Dreaming Dead

Chapter 24

"Did you pack everything?" My mom asked me.

I sighed and placed the heavy cardboard box – now full of my books and other stuff- on the marble tiled floor, and sat beside it on the joint row of metal chairs, next to my mum. The chair creaked under my weight.

We were sitting in the waiting room of the school. Ahead of us, was the receptionist neat, wooden desk, on which a very stern lady, namely Rachel was sitting. She was probably in her 20s, and had a grim expression on her face, as she chatted away on the phone to someone. Onto the left side of the desk was another door which led to the Principal's, Miss Honey, office. Currently the door was shut and Rachel has told us to wait, although I was pretty sure that my mom had taken an appointment.

I couldn't believe it that today was my last day of school. Not like I wanted to stay, but I had always imagined leaving it with all of my friends, graduating happily. And now suddenly everything happened.

Yesterday was my dad's last day in office too, so today he was in home, helping with the packing stuff. My parents had also hired a bunch of men for moving the furniture, so he was probably helping them too; last day of living in that house too.

Funny having 'last days'.

It was a pity that my mom and I haven't even saw our new house yet, or the neighborhood, or in fact anything that was supposed to be around our new house. But moving houses was decided in such short time, and plus I wasn't that much excited anyways.

It was settled this morning that my mom would come pick me up from school, when I would call her, and resolve all the stuff about leaving certificates and changing schools with the Principal. But after waking up today, I wasn't so enthusiastic about this whole plan. I just wanted to lie in my bed, I was in no mood do anything productive, and to be honest I was so lucky that my parents didn't notice me limping around the house this morning, because I wasn't sure if I could hide my dream from them.

A shiver ran down my spine and I hugged myself tightly at the thought of my dream. Abruptly, my mom stood up from her chair, her eyes wide and said. "I forgot all the papers in the car!"

I look at her in disbelieve and said, "Really mom?"

She gave me a sore glare and ruffled through her bag until she found the car key. "Wait here Amy, I will come right back." She assured, and started to make her way out of the door to my right when I spoke up.

"And if the Principal calls?" I innocently asked.

"I am sure your principal can wait for five minutes Amy." She said firmly and walked towards the door, dodging the cardboard box beside it. I watched the door close behind her, and went back staring at nothingness in general.

Maybe if I count the tiles, the time may go faster...

Suddenly, the door of the waiting room was pushed opened, and a figure absurdly leaped in. He must have tripped over my box, because for a few moments he stumbled, and then paused in front of me – maybe ten steps ahead. His eyes grew wide, and I could feel my cheeks burning. I shouldn't have put the box there.

"I am sorry; I really shouldn't have put it there." I awkwardly apologized and dragged the box more towards me.

"It is okay." Thomas said and moved closer to me. "But, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh me," He paused. "Miss Honey wanted to see me."

"The first period isn't over yet, and already in trouble?" I smirked.

"No, she wanted to talk about the school news report." He ensured.