Summerford

What's the point?

Molly

            Registration, like the majority of things, was a dull experience. Our tutor, a greying man, droned on, talking about how we were expected to “treat the college with respect, it was a place of learning” - I could already spot someone doodling on the table. I only heard glimpses of the information John – I think that was his name- was verbalizing. Apparently, we had to meet here every day at 9 for registration (brilliant!).

By now, while most of the class had retreated to their inner thoughts, I was surveying the room. Elle, who was sat beside me, had flopped onto her notepad, her messy brown hair falling into her closed eyes. Matt - a boy I had never spoken to but I recognised from St. Mary’s - sat on the opposite side of the room. He looked his usual self, blue t-shirt stained on the front and his jeans ripped. His dark, greasy hair fell limp, framing his bored expression as he stared at the wall.

Other than Elle and Matt, I didn’t recognise anyone else in the room. However as I examined the rest of the students, I resolved that they weren't interesting enough to waste my time with. Finally John finished speaking and started to hand out time tables. 

I still didn’t understand why I was here.

“Because your education is important!” I heard my father’s voice ring in my head. It was a waste of time that’s what it was. But no! I’m stuck here, at my father’s instructions, while him and the witch I now had to call “mum” went gallivanting off together.

  At last my name was called and I raised my hand as Elle, who was still enjoying her nap, snorted awake. Faces turned as John made his way over to me. As I watched, my eyes caught the faces of the surrounding class, and the male population of the room suddenly lit up. The room was filled with sounds of shuffling as boys repositioned themselves to get a better look. This was something I had grown accustomed to, and never really got bored of.

I took my timetable and saw my first lesson was Drama. Well, I thought to myself, If I can’t be shooting films, I suppose Performing Arts will have to do for the time being.

“What’s your first lesson,” the familiar, lazy voice of Elle drifted towards me. I lifted my head to see a sleepy Elle engaged with one of her nails.

“Drama,” I replied coolly.

“I got Philosophy,” she said as John dismissed us from registration. We both rose and headed out the room, my Jimmy Choos clipped on the hard floor as I felt eyes on me. I peered over my shoulder to see two guys watching me, smug looks on their faces. When they noticed my awareness, they both smiled. One raised his hand and cockily waved. I returned my focus to in front of me, their efforts to impress me unnoticed. 

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