Back in Time

Him | Chapter Two

- First day of Year 3, Oldsbourne Primary School.

She wasn't someone I ever wished to be my classmate or someone I ever wanted to be my friend. She was definitely not someone I'd be so glad to share a table with. It was quite a surprise to see her walking into my class, before eventually sitting down next to me. I didn't think she was going to a state school, to my school. I thought kids with fancy mansion would only go to public schools.

"Hi," said her, as she sat down. I only gave her a smile, thinking of way to prevent her sitting with me.

But then Mr Wiley came in. "Alright, alright, good morning everyone!" Mr Wiley greeted excitedly as he placed his bag on his table. "Welcome back to school, how are you lot feeling? Great, yeah?"

We only nodded our heads.

"Okay, we're not just going straight into our studies now," he said as he looked at all of us. "I said, we're not going to study now. You may give some applause."

The new girl started clapping her hand and somehow the class followed her.

"That's it, that's the spirit I'm looking for," Mr Wiley said before we stop clapping our hands. "Now, why don't we introduce ourselves? Anyone would go first?"

No one responded.

"No? Okay, allow me to be the first then." Mr Wiley smiled. He seemed so excited, I somehow felt guilty that we didn't give him a great response. "Well, hi everyone, I'm Mr Wiley and although it's not my first time teaching in this school, it is indeed my first time teaching you all. These are new faces I'm looking at now. So, we really really need some good introductions, don't we?" he paused.

"Oh and I love maths, does anyone love maths? Raise your hand, let me know."

There was only one kid raising her hand, then another kid across the room followed, and his chair mate too. Then everyone ended up raising their hands, me included.

"Looks like we all love maths, eh? That is why we will talk lots of maths here in my class. Now put your hands down and start introducing yourselves before we make a group of three because we're going to have a very exciting project." Again, Mr Wiley looking out for excitement on his students faces. After getting no feedback from his students, he continued by saying, "Okay, start with you." Mr Wiley pointed at the table in front him, my table.

I got up and said, "Hi, my name's Luth."

"Right, Luth, can you please go to the front of the class so we can all see you?"

I went there, in front of everyone and repeated what I just said. "Hi, my name's Luth Beaumont."

"Ah, I forgot. Please tell us your age, where you live and something about you, could be anything," informed Mr Wiley.

"Yes, Sir. I'm eight years old and I live on Ivory Road. Something about me is that... I have twin brothers, older brothers."

"Woah that's cool, what are their names?" asked Mr Wiley.

"Elisha and Elijah."

"Great, thank you Luth Beaumont. You may go back to your seat." Mr Wiley said. "Next, please."

"Me?" asked the new girl.

"Yes, you." Mr Wiley nodded.

She got up and went to where I was standing. "Hello my name's Quincy Gladstone. I've just moved here, so I'm not sure what my street is, but I live near Luth so I guess it's Ivory Road then."

"Oh, we have neighbours! So you two have known each other?"

"Kind of... I only saw Luth when I was moving in."

"Oh okay, you better be friends now that you're chair mates. And where did you live before, Quincy?"

"I lived in Oklahoma before."

"Yeah, I can hear the accent. Go on..."

"Oh, yeah, my accent's changed a little bit. But I think, now that I'm back here in UK, I'll have my old accent back very soon."

"You lived here before?"

"Yeah, I was born here actually."

Mr Wiley nodded.

"What's more... Oh, right, I'm seven years old, turning eight this November, and uh... do you want to know my hobbies?"

This new girl had said too much. Why did she even say that we live close? That's really uncalled for. I wasn't even paying attention to her anymore, I was reading my textbook instead.

"Well... I love acting and drawing and I like to go cycling in my spare times. I think that's all about me, thank you very much."

"Okay, thank you, Quincy," said the teacher.

She went back to her chair, beside me. Mr Wiley continued the introduction with the rest of the class. But like I said, I didn't pay much of attention.

I was not in a good mood. I did not want her to sit with me and pretend that she knows me. I know she had done nothing, but it still bothered me somehow.

I had always gone to private all-boys schools since kindergarten, until two years ago when I punched a bully in my old school as a self-defend. It got both of us in trouble and made my parents moved me to this state school.

Nothing was new to me beside these creatures we would call as girls. Most of them were so loud and sometimes annoying, made me want to punch them, but my mum always told me I should never punch them however annoying they could be, she told me to be gentle to the girls. I couldn't help but to feel uncomfortable near them, and that's why I kept on avoiding her. She was just the type of girls I never liked, attention seeker ones.

However, she was now my classmate, my chair mate, and on the same team for a project the teacher just gave us. I didn't hate her, but it doesn't mean I was okay to work with her. So tell me, why did she look so happy to be on the same team with me?