A Short Story Pt 4

Writing

Hello lovelies! Sorry it’s been a while since i posted the next part of this! Had some other posts that i needed to put up first but we’re back, and i hope you’re excited to hear Part 4! Check out Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3 first so you’re up to date with the story. Let’s go! 

 

He had an immense amount of text books spread over the small table.  His face was very focused. I got out my English homework and started writing. After a few minutes I sensed that someone was watching me. Hesitantly I peeked up from my work, and sure enough I was right. Adam had his pen in his hand but he was gazing at me with a slight frown on his face. I felt really self consious and started shifting about in my chair.

He almost undertood this and decided to finally speak. “Hey, erm…Cassandra?”

“Yes?” I answered. We were the only ones in the library talking. I kept my voice low.

He didn’t seem to notice. “Sorry to bother you, I was just doing these English questions on ‘Sense & Sensibility’, and I was wondering if you could help me with something.” That was unexpected.

“Yeah sure, I’ll try my best.” I answered.

“Ohh thank you. Well it might be easier if I came over.” He gathered up his textbooks and sat down next to me. When he saw my work, he grinned. “You’re doing your English too?”

“Yeah I can concentrate better when it’s quiet.” I said. “So, what are you stuck on?”

“Ohh yeah we’ll it’s question five. You know about why some people think that the relationship between Cornel Brandon and Mary Anne may be considered inappropriate.” I’d already answered this question.

“Yeah , I’ve done that question. Do you want to look at mine or do you want me to tell you quickly and you can put it in your own words?”

He thought for a minute. “I think it might be easier if you explained it to me then I can just write a quick answer that’s different to yours.” Ohh why did I give him two options? I’m going to have to explain it to him now.

“Okay, so I thought…”

Hey drew his full attention to what I was about to say which made it more difficult.

“…some people who either read the book or watched the film may think that it’s inappropriate because Cornel Brandon is a good couple of years older. Like most people think that you should only be a few years apart from the person that you’re with. I disagree though. I think that it doesn’t really matter.” I wasn’t really intending on adding my own opinion into this but it just came out.

He looked at me curiously. “Well I think I can get together a pretty decent answer.” He smiled. “Thanks a lot.”

“Anytime.” I smiled back.

He glanced at the library clock. “We’d better get to form.” He went back to his table and started assembling his books. This reminded me of when I bumped into him yesterday.

“What’s so funny?” He turned to me.

“Ohh, well I was just thinking of when I bumped into you yesterday.”

“Ohh yeah, I completely forgot that was you! I was in such a rush. My mum always gives me a hard time when I’m not on time for form.” He picked up his bag, shoving in a huge pile of books and forcing it closed. He tucked his chair under the table and waited for me. I quickly put my bag on and walked alongside him to form.

We weren’t late and nearly half the form hadn’t arrived yet.  We took our seats at the empty table. I engrossed myself in the silence for a while, planning when I’d next get to go on the field and look for the mirror again. I wanted to try and do it at night when no one was around but I knew in myself that I couldn’t do it. I had so many things to worry about. Mainly where I was going to live, I couldn’t keep sleeping in the library. Also I hadn’t worn clean clothes for three days now! I couldn’t carry on like this.

“Are you okay?” Adam’s voice brought me back to reality. He gave me a friendly smile.

“Ohh, I’m fine thanks…just…tired.” This was half true; I hadn’t slept well last night.  The cold store room floor had given me a chill.

Adam and I had all our lessons together. The more time I spent with him, the more I became aware of how people treated him. He wasn’t particularly accepted, an outsider almost. Passers by gave me weird looks when we were walking to our lessons or going to the library. Almost as if to say, “What are you doing talking to him?”

Nearly every break and lunch time we went to the library. We would either do homework at the round tables or go on the computers upstairs. The library was usually empty apart from the occasional year eight doing some homework. I find myself completely at ease when I was with Adam.  We would talk about pretty much anything. I feel like he’s the friend I’ve never had and really needed. There were times when I did have to be a little careful about what I said, like this lunch time…

“Do you live close to school?”

I decided to keep this conversation light “Why? Are you planning on stalking me or something?”

He laughed “No course not, I’m just wondering”

I was really panicking now. To make things worse, he stopped looking at he computer and turned his full attention towards me. He did this a lot, and it made me feel uneasy; having his shiny eyes watching me. “I…don’t live too far away.” I said gingerly. He was about to just like when the bell rang.

“We’d better get to form.” I sprang from my plastic chair and collected my bag. OK, i’d had a lucky escape that time but I knew he was going to be asking a lot more questions. Soon enough I’d have to think of some kind of cover story.

That same day, we we were walking to History, he asked me if I wanted to go to the public library after school. This sounded fairly innocent until I realised that I’d been living there for the past few weeks. Also if we stayed there until closing time, Adam would surely offer to walk me home and the truth would have to be told. I could never let that happen.

