Finders Keepers

Chapter 3: Sweet Chemistry

Launching myself out of the deep bush, gave me glaring looks as all staring eyes were on me but I am panting so heavily, desperately trying to cope up with my oxygen dept, to be offended by their sarcastic comments and sloppy complains. The cool kids standed in their muscle cars showing off, their hot tunes as crappy conversation aroused the Barbie dolls, competing for the sweet pieces of boys.

I pictured myself as an actress from the 80s coming out of the freaky forest after being chased by the bogyman, so nostalgic, taking out the part where it happens in the schools entrance in front of the whole crowd. OMG!

Bale's College can be described by a single word, BIG. The school itself is a enormous square platform with sectors from baseball courts to green campus open area. Swift curves and bends give a chic and modern look but some buildings still wait for an extreme makeover,  giving it's hefty appearance as glass windows framed with aluminuim and vivid-bright paintjob try its best to get the best.

The equipped  hallways are long and the classroom are spacious enough, to fit in the grand canyon (metaphorically). The only small thing is the miniature entrance door which can hardly accommodate two people. Who's the idiot that designed this place?

Luckily I am saved by the sonorous bell as each one stands up from its cool position and migrate to their class, leaving me standing outside like an idiot, not even a single help. "These ignorant people are not even worth it" I say to myself as pity affects me. In a ninja move, I pull myself up and clean dirt again from my clothes.

“OMG!” I shout from a safe distance, remembering that I am late for Chemistry class. Raising my chest, I prepare for one more sprint with untied sneakers this time. Silly me.

My school can be quite tiring when you have to switch directions at every single corner. Annoying! It feels like a slippery maze but this one has colorful stickers, believe me its really helpful. I know where my target is so I rush taking my last corridor as my lazy mind starts to process the most ingenius excuse, instead of saying the truth, “I am late because of a key I found it in the floor." Even 4th graders have better excuses.

As always, Prof. Wilfred spots me right in front of the door before I even have the chance to knock it or catchy breathe. His height scares me but he is so gorgeus with dark-blue eyes and long black curly hair. With a high head, I place my ‘sad puppy face’ in action and walk towards him.  Trying my best not to sound silly.

“You can save your lame excuses for another day young lady, I have a lesson to give.” he said in his deep british accent.
I simply nodded with a happy grin in my face and sat besides Nikolas, who was trying his best to contain his freaky laughter, saving me from a laugh bomb ticking off.

"Now that sleeping beauty has arrived, I want all of you to silence your thoughts for two minutes and answer me only one question" he exclaimed causing eyes to boggle around his black framed glasses as he deeply focused on each of us.

"Do you want to take Chemistry?" his forehead wrinkles expressing the word serious.

"Complete devotion is the only sucess to chemistry, so take your time to reflect. The door is open to the ones who don't want and this test is for the ones who are willing.

I tell you "I won't be easy!" pushing his metallic chair towards him.

The silenced room was filled with tensile tension and sinister suspicion as each one focused its mind to the big question, how good am I in chemistry. Bright light reflected into my face as I felt tremendous amount of brain activity flowing in.

One by one, my future colleges stood upwards with raised chins and walked out the door. No mercy at all , this is mental annihilation at its best. My instinct bites into action as nails start to nervously grind, my mind splits into two, to try to cope up which path to go, left or right.

I know that I am really bad in Chemistry since childhood but on the other hand, there is this 'gut' feeling pushing me to pursue this path, turning decision-making into a nightmare in my mind.

I start to panic in the inside and sweaty hands take action, as my brain lists down all negative possibilities of failure. "What will I choose" my trembled words gives me uncertainty as the last seconds tick by.

Soft delicate hands touch my pumping veins causing it to constrict. Nicolas looks at me with the most confident look and with a serious arched eyebrow says " Don't worry, I am here with you and will always be." Causing tears to nearly drop into my fluffy cheeks but hopefully I contented it. I smiled at him and thanked him "I know, my guardian."

The clock ticked eight past two, leaving only the smartest and don't forget about the bravest ie me. He dropped his silver ball pen and announced "Class starts tomorrow." We all felt the beast leaving the tensed room as confort fills in like perfume when sprayed in the furthest corner. Hard claps and noisy whistles made the windows to vibrate as the geeks celebrated. Despite the feeling of pity I feel for the ones who walked out.

The rest of the morning was calm as the invisible Vinnie passed unnoticed by through every class, picking the middle row as front was reserved for smarty pants and back row for the lazy shirts.

The last sound of the bell stucked, causing me to rapidly fasten my untidy desk and head back home, taking the same journey leaving behind busy students in the parking lot. Don't they have a life?