Broken Wings

Nine- Homecoming

I had packed all my things and walked slowly down the stairs. I took a last look around on my way, tried to memorize every single corner, every single step, all the paintings on the walls, all the patterns the walls were painted in. When I had gotten to the reception, we went into the room with a glass door saying Restricted area, I signed out and we went to the car. This was actually happening. All I could think about was Cam, where was he? Was he flying over us, hiding in the clouds? I put on my headphones and lessened to music the whole way.

After a 3- hours' drive I could recognize everything. Everything from the Cafés on the street age, were me and Emily always used to go to. I could recognize my school, it was big and new. Every building wasn't more than 5 years old. It felt good to be home. I turned on my phone and sent a text to the girls. I hadn't seen them in a half year.

I walked out the car and took my bags up to my room. Everything was like when I had left. Clean, filled up with everything from mirrors, a big double bed, closets flit with cloths. But it felt empty, cold. Like all the memories I had from here was gone. Tomorrow, on Monday morning, everything would be changed back to where it had been a half year ago. Me sitting stuck in high school, with just two friends, not at all popular. That was the life I hated and had finally got away from, but now I was thrown back into.

I fell asleep on the bed and didn't wake up before mom came in and said I had to hurry if I wanted to be derived to school. I had hoped that Cam would come and visit last night, but I hadn't heard from him since my last night at Sword & Cross Academy. I jumped into a pair of jeans and a black sweater, went downstairs and grabbed an apple before I picked up my bag and ran out to the car. I was starting in the middle of the semester, which meant that I was now the new girl, everyone else had found their group to fit into except me, the news and rumours about me being on a trouble-kid school and is now back, would surround the school. Mom stopped the car in front of the gates. People was sitting around on the grass, on the benches, talking and some boys were playing football. I tried to walk fast, not draw any attention to myself. I hadn't walked far before I fell over, a boy had bumped into me when he tried to catch the ball. I ended up laying on the grass, when I looked up I recognized him, it was a guy that used to go in the same class as me, before I left. He looked surprised at me, "Nora Grey?" He picked up the ball. I stood up, easily brushed of me the grass that had covered my pants. "Yes...." I sounded annoyed, there goes that plan about laying low, good job Grey. "I thought you had moved out of the city?"
"I had, but not anymore" I started walking again, I didn't want to talk to him. I walked into the office and got a note with my time schedule and number of my locked. I had the locket number 1075, the same I had before I left. I got my books and walked to my first class, English. On my way I started remembering the halls, the classrooms, everything looked like when I had left.

When I sat down by my desk, Cam came shortly after. He sat down on the chair beside me. "Hey Angel" he leaned in, gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I laid my head on the desk, leaning on my hands. I was still so tired. I felt someone sit down beside me, I turned my head and saw Cam, leaning in on the seat beside me. He smiled when I looked at him.
"Good morning Angel, I see you had a good night sleep"
I gave a long yawn, "Good to see you found your way here, are you starting on my school?" The bell rang and in came Mr Chesswil, he was an old man, grey hair, always wearing a clean white shirt and walked very slow. "We will be covering Poem's and the history's biggest printers. Who can name me one?"
he pointed at me, "Me?" I had no idea about poems and writers ... "Yes, you" he looked at me. "William Shakespeare?"
"Yes!" he sounded a bit proud, I had no idea why. "Can you name one he wrote? And not the Romeo and Juliet, that would be too easy"
"Ehh..." I didn't know anything about this guy... O Mistress Mine, Cam was in my mind again. "O Mistress Mine ...?" the teacher looked shocked, Cam had literally saved me again.
"Can someone read this poem?" he went to the board and wrote the name of the poem.
"O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, that can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting. Every Wise man's son doth know. What's to come is still unsure: In delay, there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Youth's a stuff will not endure." Cam was totally an expert on this shit, he could sum up the whole poem, no second thought. He laid passion in though the way he said it, like he meant it. The teacher looked even more surprised at him. "Good, very good. Both of you"
The rest of the class he talked about the story of poems, why they were written. "For your homework to next week I want all of you to write your own poems. You can start writing them now if you want, class ends in ten minutes." I took up a page in my book and started trying out,
"The only way I can say it, is if you say it first.... " Noo...
I tried again, "The moonlight and bright. Your eyes shining, and my heart is pounding ... " aggrrhh this was imposable...