And I'm his student.

Chapter five

It has been two days since Mr. Calvin had taken me home.

I sort of found it awkward to be near him or even speak to him. I had tried my best to avoid him at school, often finding myself ducking behind corners as he walked across the halls and it didn't take long for Kalie to notice.

Yeah I know childish of me but I didn't have the guts to face him.

"Why are you hiding?" she asked, both arms of her arms held her cat printed binder against her chest.

I look up at her, and smile nervously, "Oh nothing. I just thought I dropped my uhhh..." I dust of my pants as I get up, quickly searching on the ground for something. "UHHH Oh, my pen!" I point across the floor.

Quickly, I run over and pick it up. "Yup, I was looking for my pen" The random pen I had found was falling apart.

She raises her brow and purses her lips. "Hmm, a broken pen?"

The plastic cover had already fallen apart when I opened it. "Yeah, Its my lucky pen" I lied.

"Good afternoon ladies" a melodic voice that loomed over the hallway frighten us.

Surprised I didn't say anything.

I could only wave as Mr. Calvin passed down the hall, when he flashed his movie star smile at us.

"What was that all about?" We both stood by the threshold seeing his figure disappear down the hall, nothing but silence took place of the sound and my mechanic hand that couldn't stop waving even though he had left.

"I don't know" I mutter, so much for hiding today.

"The music class is today." My mother muttered under her breath as she flipped a page of the cosmopolitan magazine,

I sat crisscrossed on the couch and yawn as I flip the page of my own book,  "And?"

I could feel her angry eyes piercing at me.

"Aren't you going?"

"Nope" I slowly whispered

"Eleonore, why?"

"I just don't feel like going today," I closed my book and got up,

"Oh no you don't, you are going to the practice" she abruptly takes my book from my hands.

"hey"

"Come on, I'm not paying for those classes just for you not to go" she scoffs

"But I don't feel good" I whine. In fact I really didn't feel like seeing Mr. Calvin today. 

"Do you have a fever?" she placed her cool hands on my forehead, a sweet fume hit my nose. Something so familiar yet foreign images crossed in my head; of my father. The missing piece in my chest made it heavy to breathe. 

I look away,

"Eleonore? Eleonore?" she repeated

I didn't realize the tears starting to come from my eyes.  "Allergies" I muttered

Sniffling I get up and slip on my slippers, "I need to get my things." I ignore her and look away.

"Where are you going?"

I stop mid way of the stairs "Well I'm going to the class, aren't I?" I replied.

     

Siting among the other students was angst. I couldn't stop tapping my foot as I watched other people come through the back door. Chattering among themselves filled the room.