DAD

Part 19

"So you are saying he came? And I didn't know?"

"Yes, bro came and told me I could join them back." I talked looking at the ground.

"Look, how come I didn't know? I suffer from insomnia." Alexa laughed.

"It's not funny, look to the fact; I got them back."

"That's great, go visit 'em on your way to the art store."

"No, I can't." Tears flopping around my eyes, just too hard to come out.

"Why?"

"They say I have to be a complete Klein, but will I be able to move on--"

"Sssh. Stay Waters to yourself, Klein to the world." She dabbed my back and gestured me to go out to have classes.

"Alexa", I took my bag and walked to her, "My brother said all these will look ridiculous to me in a few years anyway."

"He just wants you back, your good." She smiled as if she really didn't want to smile to it.

***

It was noon and I was having my history classes, it was always so boring but today; I felt quite concentrated to it. I felt like I have been studying it for years and I could answer any question being asked about it. I was in my knowledge-knowledge thoughts, when the teacher did come to me and asked,

"Tell me what I just explained. You look lost in another world Ms. Klein." He asked putting his hand on the corner of the table. Well, I knew the answer, I always do...but... "What happened miss? You are not paying attention! Should I repeat the question for you?" He asked again, and the whole class got silent focusing on me.

Well, I know the answer duh! But everything had always made sense in my head unless I try to explain it.

"Well Sir, you just taught us something about history, am I right?" I answered; the nerdish guy beside me laughed at bit to that, which apparently made me annoyed. "Well, I teach that everyday." Sir replied and now my had striked me in that yeah, he does teach it every single day...he's a history teacher after all.

***

It was break time and I was heading towards the next faculty to catch up with Alexa, but that nerdish guy came and told me that Our history teacher has called me in the teacher's cabin. (sighs)

"Sir? Did you call me?" I knocked lightly on the door to make sure my presence.

"Oh yes Ms. Klein! Come in, have a seat; we shall have a talk." He greeted.

I went in and took a seat on one of the moving chairs on the opposite to him; he took his spectacle on his head brushing the front hair and crossed his wrists on the table.

"So as in the last class, you seem to be lost Ms. Klein."

"Sir, I'm sincerely sorry for that, I'll make sure it doesn't happen anymore."

"Well, you say that all the time but you are always lost, won't you admit it?" He took a look at his drawers and picked out a scrapped piece of paper.

"Sir, I'm changing, I'm trying to concentrate, it won't go grid less again."

"Okay Ms. Klein, I believe you as I had always, you're a nice lady. I would like you to waste your break time, and head towards the library with me as I have some deep conversation about your degradation in oxford."

That made me just shut up. I nodded my head yes and went to the library with him. Alexa must have been waiting for me, so I thought of texting her; but it really didn't support as a manner to bring out my phone and text people while I'm under strict talks with one of my teachers. We reached the library and as it was break time, only a few people were in there, and in the teachers corner I couldn't even sense a fly; it was so empty.

He gestured me to take a seat over there and sat opposite to me; I noticed that he still had that scrap of paper in his hands.

"Ms. Klein, we aren't going to talk about studies over here; and not to deny I know everything about you, I'm going to say some stuff to you regarding me...in you circumstances something's going on, that you might not be aware of." He crinches that scrap of paper in his wrists as he said that.

"What is it sir?" I thought I could guess it.

"If I'm not wrong you're the one who people around here a bit is saying a maniac." He looked at scrap of paper, as if he was reading something over there and saying me so.

"What maniac? What did I do?" I was shocked to be such a bully.

"The maniac who talks about her dead dad, I guess."

"That was a millennium ago? What are they saying now?"

"Well, I don't know..."

"I'm trying to move on, and how do you know about my sadness for my dad? How do they know I've no father? How do they know anything? What's troubling them? What the hell is going on? And... what is the proof?"

"This scrap...of...paper." He sighed.

"Show me please."

He handed me the scrap and I read it. Really dirty handwriting writes about me, the awfully bullying words I never even imagined off.

"Why?" tears dripped down my cheeks.

"There are even worse ones."

"Where did you get this?"

"Some kid just sticks these to the toilet walls, random windows..."

"Do you know who it is?"

"Didn't do much of a search, but all the notes are same handwriting."

"So, it's a single person."

"No, it's that person and the group; I'm saying this because some notes he wrote we're in parahs, looking like more than one person's talks."

"Oh."

"Well, I can see you intend to change but yeah, if your dad's death is still in cover, discover it. If you need teacher's help, I Mr. Tomas is here." He smiled and left.

All now, I had been thinking to give up all these; but gain I thought, I should get back. No?