Wide Open spaces

Chapter 15

I was walking, I don’t know where and I don’t know why. No one was around me and I was thankful for that. I was in a long white dress that trailed along the ground. The stars above me started to get closer and moved around in the space of the sky. Leaves rustled behind me and I turned around to see a wolf. The wolf let out a low growl while I just looked at it. Its white teeth shone from the stars in the sky. The wolf bounded towards me at an impeccable speed and letting me move out of the way just in time. It stopped beside me and let out a loud howl. Twigs snapped and leaves broke under the heavy footsteps that were coming towards me. I turned around to see no one, looking in all directions possible, still no one was there. A hand covered my eyes but I didn’t struggle, there was no point. They had me already. 

“Open the door Bibi, we need to go to english, I would rather not be late for that class, again.” Patrick yelled through the door jolting me awake. I sat up in bed, looking around my room. I grabbed my crutches from the floor and made my way over to the door, I opened it to see a very anxious Patrick. 

“Why aren’t you dressed?” I looked at him raising an eyebrow.

“Really? I just woke up leave me alone.” I told him hobbling back over to my bed. Patrick ignored me and walked over to my clothing that was still on the ground from Dylan. He picked up a pair of jean shorts and a yellow tank top and threw it at me.

“Change.” He ordered. I rolled my eyes but complied I chucked the clothing over my shoulder and grabbed my crutches and walked to the bathroom. I put on the cloths leaving the others in there. Walking out of the bathroom i stopped where my bag was and grabbed my hair brush from the floor. I chucked it onto my bed making it hit the wall in the process. I went over to my bed and sat down. I brushed all the knots out of my hair and put it into a straight up into a pony tale. 

“Ready?” I looked over at the impatient Patrick who had his bad draped over one shoulder and mine over the other.

“As ready as you can be when you are going to a school for assassins and spies.” I said sarcastically.

“Lets go then!” Patrick shouted enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes at him but didn’t complain. I grabbed the key to my door and hopped out of the room. We made our way through endless hallways until we got to a blue door with a window in it. Patrick opened the door and walked in. The classroom was full of light and multiple desks lined the room. Whispered erupted in the room as I took a few cautious steps in. A desk sat at the front which I assume was the teachers. Patrick turned back to look at me and nodded his head. He walked to a desk that had another one sitting next and pulled out a both chairs. I made my way down the ail to the desk, I placed the crutches on the ground next to the desk and slid into the chair. 

“Thanks.” I smiled at Patrick as he placed my bag on my desk. He just nodded his head and looked around the class. People stared at me while whispering to one another but I tried hard not to notice. A short plump lady walked into the classroom. Her blonde shoulder length hair bouncing with every step she took in her inch black heels. Stopping in the middle of the classroom she looked at each of us. Her gaze slowing down as she got to me. She gave me a small smile, one which I returned.

“So I believe we have a new student.” She bellowed out. Smirking over towards me. “Would you care to come up to the front?” I timidly grabbed my crutches off the ground and made my way up to the front of the class.

“Name?” My teacher asked.

“Abigail Rose Brown but I prefer Bibi.” I projected my voice around the class so everyone could hear me. The teacher nodded in approval.

“I am Mrs Dawson, your english teacher.” Mrs Dawson told me, I nodded my head in acknowledgment. “You may now go and take a seat.” I nodded my head grumbling to myself for the fact that she made me get up just to say my name, did she not see that I was on crutches? I rolled my eyes as I sat down and stared at the white board at the front of the classroom. Mrs Dawson started to talk about poetry and I just ended up tuning out what she was talking about. Patrick nudged me slightly in the arm and I looked at him. He looks towards the front of the classroom and I follow his gaze. Mrs Dawson is sending a hard glare at me and i just give her a cheeky smile back. Her glare hardens and she stares me down. I raise an eyebrow and she turns away from me and keeps writing on the board.