“Sorry, I’m busy after school. I offered to help…my…mum with the…housework.” He couldn’t argue with that.

“Oh, okay. Some other time then.” He suggested.

“Yeah sure” I replied, giving him a soft smile.

Another issue was clean clothes. For the past couple of weeks I had been washing my school uniform in the public toilets sink. Someone nearly caught me once. I quickly ran into a cubicle and dried everything under the hand dryer. I had also lost a lot of weight since I’d arrived here, and lived off 1p sweets from the little shop in town; Adam’s left over lunch and water from the drinking fountain at school. I had barely any energy.  I couldn’t carry on like this.

One night I was lying in the chilly library storeroom. My hand -me-down blazer draped over me. I was creating a scene in my mind: I was at home, my mum was making a cup of coffee, I was sitting with her on one of the small breakfast stools, my little brother, Jack was watching television, giggling every now and then, and his pudgy arms were waving above his head. The strong sun was streaming through the crisp, white lace, catching his golden curls. I just wanted to hug them and tell them how much I loved them. Would i ever get to do that again? Just then another image took form. It was me, racing down the school corridor Sarah’s gang pounding after me.

My eyes snapped open and I looked up at the gloomy ceiling with disappointment. The last scene made me realise just how glad I was to get away from that. The difference was, that at this school, I had actually made a friend who I had grown quite fond of. But, on the other hand, just thinking of my brother’s round, glowing face made the tears spill over.

I bustled out of the library, stopped off at the public toilts to clean myself up, an made my way to school. This felt ie a routine in the making. Adam was outside our form room, looking through his planner.

“Hiya.” I went to his side.

He gave me a soft smile. “Hey”

Miss Whineman came up the stairs. “Sorry guys.” She unlocked the door. Adam and I took our seats. I was so hungry. My stomach grumbled and everyone around the table noticed. A couple of girls giggled.

As I recovered from the embarrassment, Miss Whineman went to the front of the classroom and brought out a box of cakes. “Now I’ve noticed lately that our form in particular nearly always have the best attendance. I’m very proud of you all so I decided to give you a reward. Now I’ll call each table up and you can come and get a cake.”

As the first group got up, I almost felt like this was a miracle. I’d been living off sweets and now I’d finally get something that I truly loved. I didn’t realise how much I missed cake since I arrived here.

“Adam’s table next.”

I got up eagerly and chose a cupcake wit pink icing and rainbow sprinkles. I was debating whether to eat it all now as I was so hungry, but I realised that this may have to last a long time. I reluctantly placed it in my bag and gazed enviously at my classmates.

Adam’s cake had nearly gone! I wish I could mine as he did. In my way to Science, I was planning In my head how I was going to get through the mirror.

At lunch time in the library, Adam and I found a website with optical illusions. We started looking through pictures, finding the magic in each one.

“We should make up our own optical illusion.” Adam said thoughtfully.

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” I said

“Ohh, try this one.” He said. “Put your hands at eye level with your index fingers facing toward each one.”

“Okay.” I put my fingers at eye level. “What next.”

“Leave a two centimetre gap between them and look into the distance between your fingers. A sausage should appar. ” Adam read.

“I can see it!” I said with delight. “Try it”

“Wow! That’s crazy!” He laughed. “I love these.”

“I just feel sorry for the poor person who has to make the up.” I giggled.

“Yeah, that’s not really a dream job.” Adam grinned. Then his face turned serious which usually meant that he was going to ask a serious question. “

What do you want to do when you’re older?”

I wasn’t sure; I hadn’t had time to think about it. “I’ve been asked that a lot and t’s difficult to answer.”

“I know.” He said with a faint smile.

“What about you?” I asked.

He rested his head on his hand thoughtfully. ” Well I change my mind all the time. One miute I wanna be a scientist and a couple of weeks later I’d change my mind to something like, I font know…a writer. ” He grinned.

“You know, if you can’t think of a career you could always go into making up optical illusions.” I smirked.

We both howled with laughter.

“Can you please be quiet?” We looked round in surprise. It was the librarian.

“Sorry Mrs Larson” Adam said seriously, but when he turned back he was struggling to keep a straight face.

“Hey, can I ask you a personal question?” I said, unsure.

He looked up in surprise.”How personal?”

“Is that your natural hair colour?”

He looked t me surprised. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Yeah, course it is” He laughed.

“Oh…” Was all I could say.

“Why, did you think I’d dyed it?” He was still laughing.

“Well…Yeah. I don’t mean in a bad way, it just looks so…”

“Blonde?” He finished for me.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen a shade like it.”

“Yeah I got it from my mum.” He put a hand through the messy fringe.

“You’re lucky, I wish I had such a cool shade”

He looked surprised. ” I like your hair colour, it’s you.”

“I know. I’m not sure I’d suit your colour.” I said thoughtfully.

