The Book of The Mist

Trying to Remember

Isabella

Bustling corridors, cluttered classrooms , noisy chatter, bright displays, obscure tannoy announcements, friends arrive, smiles, grins, teacher arrives, hush descends, register called, day begins, Math, Literature, History, Science, homework forgotten, homework lost, homework crumbled in the bottom of bag, dog ate homework, cat threw up over homework, just kidding homework in right on time, home time, goodbyes, hurried trot to front gates, walk home, daydream, ready to start day again tomorrow. I recounted all the steps till I complete the day couldn't wait for it to be over to go home and do what I wanted to do. School was exhausting in more ways the one. Just trying keeping up with everyone gave me a headache but today the noise was louder like I was be battered by people's thoughts, shaking my head I tried to shift it but to no prevail. Why did School have to be the way it was. As perusal the halls were crowded with people, and the chaos was so perfect almost like a movie. There was a couple that was always making out on the left and side of the hall, and about 10 feet farther down were the cliquey girls with their expensive handbags, done to perfection hair styles and shirts that had to push the dress code. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks these were the guys who thought arm wrestling decided the hierarchy among them, and between them, the parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper planes and the fashion kids who wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the corridor. Not to mention art students with projects and portfolios paint splattered on aprons and hands, while random drama students who tried to manoeuvre pieces of set around other students standing in the way probably on purpose. I sighed that this was what my life was until I got my grades and could leave but I will be here for still some time pushing through the masses clutching my books and now trying to protect my arm and its newly discovered injury after I realised it soreness. 

Our classroom is so warm after the wintery chill outside. The teacher must have stayed late last night, yesterday it was all about autumn and now it's holiday season everywhere I look. I pause suddenly feeling lighter, a smile spreading over my face, like it belongs there I thought. I take my jacket off and place it on the back of the plastic chair, my cheeks rosy from the weather encasing the outdoors. The air has cinnamon perfume and already the room is mostly full as I take my own seat Dani and Ester behind me, Charlie to my left, all the table were lined in twos and fours but we weren't lucky enough to share a big table this term. Unfortunately, Maisy was currently in geography leaving only four of us and we were listening to a lesson on Weimar Germany. I could my feel my brain going stir crazy with the hammering of information and revision leading me to repeatedly drawing circles on my notebook until I had gone through the page or had no page left leading to tearing it out. "psst Isa, Isa" I feel a prodding on my back, I turn to see Dani and Ester looking at me. Ester then taps Char with her pencil rather hard causing the other girl to squeak "my cousin replied about these symbols, there symbols for the Wiccan Elements and that book we found in your basement apparently it's a book of shadows contain wiccan magick she will send some photos of the symbols so we can compare later". We all look around to make sure we weren't caught talking and then continue the hushed whispers "we don't even know if that book has anything to do with them marks" Dani commented her face playing on a slight scowl "let's face it what is the likely hood of them not being related you heard Ester and what her cousin said, that sure screams linked to me" I rubbed my head half in confusion and half from the hangover as the aspirin I had taken earlier wore off the others were having a mumbled discussion about what to do or who was right I couldn't really tell. "I guess we are going back down into your hell hole of a basement, cannot say I'm looking forward to it" Charlie commented while rubbing her shoulder as if she bashed it, probably from p.e. I rubbed my own forehead harder what was I forgetting what couldn't I remember last night was I that drunk everything had become such a blur... a blur, a blur of dancing with someone, someone's hand and being led away from the dance floor. Who did I leave with! My brain twisted around itself as I try to pull any information from it. Blonde hair, short, neatly cut, dark eyes, that was narrowing it down wasn't it think harder, a smile. These thoughts troubled me through the rest of History maybe the rest of the girls will remember something I or they might be able to jog a memory. Hopefully.