Soul Thought

Stolen Hearts

Stolen Hearts

 

I bumped into someone trying to escape.

Hand automatically grabbed my sides and I looked up sheepishly, the six foot tall guy stared down at me, confusion crossing his face.

“Who‘re you?” He asked, with his slight accent making his words seem to spill together.

My mind went pretty blank, pretty quickly. My eyes searched the area behind him, trying to find a suitable excuse for why some random girl would be walking through the school with a backpack.

“I’m a teacher’s assistant” I answered confidently, and instantly the boy removed his hands from my arms.

“Sorry Miss…?” I crossed my arms and started tapping my foot the way I had seen Miss Heatherton do when students were annoying her.

“None of your concern. You’re late to class; don’t make me take you to Butcherton.” The threat of reporting him to the principle seemed to work wonders, and before I had even finished her name the boy had disappeared down the hallway and discreetly into one of the classrooms.

I rolled my shoulders and shifted the backpack. It was the same one I had used when I moved in at the beginning of the year. So far I had only stuffed it with the first aid box that had been sitting gathering dust under my bed, and some spare clothes. Each room had one that was rarely used except if it was the middle of the night. It had the general bandaids, bandages, and then there was the stuff even I didn’t know how to use – like some type of needle and thread, supposedly for stitching up any major wounds she might receive.

I was basically prepared for any kind of major-minor injury I could sustain in the wilds beyond the boarding school – to the point that I felt like I play pretending going on a wilderness adventure when in fact the second I got let out of the school grounds I would be like half an hour’s walk to the nearest town; and from there, I could go anywhere I wanted.

But, I knew straight off where I had to go. If I ever wanted to find out who my soul-mate was, I had to find out how to avoid being detected by the scans as a ‘superhero’. It was almost surprisingly simple – I had to go home and seriously interrogate my mother.

Walking to the front gate I pulled out the staff identification card that I had seen some teachers use to go in and out of the school grounds. The guard looked bored out of his brain and barely even glanced in my direction as I handed him my card. The machine that he scanned it through made an alarmed kind of beeping and I tried to plaster an irritated look on my face, as though being holed up in this place was worse than a death sentence.

The guard finally looked at me for the first time, and I started sweating, obviously he had never seen me before, and even if he had I was a student and therefore not allowed to leave the premises.

“Miss Green?” The guard questioned, and I quickly read his name tag so then I knew what to call him; Michael. He was tall and burly and looked intimidating, but from what I knew of tall guys – they were teddy bears underneath.

“Oh my goodness! I am so sorry Michael” I gushed, my cheeks reddening as though the stupid machine malfunction was my fault. “I just got a new card from the office and they said it would work…”

I glanced at him uncertainly, trying to gauge how well my little act was working; he seemed to soften significantly and nodded understandingly. Michael handed me back the fake card and pressed a button on his computer screen and the metal bar stopping me from exciting the school lifted with a creak and I stepped outside offering Michael a small smile as I started walking towards the car park. I only walked towards the car park because I knew that was what he would expect; after all teachers have cars, students do not.