EvieIt was Monday. Ms Thornhille rudely and excitedly had interrupted my class.
It was mid-way through the spring term, which meant that the summer assignment was on its way. The Summer Assignment was an annual project that us girls at Thornhille did in order to develop our relationship with the boys at Lawson Academy. Ms Thornhille had had an openly obvious crush on Sir Lawson for the past four years, so we knew that she was only arranging the assignment to meet with him. Luckily for me, it meant that I would be able to spend my free time, well most of it, with my crush, Lukas.
"I assume that you know why I am here today. It is the time of the year when you will be paired with a boy from Lawson Academy." Her small wrinkly face was smiling from ear to ear, and for once, I felt quite bad for hating her. The thing was that the assignments meant that I was expected to do too much, and that I had to be held prisoner in my home whilst I learnt about the world. I didn't mind meeting the boys because over the years I had developed a huge crush on a boy called Lukas. He was a bookworm, and every time I saw him I found his nose buried deep in a book, which made me strangely attracted to him. When I thought he wasn't looking I caught myself glancing over and took in his smart, studious glasses and his small half smile, examining the pages of his text books. Why don't I just pluck up the courage and talk to him? Oh yeah, because our campus is split in half and he hardly knows me.
For a second, he caught me glancing and looked me the eye. A fire soon spread throughout my face and I had to break away from his eyes before my face turned crimson. During those few seconds, everything stopped, and the butterflies died. Every species became extinct; I felt completely safe and at home. My legs carried me over to where he sat. Lukas leaned back into the beanbag, as closed his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked this, standing, nervous to sit down next to him, "Do you need anything?"
He opened one eye, and sat up abruptly, "Um, no, I'm fine, how are you?" He gently ruffled his hair and adjusted his glasses.
"I'm, really...um..." I fiddled uncomfortably with my dress and tried to fix my hair.
"Forgotten how to talk?" He asked, getting up and brushing himself off.
"I'm, umm... just admiring your glasses."
"Thanks, they're new. I like you're...uh...hair..." He looked down at his feet embarrassed, "I'm going to go back to my dorm, now. It's really quite late." He picked up his folders and ruffled his hair. I watched him, from the doorway of the library, scurry out of the building, as if he was still embarrassed from talking to me. I looked up at the clock, and I read that it was 9:00pm. It doesn't sound late, but it is considering I have to do all my homework and I have a 6:30am study session. So I headed up to my dorm, too. My heart was racing.
As soon as I entered my room, I dropped everything on the floor and sat down. I was exhausted. The entire day had been filled with complicated lessons, and I couldn't be bothered to do my homework. My Roommate, Nixie D'che, was already asleep. She had recently broken up with her girlfriend, Emili, and she had taken it roughly. Getting her to wake up and eat was difficult, and she was falling behind in her school work. "Nixie, hey, it's me, I'm back from the library now. Do you want to do this homework with me? You know, you've got some to do, too." 'No, not today', came the answer. It was the same as every other day. "Come on, this is getting serious now. Nixie, get up. I know you're still upset about Emili, but you'll get over it."
"I MISS HER, EVIE, IT'S HELL!" she sobbed into her pillow and curled up smaller, "Just...leave me alone. I'll try to be better tomorrow." Soon, 10 minutes had passed, and, as I had just decided to start my homework, I heard her start to snore softly. That was a good sign, it meant she was relaxed. She must be dreaming. I managed to finish my work in no more than twenty minutes, so I got myself ready for bed. The bed was cold, mostly, apart from one area at the foot of the bed. I rustled around enough to pull out a small hot water bottle. It was the one I had first given to Nixie when we met, when she was cold. It was almost cold, so I assumed that Nixie had wanted, or at least expected, me to be home earlier than I was. I appreciated this, it meant that she had woken up today, in an act of hope; I got out of bed again and went into the kitchen. I flicked the switch and the whole room was enveloped in a bright, white light. I wasn't ready. However, to my surprise, there was actually a fully cooked meal laid out on the table. The window was left wide open, and the wind was blowing strongly into our kitchen. I left it open, the cool air was refreshing on my skin. The meal was just cooked, and a small note was left on a bouquet of navy coronations. 'I wanted to say thank you for today. You were so nice to talk to – L.N'. My mind drifted to where it shouldn't've - was she hooking up with someone?
Quickly shutting the window, I tiptoe my way back through the dark rooms, and crawl into bed. The pillow is cold, but I'm sweating. I keep thinking about the message left in the kitchen. What if the two initials left behind on the note were from Lukas? His initials are the same...
I shook the thought out of my head, it was hard, but I managed to, and I soon fell asleep. I dreamt sweetly of Lukas, his glossy chestnut hair and his sea green eyes behind his glasses. He lay down the picnic blanket, and offered me a seat next to him. I took my place, but unfortunately, I had to take a call from somebody. I woke up, my pillow lumpy and warm. I was frustrated; the dream was so good that I wanted it to be real. I knew that it would never happen so I never wanted the dream to end. There was a creaking sound, but it came from the kitchen so I assumed that it must've been Nixie craving fresh air. But what if it wasn't? Slightly unnerved, I sunk lower into my duvet and tried to fall asleep in this cocoon of warmth. It was starting to get hot, boiling temperature. I was too afraid to kick the duvet off, in case it wasn't Nixie who was with me in the room. I wished myself back into the woods, the sunlight beaming down onto my face, laughing with Lukas and drinking elderflower cordial. It worked, but this time, it wasn't me cuddled up with Lukas on the red, checked cloth. It was Nixie. Her small, pointed nose was aimed to the sky, her head on his lap, fiddling with a chain of small daisies. He was laughing too, having the best time ever. It was the worst case scenario that I hadn't wanted to think about. I shot up out of bed, my heart racing and my body was covered in a cold sweat. That was horrible. I couldn't forget the dream as I paced around my house getting ready for the day. I couldn't find my revision booklets and my homework folder. I could have sworn that I had left them on the counter but they weren't there now, I franticly stumbled back into the bedroom to find that Nixie's revision files were on the vanity. I took them, they would have to do for now. As I scurried to the door, I realised that in my haste everything had been knocked off the hat stand. As I picked all of the coats and bags up a small slip of paper fell out of Nixie's jacket. I picked up the pink note and it read-"My auntiE EaTs bAnanas on Tuesday SIX times whilst I AM swimming in a WATER FOUNTAIN". Who could've written something to Nixie like this? It was probably the same person who left her the meal yesterday, but they certainly weren't being discreet about their feelings towards her. I had no time to think about it, I had to go to my lessons - I would think about it later.
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NouvellesAs thirteen-year-olds, two friends and I decided we wanted to write a book. We spent every Friday after school in the library writing tirelessly until the librarian had to ask us to leave. Looking back on it now, as seventeen-year-olds, we've realis...