I went from classroom to classroom, from one boring teacher to another. Mondays are no one’s favorite day; I believe that’s a fact.
Soon enough the day when to night and it was time to go to bed. With the rain rattling against my window and the wind making the house shake, I fell asleep instantly.
My legs were running at full capacity. I couldn’t breathe. It was too much for my lungs; I didn’t have time to inhale the oxygen before I had to breathe it out. Was I flying? My feet seemed to never hit the ground. I could tell from the silence that filled the air. It was dark and cold. I couldn’t see any details, in fact I couldn’t see much at all. But something told me that it was dark and cold, and I was not supposed to be here. My throat was dry and the only thing that kept me going was the thought of the end. The end I would reach when all of this was over. I didn’t know what the end was, but I knew it had to be better than this. Anything seemed better than this. Running from something, from someone, with no clue about what’s going to happen is worse than torture. It makes you feel weak, brainless, like you have missed something. Like there were all these signs that would make all the pieces fit, but somehow you missed them. It makes you feel like a failure for not seeing it coming.
Somewhere, far away, I could hear a familiar sound getting louder and louder by every second. I was no longer running and I could feel something soft against my skin.
I blinked a few times before my eyes got used to the darkness and I could see normally. The sound of my alarm was loud and I jumped out of bed to turn it off. I keep my phone a few meters away from my bed just so I can’t snooze in the morning. It’s horrible, that’s true, but it’s also very practical.
I was tired from dreaming, from running. Dreams are dreams, they are not real, but I was feeling like I just had finished a 5-kilometer run.
I went up to my closet and put on a pair of black jeans along with a light grey sweater. My hair was wavy and so I let it hang down for once.
My brother was already in the kitchen when I came down and we eat breakfast together while dad and Catherine were talking on their phones, running around the house looking for their computers and important documents and letters.
“Your mother called earlier” my dad told me after a while and handed me a glass of orange juice. “She wants you to come to New York soon” he continued casually. I knew he didn’t like talking about her with me. Both my mum and dad don’t like talking about the other, mostly because they feel guilty for not giving me a normal family with my parents living together. I don’t mind or care, but I know they do.
“I’ll call her later today then” I said and drank up the juice before grabbing my bag and heading towards the door.
“Have a good day!” Catherine called after Cole and I before the door slammed shut behind us.
It only takes a few minutes to our school, by car, from our house. Cole is, unfortunately, the one of us with the car license for now. So he’s the one controlling the time scheme.
Outside it was windy and I could feel a few water drops on my head when walking over to the car.
“Let’s hope no trees have fallen over the roads” Cole joked and hurried into the car.
“That would mean no school, so let’s do hope for that” I said and closed the car door once I was seated inside.
We made it to school on time, but I had to run to English so I wouldn’t be late. Mr. Brown may like me for being a very ambitious student but he doesn’t accept late appearances. Not even from me.
“Good morning” Mr. Brown said. “We will continue with the assignment I gave you yesterday. Spread out and ask me questions if you have any”.
Olivia rolled her eyes and walked out of the classroom with her partner, followed by many other students.
“You never chose a play,” Noah said as he sat down next to me. His hair was messy and he had dark rings under his eyes. My guess was that he hadn’t gotten any sleep.
“I completely forgot, we’ll do Romeo and Juliet. It’s fine by me” I said and sighed. I had completely forgotten about looking for another play we could choose. But right now I didn’t have the time or energy to argue about a stupid play, so Romeo and Juliet it is.
“You would have made it a lot easier if you had just agreed on it in the first place” he said and was clearly irritated by the fact that I had forgotten what I’d said.
“I-“ I was just about to give an answer when the guy in the red t-shirt, from the party, appeared right in front of me by the whiteboard. He wasn’t wearing the red t-shirt though, but it was definitely him.
I was very confused. What was he doing here?
“Who are you?” I asked and gave him a look of confusion mixed with interest.
“What?” Noah said and caught my attention.
I looked at Noah in confusion. I wasn’t talking to him; I was talking to the guy in the red t-shirt. Noah looked back at me with raised eyebrows and waited for me to say something.
“Don’t speak” the guy in the red t-shirt said and put a finger over his mouth to show me to be quiet.
“Are you okay…?” Noah said and waved in front of my face to try to get my attention.
I remained quiet; afraid of saying something that would make the guy disappear.
“I want you to walk out of the classroom” the guy said and grinned.
I opened my mouth to say something but closed it again as soon as he hushed for me to be quiet.
“Ah ah ah, you’re not supposed to say anything” he said and grinned again. Not a cute kind of grin, but more of a dangerous kind of grin.
“Great” Noah said and sighed. He picked up his phone and turned away from me. He was obviously tired of me.
I swallowed hard. Something told me that this guy wanted something from me. He seemed dangerous and harmless at the same time. My question was why Noah didn’t react or even look at him. Maybe they knew each other. Perhaps they weren’t very fond of each other and had decided that ignoring each other would be the best solution.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said to Noah, grabbed by bag and stood up ready to hurry out of the classroom.
I was just about to leave when Noah grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me close against him.
“Leave” he said, but I had a feeling he wasn’t talking to me.
The unknown guy laughed and walked towards us.
“That’s not how you greet an old friend” he said and stopped right beside me.
Noah was still holding my wrist but had started to loose his grip.
It was a tense situation. No one said anything. Noah and the guy started into each other’s eyes before looking at me at the same time.
“Play along” Noah said and let go of my wrist. He took a step back towards the other guy and, for once, looked a bit nervous.
“Is Noah sick today Sophie?” Mr. Brown asked and tilted his head.
My head was spinning. Didn’t I wake up this morning? Why was everyone acting so weird? Why was the guy from the party at my school? Why was Mr. Brown pretending not to see Noah who was standing less than a meter away from me?
“Uhm” was all I could say and looked at Noah in desperation.
“Tell him you don’t know where I am” Noah said and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I don’t know, I haven’t talked to him since yesterday” I told Mr. Brown who responded with a nod before moving on to the next pair.
I gave the teacher a quick smile before turning to Noah. Or at least where he had stood.
He was no longer there. He was gone and so was the guy from the party.
Jag förstår att det måste finnas många frågetecken kring detta kapitel. Det är meningen. Ni kommer förstå senare, om ni inte redan listat ut det. Nu är det äntligen jullov och jag har all tid i världen till att skriva, woho! Hoppas ni gillade kapitelt, kommentera gärna vad ni tyckte! Kramisar.
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