The Boarding School | h.s

thirteen: part one

Summer's POV

"... So that is why the First World War was a military futility," Mr Graham said. The bell rang as soon as he finished his sentence and everyone started to pack their bags while the teacher told us the pages for homework.

I was never a big fan of History, but I was starting to like it. I found it extremely interesting to know about what happened in the world we live in. It's like when you meet someone new: you talk to that person and as the friendship evolves, sudden you start to ask questions about their past, their memories and things they have done. I imagine earth as a person with a life of its own, and I try to know her better.

I left the room and started to walk to my next class, Mathematics. I absolutely hated Maths with all my heart. I had already enough problems, I didn't need to solve any more.

"Hey Anna, wait up," I grabbed her shoulder "In the end of the day can you help me with the homework?"

As much as I liked History, I never managed to get the things in my head and I found it really hard. With Anna it was different. She knew everything! Literally. She was always putting her hand up in class and never got an answer wrong. This applied to all the subjects of course. She has like an encyclopaedia inside her brain... It was so annoying, but handy at times.

"Yeah sure," she said and yawn "I couldn't sleep last night. The rain was so loud against the window it kept me awake,"

"That's bad, but I have a feeling the noise will stop soon," I said with a smile.

"What do you mean stop?" she asked.

"Snow my dear! Snow!" I exaggerated the words, "I bet next week we will have snow."

If I had to have a least favourite season, it would be winter. It was very cold for my liking, there were fewer hours of sunlight, and we couldn't do much outside. But snow made it all better. I love the touch of it and to see everything covered in white, like cotton.

We reached the Maths classroom and our teacher was already inside. We sat on our individual desks and opened our books. I usually sat in the middle of the class, but in Maths lessons I made sure I was sitting at the back so I could look out the window without the teacher noticing.

The teacher gave us some exercises to do but I procrastinated by looking out the window.

"Miss Daniels," the teacher called my attention sharply in the front of the classroom, breaking the silence and I flinched "Concentrate."

I looked at the books in front of me and sighed. After doing a couple of exercises, I was already bored to death. I rummaged through my bag and grabbed a little notebook where I wrote my letters.

It has been almost three weeks since I last send a letter to my parents because I had been too busy with homework and with the race team. I started to write when suddenly I heard the voice of a teacher shouting in the room next door. Everyone's head rose to hear better, even our teacher's.

"How dare you talk to me that way?! First, you arrive late to my lesson, and now this!"

"At least I bothered to make an appearance," said that husky voice I now knew way too well. It was Harry again.

"Go immediately to Mr Hansen's office!" the teacher said in despair.

"I would be delighted," Harry said with a mocking tone. My classmates were all listening very attentively to what was happening and whispered between each.

"I won't tolerate your behaviour anymore Edwards!" he shouted again "I have been working here for twenty years now and I never ever came across a student like you! You completely turned this school upside down and I am sick of you! I will make sure you are expelled once and for all!"