So there I was, second row to the back of the school hall, three seats in from the side. I wouldn't say being in the hall was my favourite point of the school day, but it was a regular one. Being forced to get out of bed and somehow become presentable for the rest of the day in ten minutes wasn't the easiest things to do, yet I've done it for two years now. I go to a private school, purely because my dad works here. He's the lovely dime sitting at the front, his attention completely on the girl talking on the stage.
Her name is Hannah. She's one of those girls who are popular but doesn't care, which makes her even more popular. She has long brown hair, and these beautiful brown eyes; not like i care anyways. 'The only good, but bad girl in the school" some people like to call her. I'm not sure if I understand that yet, I mean I've heard the rumours, she's seen to be this perfect girl, with perfect grades, but she cheated on her last boyfriend.
"Thank you all for your attention", a familiar line, which she used too often.
When she says that it ends the assembly and we all get to leave and enjoy the rest of the lovely day a head, but not me, i have to go get my dayly lecture from my dad about how we have a reputation have to keep in this school.
"Nick, get up! I'm gonna try and get out behind Hannah", my friend hissed into my ear.
His name is Theo, he's been my friend since I first came. I guess that's lucky since I sit next to him every day in this very hall.
"Dude, you know you have no chance with her", I said back with a grin.
"Yeah but it doesn't mean I can't appreciate her from behind".
I hit his leg as hard as I could without drawing attention to us. I know he meant nothing by it, but she still deserves respect.
Our line was called to stand up, so we did. I shuffled down the line, looking across over everyone's heads who where still sat down. Why couldn't we all just leave at the same time, instead of isolating each line. My dad stood up, and move to a side to talk to me. As I got to him, something looked differnt about him, the colour in his face which was normally there, was gone.
"Are you okay sir?" I asked him.
He preferred me addressing him as sir when other students are there.
"Nick, we need to talk. But not right now. Come to my office at the end of the day before you return to your dorm".
I nodded, and stood to the side of him. What was going on? He's never normally like this, maybe it's just work, it's stressful;I think. By the time all of the lines had gone past and i could leave my mind was full of things which could be wrong with him. I'm sure it was nothing. I left the hall and walked off down the corridors. It was quite now, but I preferred it this way. I haven't always been good at being around people.
"Hey! Wait up!" A girl shouted from behind me.
I looked around for anyone else before turning to see who it was. Hannah? Was she talking to me? I looked around again. Nobody else was here, she must be.
"Your that music kid right? Nick?" She said as she arrived a few foot in front of me.
I stood there, shocked that she even was talking, never mind knew who I am.
"Oh I'm sorry, i must have got the wrong person", she stuttered.
Her face became red from embarrassment. I guess my confused expression of why she was talking to me, was mistaken for me not being this person.
"No I am!" I blurted out.
"Oh", she smiled at me, "my friend told me that you help people with music if their having trouble"
"Err, yeah. That's m-", my sentence was interrupted by the sound of the bell.
We looked at each other, the same facial expression. She grabbed my hand, and pulled out a pen from her back pocket. I was confused at first until she started writing on my hand. It was her number. She finished it and ran off to her class. Lifting my hand I studied the number. I smiled and mumbled to myself,
"Easiest number I'll ever get in my life"
