An introduction.
705 Words
The bell marking the end of second period sounded, the movie ending only minutes before it.
Everyone stood filing out discussing the character and conflicts, or just about their next class.
I move to do the same collecting my books up, standing to go, I hear someone clear their throat and I realize that Mr East is still sitting beside the projector behind me.
"I'd like you to stay a minute miss, to have a chat." Says Mr East.
The last student, besides me leaves the class, Mr East motions me to follow him to the front of the classroom, so I do.
He shuts the classroom door and pulls the blind down.
I suddenly feel unsure about what he could possibly want to talk to me about.
He turns back towards me, looking at the floor, rubbing his chin, deciding on how to start whatever he wants to ask.
He looks up meeting my gaze, as he leans against the desk only feet from me.
"Well first of all what's your name?" His gaze is steady, I get the the feeling he is expecting a particular answer.
"My name is Cassian Morning." I reply, something about my answer disappoints him, though he hides it well.
"Well Cassian, do you think that...Uniform shirt is an appropriately size?" He asks, eyes flickering to my chest.
"No sir, I do not." I replied, my cheeks flushing, he nods.
"How about the length of that skirt, that's a little higher than finger tip?" He continues, I nod my cheeks continue to heat.
"Well what's you explanation, if you didn't think it appropriate but still choose to wear it?" He presses, his eyes roaming my body again.
"I'm wearing last years uniform, As I hadn't had time to buy a new one, and I developed in areas over the holidays, so it's a little tight." I blush again, Mr East meets my eyes, then picks up a notepad, writing something on it, then hands it to me.
"I don't believe you didn't have time, so I'm issuing you with a detention slip." He rips it off the notepad, handing it to me.
I want to argue, I didn't know this teacher well enough to gauge, what he might do if I talk back, so I just nod.
He gestured for me to leave and as I pass him, I could of sworn he whispered something sounding like Cassiel.
The name set butterflies in my stomach.
I arrive at my next class, just before the tardy bell, I jog to my seat at the back of the class, noticing a empty seat beside mine.
Where was Khan from last year? I liked him, he was always cracking jokes, maybe he'd decided against his final year, that sucked.
I got out my notebooks as the teacher enters, I sighed, I have Mrs York for a maths teacher, hopefully with her poor sight, she won't be able to see me this far back, we didn't exactly get on in my first year class.
She a short stocky woman, her brown hair shows streaks of silver, she always wears a too tight pencil skirt and her kitten high heels always seemed to be straining under weight.
She turns toward the class, clasping her hands in front of her.
"Ok class" Mrs York's voice booms, everyone stops what they are doing, looking up.
"First if all welcome back, I look forward to teaching you all this year." Everyone nods or mumble a response.
She is about to continue when there's a knock at the door, she looked up motioning whomever was at the door forward.
A guy enters, he's in the uniforms navy slacks and white shirt, he sleeves are rolled up, his has his backpack over one shoulder holding it by one strap, his hair is black and short, he hands something to Mrs York.
She reads it, pointing up to wear I'm sitting, my heart stops.
Quickly though I realise, he must be taking over Khan's seat.
He nods making his way to the back of the room, the girls all giggle and stare as he passes, I look down at my notebook, I don't feel like making friends in this outfit.
- Writer
