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The sky must be playing tricks?
6 reviewsEva sees him for the first time not from behind a computer screen.
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Second Chapter- Thanks to all those who read or reviewed my first chapter. You made my day considering I'm new at this and am not putting much effort in. Hope everyone has had a fabulous day all over the world! Also, just a big thanks to all those people who manage to write their own stories on here. I love reading them.
Out the door, up the stairs, and through the crowds of people Eva walked. She had stayed behind to discuss a few things with her English teacher Mr. Fried and knew she would be the last to sit in legal but the teachers never usually minded when it came to her. The air smelt so refreshing and magical as if dreams were running through the sky, and for once Eva felt a sense of belonging- like everything would be OK.
This feeling would soon fade as the next scene would not make any sense to the idealistic Eva.
Eva held onto her bag and readjusted her daggy grey skirt. She wished she looked good in the uniform, but it made her look like she was wearing a potato sack. The teachers loved her because she always wore her uniform correctly unlike the other girls who made the effort to look sexy in it. Her dark brown hair was always messy and her skin was improving. She had a very glamorous look and presence but she was too unconfident in her looks to notice it. She was about to walk into room 17- the legal room. She could see Nick at the back of the room about two meters from the frame of the door and for once he was standing and staring at the front of the room like someone had been murdered. Eva wondered if they were watching an awesome crime video today.
Eva reached the door. Gasped. Turned her head and walked out again. Walked back in, and walked back out. The class was looking at her now as if she were walking on water. The whole situation was bizarre as if she had walked into another universe.
"Holy...," she said a bit too loudly.
A sense of embarrassment washed over her.
She debated whether to run to the bathroom and make herself look decent, or whether to close her eyes and wake up. The universe was playing with her emotions. It wasn't normal. Eva felt as if this couldn't be happening. The whole environment surrounding her did not fit into her world where the most exciting thing that ever happened was a party on a Friday night that Eva never went too.
"Hello, I'm Ger- I mean Mr. Way," said the thing that was making Eva so crazy. His face looked sad, almost as if there was a transparency right to his soul.
"Hello," Eva said a bit too high pitched. "Lovely to meet you," and she walked head down with her eyes wide to the ground and sat down in the seat at front to the far end of the room next to one of the people she would classify as a friend- Amanda.
Eyes stared at Eva. She sat down and put her bag on the table. Amanda almost didn’t say anything, to scandalised for words, but whispered frightfully at Eva.
"What type of Wicca have you been mixing with, Eva? This is seriously fucked
up.”
It was the most she had ever spoken about things that didn't seem real. She always seemed so 'normal' and realistic. To Amanda, A UFO always had some explanation. She didn’t have time to talk about things that could happen, only the things that were happening.
It was true that Eva fantasised to much, one of her main fantasies being the most successful person in the world, but this made her want to vomit. It never occurred to her that a simple idealisation, a simple wish, a simple desire that was completely out of reach would turn up in her world. It wasn’t meant to happen this way.
Amanda and the rest of the class looked at the front. Eva closed her eyes and realised that her imagination was the only thing that kept her different form everyone else, but even her imagination had turned against her. She realised now that things had taken a turn. She realised things were not going to go to plan. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and decided for once to be normal, making her different yet again because everything around her wasn’t normal.
The man at the front was exactly like the millions of pictures Eva had seen of him. She hated herself for letting him see her this way. She hated letting people she liked know she liked them. She had always planned her meeting with him to be like she was a perfect stranger who didn't recognise him or know who he was and that he was blown away by her beauty. In her head it all made sense, in the real world though things would always be different. Eva thought celebrities never went for people who knew who they were or liked them. Eva didn’t even like him at one stage, she only started to like him when everyone started to hate him. Eva didn’t even look like those girls that liked him. The girls that usually did wore chucks and skinny jeans while Eva (outside school) looked...not like that?
“I hope everyone is settled,” said Mr Bendigo the head of the social science department. He had just walked into the room swiftly and no one had noticed due to the whole situation at hand.
“Mr. Way, will be your teacher for the rest of the year. I pray you don’t ask too many questions and do not treat him differently. Treat him with the utmost respect like you would any teacher.” He continued.
