That Year

That Year Part 2

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Leo packs his things in his backpack. “Where are you going,” I ask. “Schools out see you tomorrow,” he tells me. “What time should I meet you here?” “When is your lunch,” he asks. “I got the C lunch period.” “Okay I’ll have my scheduled changed by tomorrow and we will meet here during our lunch periods.”

I head for my bus. On the drive back I sit in silence by myself looking outside my window, but not really looking at what’s outside as I’m lost in my thoughts. Thoughts about my first day, the secrets I had discovered. I ponder what fear Leo was referring to.

“How was it,” my mom asks as my dad and I gather around the table. I take a seat across from my dad, “I got lost at first.” “How did that happen,” my dad asks. “It’s not that hard to get lost in there, it’s a big building,” I reply. “You’ll get used to it. Pretty soon you’ll be able to find your classes with your eyes closed,” my mom says taking a seat next to my dad. My golden retriever Rover places his head on my lab with begging eyes. How could I possibly say no to that face? I cut a piece of chicken and give it to him. Satisfied he walks away and lies down on the wooden floor next to the dinner table. “Why don’t you go to Victoria’s house and have dinner with her family anymore, god knows you love her cooking more than mine,” my mom asks. “Honey would you stop,” my dad says. I think they know I’m most likely not seeing her anymore, but I really don’t want talk about it with them. “Mom that’s crazy, nobody, and I mean nobody could beat your cooking,” I say. My mom chews on her piece of chicken, “Yeah your right.”  

The next day I find my first period class a lot faster. Mrs. Snow walks into the classroom as the bell rings. She wears a white shirt, and a short black skirt. I can’t help but stare at her. I know I wasn’t the only one awe struck by her. As she writes on the white board with her marker in her hand I admire her ass. I walk up behind her, and I slowly lift her skirt up exposing her pink thong. I rub her butt cheeks with my hands and pull down her skirt, then her thong.

“Matt,” Mrs. Snow shouts. “What,” I say alarmingly. “Could you do number three on the board.” “Yes,” I say as I get up from my desk.

An announcement comes through the speakers from above the door, “Please turn on your televisions for the mourning announcements.” Mrs. Snow reaches for the television attached to the ceiling behind her desk. I notice her shirt barely lift, exposing a slight hint of her bare skin.

“Hello students, faculty and staff to another year here at Mountain High, I’m Brandon and this to the left is the very beautiful Sage Windstill.” “Thanks Brandon you’re not too bad yourself, even if you do think my younger sister is prettier than me.” “Well you know what Sage, I was drunk, and I think we went over this a number of times over the past week.” The camera cuts away from the arguing news anchors.

“Hi, I’m David; I’m going to tell you the weather for today.” David leaves the screen and comes back moments later. “It’s currently sunny; it’s going to be sunny today.”

“Hey everybody, it’s Jimmy, your probably thinking what’s for lunch, well I’m your guy. Today we have the normal chicken patties, burger, fries, pizza, subs, with our daily special being a healthy Mac n cheeses salad. For all you healthy people out there bring your own lunch.” The camera cuts back to the lead anchors Brandon and Sage. “Have a wonderful day.”

I nearly fall asleep during my second period class. My teacher Mr. Seethers speaks in the same monotone voice throughout the duration of the class, stopping occasionally to slide his glasses that keep sliding down his nose. “Hey, no texting,” says a guy storming into the classroom out of nowhere.  “Principle Burns, I… I wasn’t texting I swear,” says the kid nervously. “You calling me dam liar, son I am a lot of things, but liar is not one of them,” shouts Principle Burns. “Sir I didn’t call you a liar, I think you just are seeing things.” Principle Burns paces up and down the classroom. Mr. Seethers sighs while rubbing his forehead with his hands from a seat at his desk. “So now your calling me crazy, get your black ass out of that chair,” Principle Burns shouts. When the kid doesn’t budge from his chair, Principle Burns tugs his ear and drags him out of the classroom, slamming the classroom door behind him.