Wellwards' High

How It All Started!

I don’t remember how that started. But I know one thing for sure. The memories of these two years, I am going to tell you about, are hard to forget. For me, it is something that can never be done.

All of these things started with my third year in Wellwards' High School. Actually that was tenth grade. But as I came to Wellwards' from grade eight, that was my third year. Oh, yeah it makes sense now. Here I want to tell you a thing or two.

For us, the tenth and eleventh years of our studies were quite.. special. We had to face the first big exam we face in our school life at the end of grade eleven.

So, I'll start from the day we first met each other. Actually, I can’t remember a specific way how that day began. Most of the girls and boys of our age were a bit scared, I believe. But for the people I am going to talk about… Sorry. But seriously I can’t guess. If I tell you the reason, that’s because they are somewhat different. Not in the way of having super powers or something.. But they were not ordinary as much as the others we commonly know.

The time for the separation of students of tenth grade to relevant classes had finally come. The front area of grade 10/11 sectional office was crowded with pupils.

“Mr.Downray..grade 10 D” shouted Mrs. Alicia McFleeg, sectional head of our new section.At that time, we had no idea what she likes. But with time, we got that chance even more than we thought to have.

“Miss.Leewood....grade 10 E”

“Mr.Hardy..grade 10 F” she shouted again and again giving her curly hair, a force to stay at her back. The only boy I knew by the name in our entire grade at that time; moved through the crowd.

Now here comes a chance to meet one of our members. Actually, I hadn’t known him much that time, but just as the boy I always saw, stayed laughing. Especially, if you want to know how many teeth we have, just stay looking at him for a while. Then you can count it very easily. His name was James Hardy. A bit of a common name. But I can tell you for sure, he is not a very common type. Physically he was a grown-up quite relevant to be a student at grade 12. But mentally...Alright, I think it is not suitable to talk about that part here. He had honey-blond hair which was always falling by the two sides of his ears and two bright blue eyes. He always wore the dark blue shorts, the sky-blue T-shirt with our school logo on its side and the white cap on his head, all very nice and tidy. Simply, that was our school uniform for boys (ahemm…), BUT he made it seems so unique when he wore it. So all of these things make him a boy with a good personality.

“Miss.Dorothy Clare...to grade 10 B” Mrs.Alicia McFleeg was announcing to the whole school. (kinda)

Now, this is the moment I met Sally.

“Hey, you look good! No weird feelings hah?” A girl with dark black hair asked me, while standing at my side.

“Urhg..I...I don’t know.” I answered with the best option that came to my mind.

Look..I know that is not a very good answer, but actually, at those times I never knew to talk with someone by heart. Now although I don’t like to say this, I think I have to. Since the day I came to Wellward I had no best friends. What I just got are the friends which we keep with some distance. They never be with us for a long time. Just share some information about each other, to know what they are like. And the very truth is they never talk with each other by heart.

“Oh..really?” she wondered.

“But I just thought you have not been scared like those guys, there.” The girl with the dark black hair told me again, pointing at three girls in a corner of the field.

They were chattering with low voices while looking at Mrs.Alicia again and again, as if looking at a monster, instead of a teacher.

“Oh..yeah. Actually, I feel nothing special.”I told the girl as I felt something good about her for the first time. I mean no one has ever talked with me willingly, unless of course to say sorry when they ACCIDENTLY push me in a crowd.

“Do you know what they are talking about?” She asked me, looking at those scary kids.

“Nooo... How could I know?” I was surprised.

“But I do! Oh..See that woman. She is going to cut our friendship to pieces” Before I think of something to tell, she said imitating the voice of a scary girl.

“Oh..dear, I know..But there’s nothing we can do about that. We are like little mice in her trap.” She talked nonstop.

“No way..”I said a bit loudly and felt unable to stop laughing.

“Why not?Yesss...”She said, with a glimpse of a smile in her face.

That’s when we heard the voice of Mrs.Alicia again.

“So,is she absent today then? ‘Miss.Sally Patchman'.All Right.Next...Mr.Rupert..

“No no no..I am here. I’m Sally Patchman” the dark black-haired girl with whom I was just talking, suddenly said, raising her hand and going to the front through the crowd. And for the first time in my school life I felt exposed because of someone else instead of my own dumb self. (Hey, I’m proud of it)

“Oh..are you? How many times do you think, I yelled your name Miss.Patchman?” Mrs.Alicia asked while forcing again, her curly brown hair to stay at her back.

“Ah...I really don’t know Mrs.Alicia. But I am very sorry about the inconvenience.” Sally said with an innocent smile.

I don’t know how she did that. But undoubtedly she had a great ability to do such charmings. (I figured that out later)

“Hmm..Miss.Sally Patchman to… grade 10 F then.”

“Okay Ma’am.Thank you.” Sally ran towards the grade 10/11 building without even stopping to look back.

Only a few students were remaining by that time and I was wondering whether they had forgotten to put my name in the name list. Mrs.Alicia continued her reading. One of those three scary girls started to cry, pleading not to break their amazing friendship(I guessed). I can’t imagine how they could do such things, especially in front of boys. But for them, that seemed to not matter. However, Mrs.Alicia showed no sympathy and so they happened to say goodbye to each other. And finally, it came to my name.

Oh..man, I almost forgot to tell you about me. But it’s okay. This story is about us and not about myself! However, I am Estella. Estella Newmoon. I was only fifteen years old at that time. And...and there are no more special things to tell about me. You will catch them out later.

“Miss.Newmoon...grade 10 F again” she called out, in a tired voice.

“Yeah, I am present” I walked to the front of the crowd with bravery. (I always need it with me for these kind of actions)

“Go straight to your class Miss.Newmoon.” She answered looking directly into my eyes. Her curly brown hair felt forward again, as it was doing for the whole time, but she didn’t put it back. It was like that finally, she had understood that can never bring to an end.