The class was eerily silent unlike the previous week, strange. While sitting at my seat for some reason feeling two different set of eyes on me, my body shivered. I knew one of those pairs of eyes belonged to the teacher but who was staring boreing into me from behind? That stare gave me a disgusted feeling deep inside unlike Mr. Kurosawa's slowly turning to see someone familiar. "What are you doing here," asking with a bit of malice in my tone. The boy behind did not answer just kept looking at me then proceeded to open an art book. "I go here too," the boy said with a nonchalant manner his name was Stan. This coupled with the bad weekend this surprise was even worse.
When class was over I decided to wait a moment before leaving. "Miss Rawlins wait a moment I have something to discuss with you," the cooler deep voice of my teacher said glancing behind me. Stan left abruptly and inadvertently a sigh let out of my mouth. "I'm sorry I really didn't mean to startle you that day," he stated and looked down solemnly. The dark eyes that gulped me in wavering with a distraught aura made my heart squeeze for some reason as I began to speak. "Mr. Kurosawa it's alright, I do have a question for you though; this thought had been restless in my head is your first name Marcellus?" It slipped out and a smirk appeared on his face, "no my first name is not Marcellus."
Just as I was about to sigh in relief his voice rang in my ear once again. "Very close its my middle name though," suddenly I felt my body heat up as my bronze face flushed all I could utter was "oh." I couldn't deal with my heart beating so fast and ran out the door not looking back. "Coincidence just a coincidence" I told myself hearing the sound of faint chuckling. Outside the building I could see Cordelia waiting at the gate for me. Trying to show a sense of calmness I let out a few breaths before going over. "I've never seen you turn this shade before do you have a fever," she asks me placing her hand on my forehead. I'm fine we start walking towards our apartment which is about a 30-minute walk from school. Entering the house I noticed that it's quite desolate for the first time. "do you think that moving was a bad idea," Cordelia asks while I Lay My Bag down next to the table. "No what are you talking about we had to move staying there would only cause more problems. I think we might actually you know what let's not move again the semester is almost over we're already 19." I stroke her porcelain face, the light in her eyes shine brightly. Then I begin doing my homework this is the last semester of the year and I don't want to repeat a year again...
Thinking about what happened last year in J City I sigh. Its been getting harder to be around people my age, Cordelia is the only person i like younger than I am but she does irritates me at times as well. Chewing on my pen the thought of my teacher popped into my brain. Splat! The pen busted and I was already startled falling on my butt. Why did I have to think of him it was a coincidence just like their faces just as I was lying to myself I heard Cordelia running up the stairs. "Are you alright," she asked me I just replied "mhmm." Rubbing my butt explaining I just got distracted and fell I lay down on my bed after eating a big meal and finishing up my work.
Starting to think about Marcellus again I can't help but know my teacher and friend were indeed the same person. He said I looked like his girlfriend....he kissed me...but last time I saw him he was apparently engaged so what happened...why is he here now? My face flushed and the heat emanating from it started to make my cheeks hurt. Sam too why is Sam here wasn't his family in A City? He never liked me and always use to try and hurt me why was he even staring at me. Turning off the light I try to sleep as soon as I drift off images of Marcellus kiss kept flashing through my mind. Unable to sleep I go and warm me some milk trying to see if it helps. Looking at the clock it says 3 am, yawning going back to the room. Still I remained unable to sleep without thinking about many possibilities to my own questions never to voice them out. I still try to sleep and finally I drift for a few hours waking again at 6.
My phone began to ring that instant and it was an unknown number. Washing up and eating a lite breakfast then headed out with Cordelia to school. I suddenly felt a disgusted feeling again and couldn't help but look around expecting to see Sam yet nothing. Classes went by smoothly but I still wanted to hide during my last class. Although Creative writing is my favorite subject really not wanting to see the teacher caused me to escape to the nurses office with the excuse that I'm sick. As I lay on the bed inside with the curtains drawn around me there are voices of two people, listening earnestly all that could be made out was "not her, "looks the same" and, "she's gone." This was the voice of a woman and she sounded very aggrieved.The other said nothing but i could clearly see the silhouette of the teacher.
Who is that woman, the thought popped up and soon dissipated as i drifted out of consciousness. Luckily when I awoke the deep set restlessness was gone and school was already out. Today unlike the first week Cordelia isn't waiting for me but I see the woman who helped me last time. She waved at me, weird. "Are you waiting for someone or..." before I finished my sentence she gave me a hug. "New student you are very capable since you arrived this last semester and your grades are very good. Could you take some of these papers to your Creative teacher's office I really have to go and get my son." Nodding to her I take the papers and head to his classroom. Silence engulfing me as I get to the door a murmur is heard and I push it open casually. A woman is upon the desk and she grabbed Marcellus/Mr. Kurosawa and kissed him dropping the papers I run out doorway and down the street towards the apartment.
Looking at my state Cordelia backs off as I go to my room and get upon my cherry red laptop. Tonight was going to be a night where I call the business I have in J City but I have been avoiding those old men at the company for a while. Tonight though my thoughts were all scattered and I again became restless....