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Chapter 4
Liza and Eva walked into school. Eva’s pretty face couldn’t go unpassed, but Eva just took it as people staring at her and judging her.
“I hate when people stare at you,” gritted Eva subtly.
“They are just condescending people, who think they’re better than us,” said Liza.
As they walked Mr Fried spotted Eva and began his usual morning chat with her. He was by far the most intriguing teacher. No one knew how old he was, but everyone knew he was past retirement age. He was one of the smartest men, and always had time for Eva which made her always feel special. Liza walked away for two reasons- she hated contact and also because she hated feeling as if she was there as just a wall flower which is how she usually felt with Eva. It wasn’t Eva’s fault- it was just that Eva, even though people found her strange, people always knew her and envied her- although Liza would never tell this to Eva. Eva was one of those people that you knew would grow up to be so successful.
Eva continued her conversation with Mr. Fried and followed him into the English staffroom where he was going to show her some book. The teachers were always used to her being in this staffroom because she was at the top of English so it was never an issue for her to be in this staffroom.
Eva and Mr. Fried were laughing when she turned the corner she saw that Mr. Way was facing his back to Eva and was talking to some of the teachers in there. This wasn’t even his staffroom Eva thought. Mr. Fried continued talking, taking no notice of anything so Eva decided to play the same way. She needed to get out of this obsession now that he had come to life. Eva was the type of girl that loved her imagination because it let her escape, but she knew she always wanted what she couldn’t have and now that there was an opportunity to make things come true she convinced herself to move on.
“Hey Eva!” said Mr. Hartley another English teacher who had dreadlocks and loved to play guitar. The entire teachers in the room waved to her in a friendly fashion.
It was as if slow motion had taken over the room. Eva saw Mr. Way turn and look at her, taking notice of his leather jacket and pants and the way his eyes almost met hers. Eva tried desperately not to look at him and smiled at the rest of the teachers.
“Hey, Mr. Hartley, how’s your guitar solo coming along?” said Eva while Mr. Fried was trying to find the book on his desk fit for a brain like his. Hartley and the rest of the teachers laughed. Mr. Way hadn’t even taken his eyes of Eva, and she could feel his glare but she did not break her nerve.
“Eva, seriously, it’s awesome. I’m going to record it and you can listen to it!” he said enthusiastically.
“Seriously, Mr. Hartley, what are you doing teaching go and become a rock star!” said Eva. Mr. Hartley blushed.
“You trying to get rid of our teachers are you Eva?” laughed the head of the department Mrs. Paisley.
“Never,” winked Eva. This was why people called her a suck up and a teacher’s pet. It was just that Eva got along better with adults rather than people her own age.
“Found it,” said Mr. Fried his creased face elated. “Oh, hello Gerard.”
“Hey Harry,” spoke Mr. Way. His voice stood out like a sore thumb in a crowd of Australian accents.
“Have you met Eva?” asked Mrs. Paisley. It was Eva’s turn to look at him because attention had been given to her and the situation.
“She’s in my legal class,” said Mr. Way trying to continue the conversation.
Eva nodded.
“Yeah, you are a really awesome musician...” said Eva then mentally kicked herself. The whole teacher lounge made “ooo” noises and Mrs. Paisley said “I knew she would compliment you, she compliments everyone.”
“Thanks...” said Mr. Way. The look in his eyes was grateful yet perplexed like he was staring into her soul. Eva did not back down she stared back at him too, until Mr. Fried ushered Eva to sit down.
She did not notice him leave the staffroom.
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Eva’s legs felt weak as she walked to her next lesson of the day, Economics. She knew she would have to walk past his room in order to get to her room. As she headed towards room 16 she saw Mr. Way walk out of the social science staffroom and give her a brief smile. It made Eva’s heart leap, but most teachers did that so she just pretended he was another teacher. The girls waiting in his class outside were giggling and Eva walked into her room.
After a dull lesson she didn’t feel like spending her lunch time on her own so she decided to spend it with Liza who would be in the art room. Liza would spend one day a week in the art room at a lunch time and would always let Eva know .
Eva sucked at Art, but Liza on the other hand had a very unique style often making clay models or making lino prints.
“Hey,” said Eva to Liza who simply nodded. They had a strange friendship and it took some time for Liza to begin a conversation and start laughing.
Eva walked into the art storeroom and squeezed paints on plate and took some paper with her. While Liza did her artistic creations, Eva would just mix colours on paper and make up shit about the representation of her colours which made Liza laugh because Eva sucked at art.
