The next day, I decided to go see my guidance counsellor and ask about Alfred. What Chun-Yan said got to me and I couldn’t help but feel that Alfred was stalking me.
I set up my appointment for lunch, so once I bought mine, I headed to the counsellor offices.
“Hi, Holly,” Mrs. Paris, my guidance counsellor, said.
“Hi,” I said, standing up from the chair I was waiting in.
“Why don’t we go to my office?”
“Okay.”
She walked me to the back and took a left into her office. “Sit down.” I sat in the chair by her desk and she sat at her computer. “What’s up, buttercup?”
I chuckled. “I was wondering if you knew anything about Alfred Jones.”
Her eyebrows furrowed together. “Isn’t he the new student who came in yesterday?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you ask him about yourself if you’re curious?”
“He doesn’t really talk about himself, exactly. And it’s not like I want to know about him, either.”
Now Mrs. Paris looked confused. “I don’t understand what you’re asking me.”
I bit my lip. “Does he have, like, a criminal history or anything?”
“I can look it up,” she said, typing into her computer, “but why are you asking?”
This was the tricky part. “I’m just… He acts like he knows me, but we only officially met yesterday.”
“Huh. Well there’s nothing bad on his record.” She looked at me. “What do you mean, ‘officially met’?”
“Oh, I met him a while back on a walk.”
“How long ago?”
“About two years.”
She gave me a curious look. “Well, that is a little weird. Maybe his family was scoping out the area and could only move now.”
“Maybe.” Another thought occurred to me then. “How could he enrol so late in the year? Finals start soon.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, that’s true. Here, I’ll be right back.” She got up and left, leaving her door open. I was tempted to search Alfred myself on her computer, but was glad that I didn’t because she came back just a few minutes later.
“I talked to his guidance counsellor,” she told me as she sat down again. “I guess he had some special permission to enrol this late in the school year. He has a… strange situation according to his counsellor.”
I swallowed nervously. “What kind of strange situation?”
“I can’t say.”
“Oh.” That didn’t help what-so-ever.
“Oh, look at this!” she exclaimed suddenly, looking at something on her computer. “It says that he attended this school two years ago. That’s the time you said you first saw him, right?”
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Never Forget Taking the Brown Bomber Jacket
FanfictionIt's been two years since England wiped Holly Rosewood's memory and sent her back to her normal life. However, not everything is as it seems. There's someone new in town and when it comes to Holly, America and England would do anything to protect...
