The Cursed

A day in the life of Iris Ducas

I hurriedly crossed the thoroughfare and jumped to the other side of the street. Thunder roared like chaos in the Chelsea-grey shaded sky. A car raced down my side and I felt a splash of soiled water trickle onto my face.

-Ughh, I cried in despair as my glasses became blurred.

I wiped them with the sleeves of my V-neck shirt and sneezed as the deep filthy odour of the dirt invaded my nostrils. I stared at my stained sleeves in dejection. I was already so late for school and now my clothes were blemished. Great!

My hands, holding my Biology book over my head to save my head from the abating rain, I looked definitely like a moron.
I finally got to the gate of Whitehill High School. I half walked-half ran up the alley towards my block. I walked by the main passageway where the big TV screen displayed the schedule of the day:

Biology students of Year 2

Normal Morning classes

Practical classes with Mr Greystone in afternoon

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Well, I was doomed. Doomed not because of practical classes (Well I just loved to practice and experiment), but because of Mr Greystone. I hated him to the depth of myself, in fact every inch of myself hated him.

Mr Greystone was someone with extreme arrogance and prejudice. He always favoured the popular kids whose dads' pockets itched with money. Yep! He was totally into nepotism. The less lucky kids like me, got often mocked and made into the laughing stock of the class, because of him. He liked to show me my worth(which he thought I had none) and laugh at me.
Such a disgusting person he was that my eyes flinched at his name on the screen.

I paved my way up the 1st floor until I saw my classroom. Ten metres away but I could still hear the piercing sharp voice of Mrs Woo, our Maths teacher. I entered the room, my baggy cotton sweater and floral leggings sticking to my skin and water dripping off my ponytail. Well, the Biology book had not served that much.

I quietly whispered  "Good Morning!" to her and walked to my seat. No one seemed  to be taking any notice of me as usual. As I passed by Arrow Berkhard, I felt flutters of butterflies invading my stomach. I looked down and hurried over to my seat, opposite to his.

I shook my vintage polyester bag open and grabbed my Maths book.

-We are on Pg 320, murmured Frankie Austen, my classmate and best friend.

-Thanks, I replied with a low smile.

I tried to catch up with everything Mrs Woo explained but my focus was only on Arrow. I looked at him and leaned over my book. He looked damn gorgeous; His roux spiked hair stood perfectly still and his golden fair skin shone as brightly as it used to. But my weak point was his eyes: clear crystal-like blueish with tinges of grey and green. His eyes kind of bewitched me and I could spend hours gazing at them. His magnificent eyes rolled up and towards Mrs Woo, then to his left side, then again towards the teacher, and then towards the right side and... His eyes were on me!!! I woke up and stared at him, eyes wide-opened.

His blue eyes fixed mine and then his lips curled into his left loop. Oh his jaw lines were too dashing, he was killing me with his terrific beauty. I kept admiring his face for 2-3 seconds until my cranial reflexes told me that I should smile back Obviously! I was too overwhelmed by the emotion that I dropped my book and my whole pencil case down.

Silly me as usual!

- You OK, Miss Iris Ducas?

I nodded my head and sighed. I quickly picked up my book and the rest of the objects scattered down. Frankie picked the stationary by her side to help. I looked back at Arrow and made a wide smile at him. I did it. He looked at me and made that cute friendly face. Well, that fifteen minutes changed my extreme bad day into a nice one.

After the morning classes, I caught up with Amy Lockwood and Hira Karly, my little group along with Frankie. We headed to the canteen to have lunch where I could not even expect the next upcoming scenario.