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Butterflies and Hurricanes
Chapter five. . .Algebra Test
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I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Every minute grated on my nerves. It was as if a knife scraped across my skin and then they let me bleed in agony. It was as if I wanted to scream bloody murder, but knew that I couldn’t, because then they would take my vocal cords and cut them out too.
“Uggh. You’ve got to be kidding me.” I breathed.
Staring down at the extremely foreign seeming equations, I had no Idea as to their meaning. They were strange. Where the hell had my mind been in the past two weeks of staying at this dump town?
It was period two. Geometry. Perfect starting to a perfect day, right? Well there’s geometry for you. With the charming Mr. Finkel. I stared over at our middle aged, balding teacher. The only things a bit bigger than his hatred of students, was his belt size and his obsession with geometry. He huffed furiously spreading red lines all over one of my fellow students’ test papers.
Beside me, a fellow student wrung her hands nervously. She was a straight A student, I sort of knew her. She was the “all around nice” girl. Good at school, good at sports, had a football player boyfriend and pretty. She was something I’d never be. Normal. Worst of all, she had so many friends. I silently wondered if it was her paper Mr. Finkel scribbled red all over. Then again, I wouldn’t know. I hadn’t paid attention. To any of it.
“Pi, Median, FOIL and . . . . Test . . . BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH . . . .”
I think I heard that. Keyword being think.
I glanced at the clock again. Nope. It was still nine forty. Five minutes to go before third period, and two periods to go to Alex in Bio. I was kind of glad that day Alex wouldn’t be in my lunch period.
Screw it, I thought to myself as I pushed the test paper aside. Yes, who needs Geometry when you have to collect souls and be an assassin for a living? Alex. His face seemed to flash across my mind so often. It seemed it was especially when I was trying to avoid his face. That face. That beautiful face; it reminded me especially of the first time I saw him. It was only two weeks ago. I smirked and then was lifted away from my dream by the shrill tone of the bell.
“Tests please, . . . Thank you . . . Thank you. . . .” Mr. Finkel pompously said as each student walked out and turned in their work. I quickly circled random answers and organized myself. I was among the last to leave and tried to look ahead as I handed mine in.
“Thank you . . . Thank you . . . . Thank-” He stopped to examine my paper. But I didn’t falter at all. He was no doubt already shaking his head. I could care less. Just a few more steps until I reached the door.
“Uh, Ms. Mortemour?” I reluctantly turned around.
“Yes, Mr. Finkel?”
“You forgot your name.” I was surprised. But I hadn’t been worried about his analyzing my test.
“Oh, Ah, ok.” I said reaching out for my paper. I quickly scribbled out my name. And hurried out.
Then I thought back. Was I getting paranoid? Did I seem snippy in my actions when I came up to him. It wasn’t like I thought that everyone knew what I was. . . . Did I?
No, I was just stressed out. Who wouldn’t be in my kind of situation?
I made my way across the still soft snow. I hated being in a trailer class. The snow crept its way into my shoe as I neared the door. Then I saw him. I came in through one door, and through the other side of the glass I saw his face. I tried to avoid his eyes. Every time I saw them I couldn’t think. I remembered mother’s mirror and the way it shown me his blood and my demon eyes. I hung my face low and looked to the other side as I entered the hall full of kids. I told myself to keep walking. And to walk faster if he saw me.
“Jenna?” Run legs, RUN!
“Jenna!” Too late. I looked over my shoulder and he was within an arms length. I quickly turned my head to regain my composure by faking a smile. I turned around and pretended that he had surprised me.
“Alex!” I said with a big a smile I could muster. His smile widened. I felt that my heart died a little inside when he did. I couldn’t do it. How could I do it? How? How? HOW?
I felt like screaming that I couldn’t go on, all corny like in an old romance. But I couldn’t do that either. Alex frowned. No!! Don’t frown Alex! . . . That made what I had to do worse for me. I didn‘t want to see him frown.
“Jenna, are you ok? You look a little pale.” I felt my face. My cheeks were cold.
“Oh, it’s just, I’m, j-just a little cold still. Uhm . . .” I could feel my cheeks heating up. Crap!! I was blushing. I was never good at chatting with humans. I looked down at my shoes. At that instant, they seemed very interesting.
Then the unexpected again. Alex chuckled.
“Sorry, uh, About last night . . . I uh, I-I I mean I really-” He had began to blush brightly. I chuckled inwardly at how much more cute it made him look. He tried to look past me and he scratched the back of his head. Wait, what? What was he sorry about?
"What Alex?" I asked trying to stop my blushing. I think I tilted my head a little. Alex blushed brighter and then my face cooled off.
"I mean I really really-" The bell rang. And he almost jumped a tiny bit.
"Uhh, I really gotta go to class. My teacher doesn't like it at all if I'm late. Sorry talk to you later at lunch?"
"Oh, uh, we don't have lunch together today." I said scratching my head. Now, I kind of was wishing we did. . .
"Oh, well then, Talk to you later?" He asked. He sounded disappointed. I nodded. And before I could say another word he bolted to class. I sighed and walked off to class. My teacher wouldn't like it if I was late either.
I always have had the strict English teachers.
 Madame Joli Rouge · Tue Dec 15, 2009 @ 11:17pm · 0 Comments |
