled, "I'm gonna be late for work, and you're gonna be late for school."

"Yeah, yeah..." I said unenthusiastically.

"Come on!"

We haven't asked information about the school bus, so we climb in the van and accelerate past the speed limit. We'll consult the secretary to inform him/her (like I would know) that we'll be needed bus service. Or something like that. Dad won't be able to drop me off with the car everyday.

The van takes an upward stride as we pass the train station. The school is on top of a cliff, thus it is surrounded by walls around the perimeter. Since it's located on an elevated area, the building is composed of various floors and basements, with an open outdoor plain situated on an excavated part of the hill. The top floor held the entrance and the offices. With its brick foundation, you could tell it's a strong hell of a place.

The school has no parking lot, and, because the site is in a high place, there really isn't a safe place to park.

The good ol' man was wise to double-check the handbrake. We stopped by the main doors and hoped the van wouldn't roll down the hill.

Entering the building, you could see the hallways flooded with fliers and lockers by the walls, floors dirtied with footprints and heavily lighted with florescent bulbs. The doors with metal handles weren't all that inviting.

The secretary's office was the second door of the western hallway. You could hear the silent hassle from a mile away. We barged in, and, to our surprise, saw Mrs. Hudson by the desk.

"Mr. Turner, fancy seeing you here," greeted Mrs. Hudson.

"Yes, a surprise it is," Dad said, following her manner of speech.

"What brings you here?"

"My son is now enrolled here. It's his first day."

Mrs. Hudson showed delight in her eyes. "Splendid! Zoey is also here. It's her first day, too!"

Five coincidences and counting.

She continued, "An assistant guided her to her classroom just now. She should be there at this moment."

"Isn't that what you wanted? To be able to talk to her?" Dad boasted out.

"Stop it." I looked out the window, giving me an excellent view of the town.

The secretary came. "So, the school bus will be coming by your residence starting tomorrow, so you don't have to worry about..." The secretary, shocked, looked at us. "Oh, hello! Is Martin ready for a fresh start?"

Dad said, "Yes, he is. You were talking about the school bus?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you say the bus would stop by this lady's house starting tomorrow?"

"Yes, sir"

"Oh, it's because I wanted to know about the school bus service, and we happen to be neighbors."