“You’re the only one in this class that takes this class seriously...” said Eva to Liza.
“It’s a bludge subject but the only one I’m good at,” said Liza.
Eva was about to bring up Mr. Way when the man himself walked into the room. Liza and Eva looked up.
“Sorry...” said Mr. Way.
“No it’s cool, I shouldn’t really be in here, but I just sit with her,” said Eva hurriedly to him.
“Yeah, Mr. Baylis lets me stay in here some days,” said Liza. The tension had started. It was awkward for all three of them. Liza tried not to laugh and Eva tried not to stutter.
“No it’s cool, I was just coming in here setting up for the next class,” said Mr. Way. “I hope you don’t mind.”
The two insisted it was fine. The mood had changed and silence was in the rom until Mr. Way walked up to Eva and Liza and looked down at Liza’s lino print.
“That’s pretty awesome,” he said admiring her work.
He looked at Eva’s and Eva let out a snort.
“I come in here and mix paints, but since art is subjective I think this is pretty good,” said Eva trying to ease the situation. She felt herself going red but knew her face never went red so she only had to worry about the expression on her face which she tried to make look normal. Everyone was waiting on a reaction, and Mr. Way laughed in good spirit.
“What’s your major work on?” Mr Way asked Liza. Eva glared at Liza.
“I don’t know...” said Liza looking down at her work. She didn’t comment much on anything. Mr. Way tried to ask her more questions.
“So, you’re just going to do random works and see what happens?” he said. Liza just nodded.
The bell rang and Eva quickly picked up her mess.
“See you guys,” she said.
“What do you have?” asked Liza.
“English Extension 2,” answered Eva.
“Why do you do such hard subjects?” whined Liza who also began packing up.
“Why do you do such hard subjects?” said Eva.
“I do dumb subjects you know that,” said Liza confused.
“Art is hard for me. At my first high school I came last in art because my teacher hated me,” said Eva.
“I find it hard to believe you came last in anything, but are you sure it was cause you’re teacher hated you? Are you sure it wasn’t cause you drew shit like what you did today?” laughed Liza.
The girls couldn’t see it but Mr. Way was listening to their whispers and was smiling.
Liza and Eva walked into school. Eva’s pretty face couldn’t go unpassed, but Eva just took it as people staring at her and judging her.
“I hate when people stare at you,” gritted Eva subtly.
“They are just condescending people, who think they’re better than us,” said Liza.
As they walked Mr Fried spotted Eva and began his usual morning chat with her. He was by far the most intriguing teacher. No one knew how old he was, but everyone knew he was past retirement age. He was one of the smartest men, and always had time for Eva which made her always feel special. Liza walked away for two reasons- she hated contact and also because she hated feeling as if she was there as just a wall flower which is how she usually felt with Eva. It wasn’t Eva’s fault- it was just that Eva, even though people found her strange, people always knew her and envied her- although Liza would never tell this to Eva. Eva was one of those people that you knew would grow up to be so successful.
Eva continued her conversation with Mr. Fried and followed him into the English staffroom where he was going to show her some book. The teachers were always used to her being in this staffroom because she was at the top of English so it was never an issue for her to be in this staffroom.
Eva and Mr. Fried were laughing when she turned the corner she saw that Mr. Way was facing his back to Eva and was talking to some of the teachers in there. This wasn’t even his staffroom Eva thought. Mr. Fried continued talking, taking no notice of anything so Eva decided to play the same way. She needed to get out of this obsession now that he had come to life. Eva was the type of girl that loved her imagination because it let her escape, but she knew she always wanted what she couldn’t have and now that there was an opportunity to make things come true she convinced herself to move on.
“Hey Eva!” said Mr. Hartley another English teacher who had dreadlocks and loved to play guitar. The entire teachers in the room waved to her in a friendly fashion.
It was as if slow motion had taken over the room. Eva saw Mr. Way turn and look at her, taking notice of his leather jacket and pants and the way his eyes almost met hers. Eva tried desperately not to look at him and smiled at the rest of the teachers.
“Hey, Mr. Hartley, how’s your guitar solo coming along?” said Eva while Mr. Fried was trying to find the book on his desk fit for a brain like his. Hartley and the rest of the teachers laughed. Mr. Way hadn’t even taken his eyes of Eva, and she could feel his glare but she did not break her nerve.
“Eva, seriously, it’s awesome. I’m going to record it and you can listen to it!” he said enthusiastically.
