The fact that Poppy still had to attend lessons she had completed exams for was beyond useless. The class was never settled enough for her to concentrate on her independent revision and with supply teachers attempting something 'fun' to occupy the students, things could only get worse.
And i guess this is the part of Miss Poppy Mayne's life that i appear first in.
2nd period history, i was of course the new boy, my family moved a lot. The class was full, around 20 people having conversations and interfering with one another. There was a loud murmur that controlled the room that the teacher didn't want to get involved in. Weirdly enough there seemed to be a million faces in that room and yet i only cared about hers, her beauty stood out in many ways other than just physical, i was fixated like a kid with sweets. We were put in a pair to work together and we just got talking.
"The name is Poppy, like the flower, except more because you add Mayne on the end and you get my name."
"Quite the rambler I see, I like it. I'm Elliot Fisher, it's a pleasure"
"Ahh the fancy type? My friend Arely longs for a guy like you, tall, polite, green eyes, dusty hair, good looking"
"Nice to know you think I'm good looking, by that wouldn't you be keeping me away from your friends instead of arranging my marriage 2 minutes into meeting me?"
"Don't think too highly of yourself now Mr. Fisher"
I don't know how but we ended up spending the rest of the day together. School finished and opportunities opened. The park down the road was awfully empty which was odd considering the time of day. She moved so gently and the way the sun bounced off her hair creating colours within each strand was so beautiful I couldn't help but pull out my camera. I was a photographer, a wannabe photographer at least.
"Do you mind?"
Her smile was so subtle and genuine it made me feel safe in some odd way. I managed a few good shots from that day that she put on her wall next to her band posters. Each and every day that room of hers fills with new memories that she rings home with her, it fills with new colours and depths of pictures and feelings. Her thoughts stood out to me the most, always thinking, wondering what if and what would. She amazed me in ways others couldn't even reach.
