Blue Rose

Chapter 3

"because you were curious and you wanted to get to know me that is why you starated to talk to me."

 "oh! where in the world did you come from and how did you know what i was thinking," i ask ethan, who magically appeared out of nowhere.

 "well i didn't magically appear out of no where and i have english too. also you said the last part out loud and let me guess you didn't even know that." he laughs, but this isn't a laugh that is cruel like all the others, no this is a sweet laugh that brings me warmth and fuzzy feelings to me, a laugh that comforts me and surrounds me with joy like my mother use to, before she kicked the bucket on my 10th birthday.

 "so are you even going to talk or just sigh again and look into the memories of the past," ethans asks as he waves his hand infront of my face.

 "sorry i was just thinking about my mother, wait just forget that i said that and yea i didn't know that i said that thought out loud."

 "what is with you and saying sorry so many times. you have nothing to be sorry for at all," when he said i sinced that he just wasn't talking about our little conversation, but something more.

 "stay out of my mind," i mummble."you don't know anything about me and i will not tale you a thing about why people hate me and everything else that you have questions for."

 "well i am sorry that i offended you violet. i really am and you do have a right to get mad at me all you want, but i would never read your mind because to tell you the truth i can't do that," he smiles at me and looking me straight in the eye as he tells me that making me know that he isn't lying .

 "sorry i really am sorry. i just don't have anyone that is so interested in me that they want to know everything about me, but right now we are in class and i would like to tell you things in a more private area. do you unerstand?"

 "i sure do," he says."also i have a question, not about you, why are people staring at me?"

 "hahaha, you do know who you are talking to and don't think that i am weird , but you are good looking. usually people that are good looking don't talk to the 'freak' under any circumstances. Period." i laugh when i see his face, his astonishment over what i just said. i laugh and he smilesthat smile.

 "you are not a 'freak'. all of those people that think that you are a freak are the 'freaks.'" he says with such certainty that makes me want to hug him."oh and thank you for calling me good looking. hahaha. i, myself do not think of  myself 'good looking.'hahaha.

 "well to me you are and that is that." i smile as Ms.hayes walks in all tired and looking quite confused.

 ms. hayes, the best of the best english teacher that i have ever had, has taught me well and is a nice teacher to all, but will put her foot down when needed. she is the nicest teacher that treats me no different. as the class drags on an ms.hayes losses track of time as the bell ringsright in the middle if her lecture, but before that i am called down to the office. ethan comes with me just see that i am safe and no one messes with me.

 "you really didn't have to come, you know that right'"i ask him as he opens the stair door and we walk down the stairs.

 "yea i konw, but i really like talking tio you. you area very nice person and you are very interesting. you make me smile, like really smile and no one that i know of, that is living, can make me do that," he says as he opens the first floor stair door.

 "oh, sorry. really? i make you smile like really smile? oh and i am not that interesting, am i," i ask not really wanting to hear his answer.

 " you don't have to be sorry, they passed away a long time ago. ofcourse you make me really smile and you are very interesting unlike these people over here. they seem so boring and dull. they act like that they have to impress everyone and be better than everyone else, but that isn't with you. you ignore what people say to you and you keeop your head high and go on with your day like nothing ever happened." he stops and justs stares at me. i want to look away, but i just can't. HIs eyes are like the color of lily pads on the diamond infested sea. the pupils as a blacken abbys with a speck of light shining in. i want to look away, but i just can't. when it feels like forever i start to talk. i really couldn't take the pressure that his gaze was givig me.

 "um," i say "i have to go, you know to the office. um yea so see you later i guess," i say droppind my gaze and opening the office door.

 "yeah, um. yeah i forgot. yeah see you later violet. oh um wat class do you have now,"? he asks me as i stand in the doorway of the office.

 "health on the second floor. what about you?"

 "um biology on the first floor, this floor, mr. acevedo," he answers.

i smile and say,"have fun with that i have him on B-days.well, i better get going and so you won't be late." i smile at him and wave goodbye and head into the office where i see that they are eagerly expecting me. ms.mooney, the secretary for the office, gives me a message and says," that boy you were talking is a handsome young man. also violet i never see you with any friends. well, the stranger you were talking to surprised me. well, anyway the tardy bell is about to ring so let me give you a note so that you won't be counted tardy," she finishes.

 ms.mooney is a very nice old lady. from what i hear(hardly anything) she has been working at lilan high for quit a while. while she is writing the excuse note, i read the message:

    TO:VIOLET

    FROM: PRINCIPLE OF ALAN MIDDLE SCHOOL

    MESSAGE: HE SAID THAT YOUR SISTER, NINA, IS OUT OF DRESS CODE FOR     THE THIRD TIME AND SHE IS TO HAVE DETETION

    AT 4:30 THIS AFTERNOON. ALSO BROTHER ERIC IS TO SERVE DETETION     TODAY AS WELL. HE WANTS TO MEET WITH

    YOUR DAD TODAY AROUND 4 OR 4:30.

 "Here you go and may i say have a nice day." she hands me the note and i head off to class. as i walk up the stairs i'm thinking, he wants to see father. ah, hell that would sure go well, now won't it. my father doesn't do conferences, i do. uhh! as i walk through the door and into health, i hand ms. dupre the note and i sit down. Ms. dupre is like a mother hen. she a;lways wants to be nice and not say anything negative about anyone. To me she acts too sweet and kind. She is someone that loves to be good and do good even though she wants to tell off people, but knows that it is wrong.well, antway the class went by so slow. we started to learn different thing, to tell you the truth i really wasn't paying attention.