Wolf girl: Luna's Discovery

Trouble

I feel pressure on my knee's and I look down to find Zoe leaning on me, watching me. "Hey?" She says. "You're strong, remember?" She leans over and brushes her knuckles under my eyes, I catch her hand and hold it tight. "I know, I know," I say giving her a sad smile and lightly squeezing her hand. Jack clears his throat, stands and stretches. "I don't know about you ladies but, I think we may be a little late to English." He gives me a reassuring smile and we all stand to walk down the bleachers.

Half way to English we see the bitch Bethany with her worker bees close on her heels. They've obviously just come back from the cafeteria because they're holding cups filled with who-knows-what, probably some freaky health drink. I scoff inwardly, 'wonder if it works the same if they are wearing it'. Zoe seems to read my mind and beats me to the punch when Bethany makes her way past. She doesn't seem to see us as she is concentrating on not spilling her drink but when Zoe sticks a foot out and, Bethany trips over it, that's when she finally notices us. We all take a small step to the side-- including Holly and Jessica-- when Bethany screeches and gives the most withering of looks to Zoe. Zoe grabs my hand and I grab Jack's arm and, without a seconds hesitation, we take off with a shot towards class. Cackling away like maniacs the whole way.

Once we reach the front of the class, we all let go of each other and Zoe reaches over to me. "The girl doesn't know how to hold her temper, let alone her tongue. I'm proud of you for not reacting to her," she says smiling and then looks over to Jack. "I'm surprised you're not going after her by now." He just looks at her and shrugs a shoulder, "not really my type to be honest." Then cuts a sidelong glance at me. I feel my cheeks flush and turn to knock on the door, we were only a little while late but you could never be to sure with Mr. Thompson. 'Speak of the devil and he will arise' I think as he opens the door for us. "Ms. Snow, Ms. Greene. Oh and who might this be?" He inquires over our shoulders to Jack, who extends his hand towards Mr. Thompson. He shakes Jack's hand and invites us in, giving us all a warm, welcoming smile. We smile back to be polite and file down to the back seats but, when I sit down, I realise Zoe stayed back to talk to Mr. Thompson. 'Probably about Bethany,' I roll my eyes inwardly. Zoe joins us at the back after Mr. Thompson got her to hand out Wuthering heights by one of the Brönte sisters. With my arms crossed over on the table and my chin resting on them, I pull the book up so it stands and blocks anyone's view of me.

Throughout the whole class, Zoe and Jack each gave me enough knowing sideways glances, that I felt too open. Mr. Thompson didn't bug me at all so, I guessed that what Zoe had said really was about Bethany. 'Great, just add it on to the list of people who give me sympathetic looks.' I hear someone clear their throat and I look over to find Zoe standing up with her backpack slung over a shoulder, I look around to find the class being cleared out and I realise that we are the only ones in the room besides the teacher. I stand up, gathering my stuff and then walk over to Mr. Thompsons desk to give the book back. "Sorry, about being out of it today sir. I'll be better next class," I say half heartedly. He takes the book and says, "How about we have a talk about it?" I look to Zoe but she mouths, meet you at my locker. I nod my head crossing my arms over my chest as I turn back to the Mr. Thompson, with his short, chestnut brown hair, gold spectacles and, light beige skin, he looked like an average middle aged man. But with his smarts and formality, he was a ivy-league college professor. "Are you alright?" He asks as Zoe walks out the door, I hug my chest tighter as I purse my lips together and nod my head. He looks at me unbelievably and says, "I knew your father well, did you know?" I shake my head and, he stands and comes around to sit on the front edge of his desk. "We went to school here together with Bethany's parents and your mother, he was my best friend and I was lucky to have that of him because, he was a good man." He says, staring absently off out the windows. "It was a shame he had to move but, he left behind 3 bright young women," he says absent mindly.
I look at confusedly and swallow a lump in my throat, "Sir, my father died in the car accident. He didn't move away." He shakes his head as if to remove cobwebs  and walks over to the windows. I watch his reflection move as he tilts his head to the right and asks, "A shame wasn't it, How well did you know of your father's part in the council?"
Whats this got to do with anything? Cold fingers press up my spine as I take a step back and say, "Not much,to be completely honest, he kept it to himself. Didn't even tell mum, not that I know if anyway." He seems to consider this and nods his head, good good. He turns from the window taking one hand from his pocket and pulls out a pocket watch, "I best suggest you be on your way to class now, I'll write you a note as well," he quickly but efficiently writes one and sends me out the door stopping me a few feet afterwards. "I think your father would like for you to know that you have someone to talk to. My office is always open for you Paisley, if you need it to be."
I hurry the rest of the way down the hallway and, out into the courtyard to find it empty. Of course it is. I look towards mine and Zoe's lockers to find no one there, I groan inwardly and stalk towards them. Opening up my locker I grab what I need and sneak a look in the mirror noticing a few flyaway's, i fix it up with a few twists and am about to close the door when something snags my attention in the back of the mirror a few feet behind me it can't be... I whirl around, quick as an aspect.  "Dad?!" I exclaim and find no one there. I whirl back around and slam the door close, You're hallucinating Paisley. He wasn't  there, Dad's gone. He's gone and dead. But God, it looked like him, maybe with a few extra years added onto his appearance. What he might've  looked like now if he was still here, with; greying stubble lining his chin to up his jawline, his emerald green eyes once bright with joy now edged with something else. A different face in ways that wouldn't be visible to others but, only herself. His laughing crinkled around his eyes had looked unused and, his normally glowing tan face now dulled to a pallid shade of white. That's what death will do to someone, Paisley.