My Teacher

English Lit

*THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN RE-DONE WITH A NEW PLOT*

Before you start reading - I am re-writing the book and all of the re-written chapters will have this announcement on top. If there is none on the next chapter, please do not read it, since the plot will be off. :)

We make our way to the locker room, which always smells like piss. 

"Well, that still hasn't changed." Sasha murmurs as she opens the door to our locker. It was originally mine, but when Sasha transferred to Silver Creeks, she couldn't get a new locker (because the lady, who is in charge of the lockers is a fucking pain-in-the-ass), so I offered to share my locker with her and now we happily share it. The door has a tendency to fall out, but that doesn't bother us, because Sasha's trustworthy scotch always fixes it... at least for a while.

Sasha takes off her dark blue jacket, I see her favorite faded purple hoodie under it. She's paired it with blue jeans and winter boots, and looks even better than Marzia, at least in my opinion. And it also makes me feel more comfortable to see that I'm not the only one who doesn't feel like dressing up today. It's not September 1st, after all. It's just the day after break.

"So, what's new, Adèle? How did your break go?" Sasha asks,  seeming genuinely interested, so I tell her about our little trip to France to visit dad's brother, Sirius and his family.

"Did you meet your newest cousin? Belle, was it?" She asks me with a bright smile, because she loves babies. She has a younger brother and I've never seen or heard her getting angry or irritated towards him. I'm not even sure if she knows how to be angry. At least I've never seen her angry.

I smile, remembering the little bean in my arms. "Yeah, she is adorable. I think I have photos of me and Belle in my e-mail. Uncle Sirius took some photos of us with his amazingly great camera, claiming that he was the best photographer in the family. Half of those pictures will probably have a finger on the side or they will be shaky."

"Old man's gotta start somewhere." Sasha giggles, taking off her boots and changing into black sneakers. I don't bother, because I like my new black army boots that I begged dad to buy me, when mom wasn't looking. When dad bought me them, she was so pissed that she ignored me and dad all evening, which was kinda funny to see, when dad was begging her to stop being grumpy. I know that secretly dad actually loves it when mom's angry. She's like an angry kitten. 

"What did you do during the break?" I ask her, still looking at my beloved boots. My question is silly, because it is actually very hard to get any type of information out of Sasha, but we all still try every day. Too bad Danielle's locker is so far - she'd back me up and we'd get Sasha to talk.

"It's a...", Her brows furrow slightly and I finish her sentence "...long story?" We both laugh, but this legit is the answer that both Danielle and I usually get when we want to hear about Sasha's holidays or the reasons of her absence of school.

Marzia always makes fun about that, but I would really like to know what is actually happening in Sasha's life and about her adventures, not feel like she's involved in some kind of conspiracy theory and I will get kidnapped by aliens, if I find out even the tiniest bit of information. I don't really understand why she doesn't want to talk about it - I'd love to share my travelling stories with the girls, if I had some. Sadly, my parents don't have time to travel. 

"Did you do the homework in math and history?" Danielle asks as she turns around the corner of the lockers. She is holding her shiny iPhone 8 and I can't help but shake my head at the sight of her phone being without a case or pop-socket. The last I tried that, my phone ended up being shattered on the floor and then paying good money to get it fixed ASAP. I shiver. Never again.