I just have to get out.

Part 25

Form was eventless, well if you don’t count the obvious talking about me being back. Even the teacher was, slightly surprised and shocked. They couldn’t help their eyes when they flickered over me every couple of minutes. Did they all expect me to jump up and attack?!

I was wishing the seconds away of Form. I was just waiting for first lesson. Music. It used to be my favourite lesson. But it was my last lesson that day when it all changed. I don’t think it’s going to be the same. Saphy didn’t do music. We took Art together so that’d be fine. Just, the rest of the lessons were going to be a slight struggle.

I hid my head and closed my eyes, not even bothering to look up when the teacher called my name. I just raised my hand and put it back down again as fast as I could.  

I made it to the music hut before many of the students, slightly out of breath from almost running through the corridors, past anxious students on their first day back or even their first day at the school. I wouldn’t blame them; it was a very scary experience, especially if you don’t know where you were going. But at least they didn’t have a clue who I was or what I had done.

I peered around the door, noting that not even the teacher was there yet. I took a few minutes to catch my breath back. Maybe I should have taken my time to get to class.

“Boo! Look guys, the freaks back in School. Do you think she’ll try something again?” A voice crept up behind me, making me start and sharply turn around. Laughter erupted, making me cringe and shrink back into myself. Thankfully, before I could respond, our teacher arrived and let us in. We all rushed inside and took our seats. Music wasn’t really a theory lesson; we got to play the instruments. But today, our teacher turned around and told us that we would, for the first few weeks, actually start theory.

A groan rumbled throughout the classroom but I was secretly glad. I didn’t have to get up and make a complete fool of myself because it’s just something that would probably happen. But it’s not like I enjoyed the lesson, it’s just that when everything happens it just gets in the way and causes people to lose sight of what’s real. They take other peoples sayings for granted and it really bugs me.

The lesson dragged, people answering questions here and there.  I kept my head down, rather intent on being ignored than showing an interest. Instead, I doodled over my page. The notes I had scrawled down made no sense but when thought about, they would be fine. No one paid any attention to me, and for that I was thankful. For if I had been called upon, I would merely stutter and that would cause more laughter. The bell rung, sounding so far away that I am sure I imagined it.

It wasn’t until I saw someone waving at me from the window, that I knew I wasn’t imaging anything. Saphy was staring at me, eyes narrowed.

“Come on! We’re going to be late for Art! I think Luca’s going to be there as well!” I could hear her yelling at me, making the gesture to get a move on. I sighed, collecting my stuff and shoving it in my bag before leaving. Mostly everyone had left by then,

“How did it go? Anyone start on you?” She nudged me as we walked towards the next class.

I just shrugged, mumbling something about “Just a couple of people, no one major” and dropping my gaze to the floor. I let my feet guide me, along with Saphy’s directions of course. This was going to be another fun lesson.