Love Soars

Chapter 3

Recap: The bell rang, and I picked up my trash and tray. Once I had thrown away my trash and placed my tray on top of the stack of trays to be cleaned for tomorrow’s lunch, I turned around to walk out of the cafeteria. McKenna shouldered my as she strutted to throw away her trash and place her tray down. She smirked at me, once again, and then brushed past me again as I was struggling to regain my balance. I ended up crashing into a trash can, knocking it over, and Flora helped me to stand up straight, before we each bent down to clean up the garbage.

We finished, and I headed outside with Flora. She was heading back to the greenhouse, while I was going to the field for my second physical skill class. After that, I had the Emotions and Flying class inside, and then it was P.E. time. I only hoped I wouldn’t receive more harm for the rest of the day.

Victoria’s POV

My second physical skill class proved to be pretty boring. Throughout the year, we would be working on various takeoffs and landings, but today, we just sat and listened to the teacher. She was a kind lady, probably in her late 50s, but she droned on and on about what she expected from us for the rest of the year. I hate having to sit and listen to teachers talking on the first day of class.

Once I was dismissed from my physical skill class, I joined up with Flora, who was heading back to school from the greenhouse. While we walked back inside, she was excitedly telling me about all the plants she was interested in growing this year. I made her promise to grow me some pretty flowers that I could put in my room. She told me I had to decide what kind of flowers I wanted, and I promised her I would pick one before the week was up.

We parted ways after grabbing our stuff from our lockers for our final skill class of the day. I had been looking forward to attending the Emotions and Flying class since I read the title of the class on my schedule, so I had a skip in my step as I walked towards the classroom.

I passed through the doorway and took a seat next to a guy I’ve known since the first day of freshman year. His name was Joseph, and he didn’t talk much. He rarely showed emotion, actually now that I think about it, but he gave me a small smile when I sat down. I gave him a small wave in return and turned to look at the teacher.

There was a young man in the front of the room who looked like he had just graduated from college. He had sharp features and short brown hair, and when he turned to face the class, I noticed the sparkle in his bright green eyes. His smile was infectious, and I felt my lips curling upwards as he continued to survey the room. As the bell rang, everyone fell quiet and looked up at the man in anticipation.

“Hello class, I’ll be your teacher for this class, Emotions and Flying. My name is Mr. Wells”

I heard audible sighs from around me, and I glanced at the students sitting around me. Some of the girls were practically drooling as they leaned forward in their seats. They were batting their eyelashes and undressing Mr. Wells with their eyes. I’ll admit he’s attractive, but seriously? Do they have no self-respect? Are they all that desperate?

Mr. Wells, just Mr. William in my Flight in Weather class, had us make a list of various emotions. We started with the simple, basic emotions, but then we delved into all the complexities of human emotions, and by the time class was over, our list had covered the entire board, as well as two pieces of notebook paper, front and back.

“Good work today students. As you can see, we have more than enough to cover this year. Each emotion and combinations of them can affect a person greatly when flying. I, myself, have experienced some interesting effects of emotions while flying, and I’ll be willing to share stories with you in future class periods. Have a good day, you all are dismissed.”