Lilybee

Chapter 4

This week went really fast, but probably just because I didn't did nothing too important. It was Friday, and me and my friends were on our way to our classes, that sadly, we don't have together.

I wave at them, as they are walking to their own class. I enter the room, choosing to sit in the third row, in the middle seat. I put my coat on the back of my chair, and the bag in the hook under my table. I take out my phone, exactly in the moment when the bell rings, so I have to put it back.

Our school schedule was sent by our class master on the group chat,that I was forced to get into. So now I was having a lot classes with the new teachers, and this means I have to present myself, and I hate it. It's not like I am very shy or something, but I just hate other people that are not my family or friends, and yeah, and a couple of teachers.

Some people are naming it 'social anxiety' but I call it, sick of stupid biches. It's more fun like that anyway. In the class enters the last student, and right after him, the teacher. The teacher was a woman, a short woman, with black hair and blue eyes, and with, I'm not gonna lie, an very good taste in fashion. But I don't know her,so for the moment, I will not like her.

She puts her bag on her desk, and her coat on the back of the chair, and then she comes in front of us smiling.

"So kids, my name is Mrs. Anne Cox, or Mrs. Cox or just Mrs , and I'm really happy to be you're teacher this year! We will study together, as you very well know, English literature, an very important factor in our lives." She said smiling, while supporting her back on the desk behind her, and putting her hands on each side.

"Miss. Bellow had an very bad car accident now a few months ago, right before the end of the last school year, as you well know, and she still recovers, and probably, most of you, will have her as a teacher back the next year. I am here now just because of this, I'm like an substitute teacher, and I really hope we will get along!" She ends with an harsh breath, from speaking too fast.

I cross my hands on my chest, waiting for something interesting to happen, as I do every time.

"So, now that you know me and why I am here,I want to know you too, but we are going to do this next time,ok? Now you can do whatever you want, but in silence!" She said while sitting on her chair, and opening the computer that she has brought with her.

I breathe a sigh of relief,and I take one of my favourite books out of my bag,starting to read. I would love to wach something on my phone, but I forgot my headphones home, and an movie without sound it's like a book without plot or like an poem without rhyme.

I finish page 78 of  the poems book by Edgar Allan Poe, an extraordinary author, who died like an homeless men, and not knowing even his own name.

  I always will liked wired authors. Why? Because I feel more close and intrigued by their poems, I feel like...they understand me,or my feelings. And also they inspire me a lot.

I look back at the teacher, trying to observe her a little bit, but I see that her gaze is already directed a little further behind me.

I look in that direction, seeing an wavy haired boy, writing something down on a piece of paper, ignoring anyone else in the room.

I look back at the teacher, seeing something extraordinarily strange in her eyes while looking at the boy. Love. But not a weird type of love, but one that Laura has in her eyes when she looks at me. An motherly one.

I let the subject alone, looking back in my book, and I start reading waiting for the bell to ring, so I can go home and sleep all day long, as I want from the moment I woke up.