Our Own Angels

Chapter 3

"Nice to meet you." Cleo extends her hand and waits for Silas to shake it.

"You too..are people here this happy in the morning?" He hesitantly shakes her hand and asks me.

"No, Cleo is the only one." I respond. I stare at him and his smile is the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen. He's not even trying.

"I see..." He responds and takes out his class roster. He stares at it with confusion and scratches his head.

"Why did you come here during the second week of school?" Cleo asks him and he ignores her question. She looks at me and I just tell her to brush it off.

"Do you need help?" I ask him and I gently grab his roster from his hand but he quickly snatches it back.

"I can figure it out myself." He says with force. His dark eyes pierce right through me and all of a sudden I notice that I wasn't breathing. He literally knocks the breath out of me. Cleo looks at me and her mouth is wide open, almost touching the floor. When Mrs. Monroe wasn't looking, Cleo sends me a text.

Cleo: He might be hot, but wow...

Me: Bipolar maybe?

Cleo: He was so chill and then he snapped!

Me: Remind me to never talk to him again.

Cleo: I got you.

I put my phone back in my pencil case and soon enough the bell rang for first period. We all rush out of homeroom and walk to our first period. In most high school movies, they show students standing around in the hallways talking and fooling around between classes. In this high school, we only have three minutes between each class so this is nothing like the movies. A minute and a half later, I make it Spanish class. I take my seat next to Matt and put my Spanish books on the desk. The bell rings and the remaining students come rushing through the door.

"Buenos dias, clase! Espero que todos tengan una excelente primera semana." Mrs. Castro stands up and greets us warmly.

"Buenos dias Señora Castro!" The whole class greets her back.

"I want to thank you all again for choosing Spanish 4 this year. Clearly you all are dedicated and determined to master the Spanish language." Mrs. Castro goes on to finish her speech and then we officially start the class.

"Okay now, in Spanish 4, you should all know the basics by now such as conjugations and present, past, and future verbs. Right now, I will put paragraphs that I composed in Spanish up on the board and each one of you will translate them. This will prove to me who knows the material or not. For those who struggle, I will email you and suggest that may want to drop this class." Mrs. Castro definitely intimidated the whole class as she assigns us our paragraphs. Spanish class in one of the few classes that I look forward to everyday. Every since freshman year, I was fascinated by the idea of learning another language and I strive to make it through all four years.

"Rosalie, you will translate this paragraph: Freddy y su padre conducen a las montañas todos los viernes por la noche. Se acuestan en la hierba y miran las estrellas. Les encantaba mirar el cielo nocturno y quedarse dormidos debajo de él."

I was the first one to finish and I hand my teacher the translation. The rest of class consisted of reviewing the Spanish 3 topics. Once the bell rang, I head off to my next class. On my way there, I see a tall figure with dark brown hair in the middle of the hallway staring down at his roster.

"You should probably move, you're in everybody's way." I walk past Silas and I hear him running up to me.

"Do you know where room 306 is?" Silas follows me up a flight of stairs and shows me his roster.