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10: How to survive a hostile boy by the name of Nemo Kademan

|10: How to survive a hostile boy by the name of Nemo Kademan|

A single sweat bead rolls down the side of my face. Before it could drip off of my jaw, I use the back of my hand to wipe it off.

My face is red and hot. The weather flipped a switch and it became sunny. Coach was making us do laps, which I quite enjoy so I tend to work harder.

However, I always get sweaty and it's the worst, because then I have to wipe down and put on more deodorant. Thank God it's my final class of the day.

I also had to run and get my backpack because I don't feel like backtracking once the bell rings.

Anyway, Mr. Smith had called me to come to his office. There's only about ten minutes of class left, so I'm not too worried and freaked out over missing anything.

I am worried and freaked over why he's calling me back to his office. A visit to Mr. Smith's office once a week is all I can take. Once a month really.

As I raise my hand to knock on Mr. Smith's door, it swings opens with a swoosh. The air it created felt incredible on the exposed parts of my body.

"Adaline! Glad you could make it, come inside," Mr. Smith says as he steps aside.

He's being weird.

I'm not trying to be rude or offensive, but there's actually something different. The evidence is his suit. It's not the pink one he always wears.

It's baby blue.

There's photo evidence in the main office dating back to when the school first opened, and it's of Mr. Smith, in a pink suit. Man has been wearing the same type of outfit for years. It's ultra rare to find him in something else.

I walk inside and thankfully, there's nobody sitting in the chairs, glaring at me this time. Calmly with suspicions, I take a seat across from Mr. Smith's desk, placing my backpack in between my legs.

Mr. Smith walks around, adjusting his suit and tie. I watch his every move, trying to figure out what secret he could be hiding.

"Today is the anniversary of my wife and I," Mr. Smith says as he notices my staring.

I ease up and let my shoulders slump as I get more comfortable, "Really? That's amazing. Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Adaline," Mr. Smith smiles, "We have lasted for twenty-nine years,"

"My father and mother only lasted for two," I disclose with no shame.

It doesn't make me sad or anything. Some people find their soulmate and last forever, some don't. Not everyone can spend forever with the one, they just can't. And for the ones that do, well... they're fucking lucky.

I never knew my dad, so I don't know how he and Mom fell apart. I'll never say it to her face, but I have a feeling she's the main reason.

I'd love to meet my dad, I don't hold anything against him like Mom does. There's no photos of him, so I don't even know what he looks like. Sure, I may not have a clue about who he is, but I'm young, it's not too late to meet him.

Mom would freak if I ever did such a thing though. At home, I'm not even allowed to ask, talk, or even mention anything that involves my dad. She goes bonkers.

"Oh... I am terribly sorry about that, Adaline," Mr. Smith tilts his head in sympathy.

I wave him off with my hand, "It's okay, Mr. Smith. What did you call me in for?"