“Where can I get my schedule?” Damien asked, breaking the silence.
“Oh,” I said, rather flustered. “Follow me.”
Damien nodded, watching me patiently. I turned around and walked the short distance to the school's foyer.
Once we were inside, I pointed to a room to the right where a secretary was talking on the phone. “That's the office over there. Just ask Miss Keller for your class schedule.”
He looked at me expectantly. “You're not coming with me?”
I shook my head. “No. You see that bulletin board over there?” I gestured to the wall behind me. Damien nodded, so I continued. “That's where I find out my homeroom.”
“Okay. Thanks.” Damien went and asked the secretary about his schedule.
Knowing he would be a while, I wandered over to the bulletin board with pieces of paper scattered across it. I traced my finger down the paper that read 'Grade 12's' at the top to find my name. I made it a third of the way down the list and found my name, then dragged my finger along the line until I saw which homeroom I had gotten this year. Math, with Mrs. Chindler in room B213.
Mrs. Chindler is a respectable and kind woman who has been teaching math at Little Creek for roughly ten years now. She treated kids fairly and managed to make math fun, but if you are disrespectful to her, she can get pretty angry.
A few stray memories from math class in the last couple of years played themselves in my mind. A guy named Jim, in my grade, had snickered endlessly throughout one of Mrs. Chindler's class in grade eight, earning him a detention after school.
A loud and cheerful greeting of “Ayla!” from behind made me pause in my reminiscing. I turned around to smile, widely, at my best friend Briana Kindler. In Little Creek Briana is more commonly known as Brie. She launched herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me.
I laughed, and held her an arms length away from me. I tugged on a strand of her long, dark brown hair. “There's no need to attack me on the first day of school!”
Her chocolate brown eyes turned sad, like a puppy begging for forgiveness, for a couple of seconds before sparking with a sudden interest. “Do you want to tell me about tall, dark, and handsome that you walked in with over there?” She grinned, her eyebrows raised mockingly.
I sighed, smiling. “Yeah... I almost ran him over on the way to school so I offered him a ride to show that I'm sorry, and now here we are!”
Brie crossed her arms, frowning slightly, showing that she didn't believe me. “Not as exciting a story as I was hoping for... Are you sure that there's not more to it?”
“Of course, dear.” I patted her cheek. “I don't suppose you want to meet him?”
I laughed as Brie clapped in glee and grabbed my arm. “Go!” She commanded.
Shaking my head, I led Brie over to where Damien was standing, studying the piece of paper in his hands.
Seeing that the paper was Damien's schedule for the year I asked him, “Do you know where you are going?”
“Maybe.” he replied and looked up, catching sight of Brie.
Brie stepped around me. "Hi!" I'm Briana, but I'm known as Brie around here." Brie stretched out a hand.
"I'm Damien." He shook Brie's outstretched hand, which made Brie go bright red.
"What's your homeroom?" I asked Damien.
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Stolen Breaths
Fiksi RemajaAyla Everette enters her last high school year believing everything is going to flow smoothly until graduation day. She meets a boy, excels in her classes, and loves her family. Things could only get better from there, right? Wrong. Fate has other p...