“Seriously, Mr. Hartley, what are you doing teaching go and become a rock star!” said Eva. Mr. Hartley blushed.
“You trying to get rid of our teachers are you Eva?” laughed the head of the department Mrs. Paisley.
“Never,” winked Eva. This was why people called her a suck up and a teacher’s pet. It was just that Eva got along better with adults rather than people her own age.
“Found it,” said Mr. Fried his creased face elated. “Oh, hello Gerard.”
“Hey Harry,” spoke Mr. Way. His voice stood out like a sore thumb in a crowd of Australian accents.
“Have you met Eva?” asked Mrs. Paisley. It was Eva’s turn to look at him because attention had been given to her and the situation.
“She’s in my legal class,” said Mr. Way trying to continue the conversation.
Eva nodded.
“Yeah, you are a really awesome musician...” said Eva then mentally kicked herself. The whole teacher lounge made “ooo” noises and Mrs. Paisley said “I knew she would compliment you, she compliments everyone.”
“Thanks...” said Mr. Way. The look in his eyes was grateful yet perplexed like he was staring into her soul. Eva did not back down she stared back at him too, until Mr. Fried ushered Eva to sit down.
She did not notice him leave the staffroom.
________________________________________________________________________________________________
Eva’s legs felt weak as she walked to her next lesson of the day, Economics. She knew she would have to walk past his room in order to get to her room. As she headed towards room 16 she saw Mr. Way walk out of the social science staffroom and give her a brief smile. It made Eva’s heart leap, but most teachers did that so she just pretended he was another teacher. The girls waiting in his class outside were giggling and Eva walked into her room.
After a dull lesson she didn’t feel like spending her lunch time on her own so she decided to spend it with Liza who would be in the art room. Liza would spend one day a week in the art room at a lunch time and would always let Eva know .
Eva sucked at Art, but Liza on the other hand had a very unique style often making clay models or making lino prints.
“Hey,” said Eva to Liza who simply nodded. They had a strange friendship and it took some time for Liza to begin a conversation and start laughing.
Eva walked into the art storeroom and squeezed paints on plate and took some paper with her. While Liza did her artistic creations, Eva would just mix colours on paper and make up shit about the representation of her colours which made Liza laugh because Eva sucked at art.
“You’re the only one in this class that takes this class seriously...” said Eva to Liza.
“It’s a bludge subject but the only one I’m good at,” said Liza.
Eva was about to bring up Mr. Way when the man himself walked into the room. Liza and Eva looked up.
“Sorry...” said Mr. Way.
“No it’s cool, I shouldn’t really be in here, but I just sit with her,” said Eva hurriedly to him.
“Yeah, Mr. Baylis lets me stay in here some days,” said Liza. The tension had started. It was awkward for all three of them. Liza tried not to laugh and Eva tried not to stutter.
“No it’s cool, I was just coming in here setting up for the next class,” said Mr. Way. “I hope you don’t mind.”
The two insisted it was fine. The mood had changed and silence was in the rom until Mr. Way walked up to Eva and Liza and looked down at Liza’s lino print.
“That’s pretty awesome,” he said admiring her work.
He looked at Eva’s and Eva let out a snort.
“I come in here and mix paints, but since art is subjective I think this is pretty good,” said Eva trying to ease the situation. She felt herself going red but knew her face never went red so she only had to worry about the expression on her face which she tried to make look normal. Everyone was waiting on a reaction, and Mr. Way laughed in good spirit.
“What’s your major work on?” Mr Way asked Liza. Eva glared at Liza.
“I don’t know...” said Liza looking down at her work. She didn’t comment much on anything. Mr. Way tried to ask her more questions.
“So, you’re just going to do random works and see what happens?” he said. Liza just nodded.
The bell rang and Eva quickly picked up her mess.
“See you guys,” she said.
“What do you have?” asked Liza.
“English Extension 2,” answered Eva.
“Why do you do such hard subjects?” whined Liza who also began packing up.
“Why do you do such hard subjects?” said Eva.
“I do dumb subjects you know that,” said Liza confused.
“Art is hard for me. At my first high school I came last in art because my teacher hated me,” said Eva.
“I find it hard to believe you came last in anything, but are you sure it was cause you’re teacher hated you? Are you sure it wasn’t cause you drew shit like what you did today?” laughed Liza.
The girls couldn’t see it but Mr. Way was listening to their whispers and was smiling.
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