Dreaming Of(f) You

**Chapter Two**

**Chapter Two**

He catches my smile and smirks back, but I can see in his eyes that he doesn't recognize me. Quite instantly I become embarrassed and I can feel my blood rushing directly to my cheeks, heating and brightening them up. I quickly glance to the ground and notice the empty seat in front of me, reminding me of what I was initially doing before he entered the room. I take the empty seat in front of me and let my bag glide off my shoulder, onto the floor next to me.

Catching me completely off guard, the girl next to me leans over and introduces herself very politely.

"Hi my name is Rachel," she smiles at me, showing her perfectly whitened teeth. She has long, wavy red hair and a mix of green and brown eyes. Her overall appearance is beautiful and she has this thing about her that makes me like her instantly. Although I am not very good at talking to strangers, I feel myself comfortable enough around her.

I notice her hand that she obviously wants me to shake, so I reach for it and say: "Hi, I am Sky, like Ms. Harington just said" I laugh slightly at the end of my sentence.

She gives me another smile and adds: "I will be your buddy today and will show you around"

"Ah, I was already wondering who my person would be" I wink and she laughs.

"Talk to you later" she once more smiles but then leans back to her seat and focuses her attention to the front of the room, as do I.

Ms. Harington is writing something on the board that has to do with "Jane Eyre", a real classic in English literature. Not my favorite book, but at least there are some good parts to analyze.

I take out my notepad and open it to a blank page, however by doing so, some lose pages fall out and they end up scattering on the floor. I huff and crouch next to them, picking them up. Once I want to get up, my eyes land on that boys' again and I am standing there with my papers in my hands, completely frozen. He looks back at me, but eyes show no sign of emotion. Doesn't he remember me?

I sit back down and my thoughts wonder off to times back in Europe. I feel myself falling into a paralyzed state, where I shut off everything that is happening around me. I am taken by surprise when my teacher looks at me with a "please-answer-the-question" expression and I begin to stutter.

"Uhm.... uhm" I clear my throat and try to ignore some laughs and giggles that come from my classmates.

"Could you please ask the question again, I didn't fully understand it," I say apologizing.

"Of course, Ms. Murray, I asked you about your opinion on the tension between reason and passion in Jane Eyre"

I wrinkle my forehead and try to focus. Come on Skylar, you know the answer.

I push my answer with as much confidence as possible: "I believe that Charlotte Brontë uses various characters to embody aspects of reason and passion, thereby establishing a tension between the two. In fact, it could be argued that these various characters are really aspects of her central character, Jane, and in turn, that Jane is a fictionalized version of Brontë herself, concluding that the tension between these two aspects really take place only within her own head."

My teacher looks pleasantly surprised by my answer and so am I. I am a real geek when it comes to English literature and I have no shame to share my thoughts.

"Excellent answer, Ms. Murray. See, answering coherently is indeed possible," she looks at everyone else in the room with a disapproving look, but turns around shortly after and continues with another question.

I give myself an inner applause and I can already feel myself becoming more comfortable in this subject. At least the teacher seems nice. Except for the poor word choice from the beginning, where she didn't remember my name and instead called me "sweetie".