“Well, try it.” He took a piece from his fringe and placed it near my forehead. Our faces were an inch apart. I could hear his soft breathing. It was strange being so close to him, his soft hair brushed my face shape we looked up at the mirrored ceiling.

“No, I don’t think you do.” He said.

“No.” I agreed, and slowly pulled away. “I’ll try it someday.”

“Don’t ruin you’re hair. You never know, it might turn green.” He laughed.

“Oh my gosh, that’d look crazy!” I grinned.

At the end of the day, I walked out of school with Adam.  His mum was waiting for him outside reception. Her long hair fell past her shoulders. As Adam had said, her hair was he same colour as his. She was sitting in a racing green Ford KA, waving for Adam to come over.

“I’d better go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave me a warm smile.

“See you tomorrow.”

He climbed into the small car. I watched it until it had disappeared out of sight.

 

I trudged round the field, searching. What the Caretaker’s didn’t know was that I wasn’t searching for my watch, as I had told him.

After a few minutes, the Caretaker’s approached me.

‘Did you find it?” He said gruffly.

“No…but thanks anyway.” I knew that it was a lot further back but I could go there with him watching me.

On my way back to the he library, I went to the public toilets. It wasn’t the best way to wash your hair but this was my only option. I got some soap out of the dispenser and vigorously rubbed it in my damp hair. I gave it a quick rinse and got the hand dryer going. An elderly woman came in and looked at me confused.

“My mate poured water over me.” I explained to her. She looked me up and down and went into a cubicle. My hair was nearly dry now.  I quickly combed through it and headed to the library. Thankfully it was still open.

I stood outside; staring into what was effectively my new home. I wondered ow long I would be able to stay here. Surely they would find out sooner or later. I walked slowly through the automatic doors and started to circle he countless bookshelves. I turned a corner and what I saw made me stop in my tracks.

There, sitting at one of the reading tables was Adam and his mum. I tried to sneak away but he saw me instantly.

“Cassie! Hey! What are you doing here?” He rose from his chair and walked toward me.

“I erm…was just gonna have are look are round, you know.” I tried to sound casual.

He looked as if he didn’t believe me. “Cool, well I’m just here with my mum, she likes cook books. Oh and I got you something I think you might like. I was going to give it to you tomorrow, but since you’re here.” He reached into his bag and brought out a thick, cream book. He handed it to me. It was Sense & Sensibility by Jane Austen. One of my favourite novels. I looked up at him. This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.

“How did you know?” I asked quietly.

He looked confsed. “What?”

“It’s like, my favourite book.”

He smiled. “Well, I just remembered how much you knew about the characters when you were helping me with that question.” I wanted to give him a friendly hug but I knew he’d get embarrassed.

“Did you get it from here? When do I have to return it?”

“You don’t. I bought it for you.” He was blushing ever so slightly.

“Thank you” I smiled at him. His mum broke the silence.

“Adam, who’s this?” She looked at me wit kind, powder blue eyes.

“Mum this is my friend Cassie. “

“Well, nice to meet you Cassie. Adam’s mentioned you quite a lot.”

“Mum!” Adam said in a lowered voice.

” I hope you can come over for tea sometime.” She said.

She was lovely. It made me realise how much i missed my own mum.

“That’d be great! If it’s not too trouble” I replied.

“No of course! That’d be nice wouldn’t it Adam?” She patted his shoulder.

“Yeah I’d like that” He said embarrassed.

“Well we’d better go. I need to start tea.” Adam’s mum said.

“Alright then.” Adam replied. His mum headed toward the door.

“Enjoy it” He said, tapping the new book I  my arms.

“Thanks, I’ll see you later.” I replied.

He swiftly exited the library. I looked down at the front cover of the book in my hands and held it to my chest. I glanced up at the huge, chiming clock, hung on the library wall. It was twice minutes until closing time. I hurried to the store cupboard and shut the door. As the lights went out, I felt a sense of relief.  My charming little cupcake was waiting for me; Sense & Sensibility lay on on my lap. As I opened to the first chapter, the words flowed through my mind like a musician laying a soft symphony.

‘Chapter 1

The family of Dashwood how long been settled in Sussex. Their estate was large, and their residence was at Normandy Park, in the centre of their property, where, for many generations, they lived in so respectable manner as to engage the general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance. The late owner of this estate was a single man, who lived to a very advanced age, and who, for many years of his life, had a constant companion and housekeeper in his sister. Buy her death…’

I woke the next morning, the book lay open on my chest, my protective hands wrapped round the front and back cover.  My daily routine began again. And when I met Adam outside our form classroom, he came out with something that strangely, I was expecting.

“…so my mum said that you can come round for tea of you like.  That’s if you’d like to come, I don’t wanna force you, though mum will be disappointed if I come home without you.”

“No I’d love to come.” I replied.

That was the truth.

“Great! We’ll go straight after school.”

 

Ahhh i can’t wait to post the next part! We’re actually not too far off the end and i’m so excited to share it with you!

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