Mr Way looked around the room with an awkward smile.
At that moment, Eva began to hate Gerard. Really, hate him.
Mr. Bendigo walked out of the room.
“Hello everyone...” were the first words to the class.
Out the door, up the stairs, and through the crowds of people Eva walked. She had stayed behind to discuss a few things with her English teacher Mr. Fried and knew she would be the last to sit in legal but the teachers never usually minded when it came to her. The air smelt so refreshing and magical as if dreams were running through the sky, and for once Eva felt a sense of belonging- like everything would be OK.
This feeling would soon fade as the next scene would not make any sense to the idealistic Eva.
Eva held onto her bag and readjusted her daggy grey skirt. She wished she looked good in the uniform, but it made her look like she was wearing a potato sack. The teachers loved her because she always wore her uniform correctly unlike the other girls who made the effort to look sexy in it. Her dark brown hair was always messy and her skin was improving. She had a very glamorous look and presence but she was too unconfident in her looks to notice it. She was about to walk into room 17- the legal room. She could see Nick at the back of the room about two meters from the frame of the door and for once he was standing and staring at the front of the room like someone had been murdered. Eva wondered if they were watching an awesome crime video today.
Eva reached the door. Gasped. Turned her head and walked out again. Walked back in, and walked back out. The class was looking at her now as if she were walking on water. The whole situation was bizarre as if she had walked into another universe.
"Holy...," she said a bit too loudly.
A sense of embarrassment washed over her.
She debated whether to run to the bathroom and make herself look decent, or whether to close her eyes and wake up. The universe was playing with her emotions. It wasn't normal. Eva felt as if this couldn't be happening. The whole environment surrounding her did not fit into her world where the most exciting thing that ever happened was a party on a Friday night that Eva never went too.
"Hello, I'm Ger- I mean Mr. Way," said the thing that was making Eva so crazy. His face looked sad, almost as if there was a transparency right to his soul.
"Hello," Eva said a bit too high pitched. "Lovely to meet you," and she walked head down with her eyes wide to the ground and sat down in the seat at front to the far end of the room next to one of the people she would classify as a friend- Amanda.
Eyes stared at Eva. She sat down and put her bag on the table. Amanda almost didn’t say anything, to scandalised for words, but whispered frightfully at Eva.
"What type of Wicca have you been mixing with, Eva? This is seriously fucked
up.”
It was the most she had ever spoken about things that didn't seem real. She always seemed so 'normal' and realistic. To Amanda, A UFO always had some explanation. She didn’t have time to talk about things that could happen, only the things that were happening.
It was true that Eva fantasised to much, one of her main fantasies being the most successful person in the world, but this made her want to vomit. It never occurred to her that a simple idealisation, a simple wish, a simple desire that was completely out of reach would turn up in her world. It wasn’t meant to happen this way.
Amanda and the rest of the class looked at the front. Eva closed her eyes and realised that her imagination was the only thing that kept her different form everyone else, but even her imagination had turned against her. She realised now that things had taken a turn. She realised things were not going to go to plan. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and decided for once to be normal, making her different yet again because everything around her wasn’t normal.
The man at the front was exactly like the millions of pictures Eva had seen of him. She hated herself for letting him see her this way. She hated letting people she liked know she liked them. She had always planned her meeting with him to be like she was a perfect stranger who didn't recognise him or know who he was and that he was blown away by her beauty. In her head it all made sense, in the real world though things would always be different. Eva thought celebrities never went for people who knew who they were or liked them. Eva didn’t even like him at one stage, she only started to like him when everyone started to hate him. Eva didn’t even look like those girls that liked him. The girls that usually did wore chucks and skinny jeans while Eva (outside school) looked...not like that?
“I hope everyone is settled,” said Mr Bendigo the head of the social science department. He had just walked into the room swiftly and no one had noticed due to the whole situation at hand.
“Mr. Way, will be your teacher for the rest of the year. I pray you don’t ask too many questions and do not treat him differently. Treat him with the utmost respect like you would any teacher.” He continued.
Mr Way looked around the room with an awkward smile.
At that moment, Eva began to hate Gerard. Really, hate him.
Mr. Bendigo walked out of the room.
“Hello everyone...” were the first words to the class.
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