Chapter 6

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Sorry it has been so long since i updated but i been spr busy with collage and i also was working on my writing skills. I'm going to edit as fast as i can all the previous chapters and write the next one.

Sorry once again an i hope you like it.

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The next day at school my presence was still the center of attention but, to my relief, the focus on me had lessened somewhat. The unwelcome questions were not amiss, of course, but at least they asked different ones. I almost felt bad for them, they were earnestly trying to socialize but I was just too lost in my own thoughts to even form a coherent answer. During the incessant query my vocabulary had come to be reduced to two words: “yes” and “no”.

But I couldn’t help myself. Thoughts of my mother occupied my mind. For many years I wondered how it would be like to see my mother again; to hear the sound of my name uttered through her lips, to feel her protective embrace melt away my doubts; my fears. All this time I had stayed away, believing naively, I was protecting them. Centered in my own anguish, my ordeals; hers, never, not even once, through those long years crossed my mind. My mother, the strongest person I’ve ever known, now suffered from dementia. The Alzheimer’s effect were devastating, it was almost as if a storm had passed through her very being destroying everything in its path, leaving her bare;  a mere shadow of what she used to be. My brother had sold every valuable thing they possessed and had two jobs to pay for one of the most expensive medical treatments in the U.S.

What hurt the most was this simple but no less devastating truth: I could have helped. I had the resources to spare.  I could have given them the live they deserved and more. I despise myself for ever being so egoist.  For not even attempting to know how they were.

“Remember tomorrow’s homework.” Mr. Ferreira said snapping her away from thoughts, when the bell, announcing the end of the class, rang.

The room was instantly saturated with noise and chatter that faded rapidly, as the students rushed outside.

I went to my next class, Arts and Drama, with a dark mood that surrounded me like an aura. No one asked questions anymore.

I sat in the classroom preparing mentally for another hour of torment.

Kayla smiled at me from afar and I made an effort to return the gesture.

“Good morning, kids.” A woman’s gentle voice said. My mussels froze in recognition.

That voice...”

Inadvertently I contained my respiration not daring to look up, from where the voice came from. I was frightened of what I might encounter; of the person that was standing right in front of me.

After so many years one would think I had forgotten something as subtle as the light accent of a syllable articulated from her lips. Destiny proved me once again how erroneous could be an assumption.

“The play of this year is going to be Shakespeare’s Midnight Summer’s Dream.” The exotic voice continued.

I fought against my own will and let my deepest desires flourish as my eyes ventured to find the origin of the voice.

Our glances met instantly as if they had anticipated each other.

Kristel forgot whatever she was saying. Her eyes filled with recognition that was quickly replace by muddle. She looked at me with the same intensity I was looking at her.

“Who are you?” she questioned with imperceptible frailness.

My real name almost escaped my lips but I stopped the words before they could arise. “Megan Riggs.” I answered trying to sound as certain as possible.

Kristel’s contrariness was evident. “You are the new student?”

“Yeah.” I confirmed.

Her eyes were glued to mine for several more seconds but then Kristel remembered she was in the middle of a classroom where she was the teacher in process of instructing a lesson and continued maladroitly with her class. Once in a while her eyes wandered in my direction but she tried to maintain her composure.

The rest of the present in the classroom were unaware of what had just happen between the two souls who found themselves again.

Kristel was just as striking as ever. Even more if that was possible. Maturity had turn her much more mysterious than she was in her youth and her beautiful green eyes now wear the fire of knowledge.

It never crossed my mind she would still be here. If there was one person I believed would leave this misplaced town, in the middle of nowhere, and become someone it was her. She had the ambition, the courage, the desire and most important of all, the talent. Not a single coherent reason occurred to me as for why she was still here as a mere arts and drama teacher.

A whirlwind grew inside my head with each passing second. Forces of nature had put Kristel in my path and I had yet to decide whether it favored me or not. She was the only one in the whole town who could reveal who I really was. Theoretically it was impossible for me, Blair, to be, well... alive. The Blair Kristel knew had died fifteen years ago and even if I could explain how I miraculously survived, explaining how I still looked eighteen was another matter altogether. New identity or not if anyone saw a picture of Blair Ashlee in high school the results would be catastrophic.

When the class ended I found myself torn between whether to leave or not. “Quit the bullshit, Blair.” I told myself. I gathered my things resolved that leaving was the best assessment.

“Miss Riggs?” Kristel called with a deep voice that petrified every nerve of my body. “Megan?” she called again timidly.

I pushed away all the negative thoughts that toured my brain cells and turned around, now facing her all my willpower faded away like shadows in a bright sunrise.

“You…” she began nervously. “I just want to make sure you are going to be able to catch up with the rest of the class.”

I let out a relived breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Sure, in no time I will, Ms. Johnson.”

 “Good.”

Kristel looked at my eyes one more time as if considering saying more. She then looked away and hurried to her desk.

 I interpreted it as an unspoken sendoff.

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