Chapter 4
Even on the best of days, Ms Carol had a way of dragging everyone she came within ten meters of down. The as she walked into the classroom, five minutes later than Oscar and the rest of the pupils, she preached about a meeting she had to attended about a recent rise in graffiti on the that had apparently kept her. The kraken, as she was affectionately called possessed the voice of a parrot insistent on constantly shouting snide remarks at any of her unfortunate pupils.
“Apparently you, Miss Tate “ The bulbous teacher looked glared at one of the rather timid girls who sat in the second row, her skirt dangerously close to bursting as she walked toward her desk.
“...have decided not to bring anything to class. Do you have any reason as to why you are so ill prepared?” The young girl gulped and looked down at the scratched wooden tabletop below her.
“No Ms. Carol”
“Detention” was decreed and so the class continued to follow its daily routine. The teacher then turned from the girl, walking to her desk to sit on a chair that was quite too small for her rather hefty figure.
“Turn to page nine of you novel, you are to read for the rest of the lesson” with that the students opened their copies of Emma and began to read.
Five minutes into the almost silence that was constantly interrupted by the scuffle of tuning pages and throat clearing coughs, Oscar felt a nudge just under his ribcage. As his head turned to see what she had wanted, he spied a slender arm reaching back to her book. Smiling, she nodded towards Oscar’s desk and then turned back to her book of which she was far ahead of the reading requirement, at least half way through. Lil had been known to be quite the avid reader, when it suited her. Lying on Oscars graffitied desk, adorned with messages for a certain girl who would apparently do well to remember what a boyfriend-stealing dog she was, was a folded sheet of paper ripped from Lil’s workbook. Written was a message relating to the Krakens attire, Lil had felt it necessary to point out that the teacher had worn the same shirt the last two days, and apparently a middle button had gone astray displaying a sight no student would have wished to see. He cursed Lil for bringing it to his attention, making it nearly impossible for Oscar not to look up and stare at the rather undesirable physique of his professor. He nudged his neighbour lightly, she looking down at her with a faux expression of disgust her with a wink and an over enthusiastic smile.
The pair spent the rest of the lesson avoiding sniggering. The bell rang and the class quickly scurried out revelling in the chance to restart conversation. Oscar said a quick goodbye to Lil, they hugged and she wished him luck. She darted of to find her boyfriend with a look back as her tall friend awkwardly bent down to retrieve his bag from his locker. A knowing smile crossed her face.
A touch of sweat sat below Oscar’s hairline, a product of both the light afternoon sun, slightly elevated heart rate caused by jogging and nerves. There was no denying that he was anxious, so much so that he begun to chew his nails, a habit he thought he had successfully thrown off at twelve, apparently it had resurfaced.
The streets were mainly empty; occasionally another student would walk by, stare a little at the brown haired boy’s unusual habits and pace to then continue on their way. Oblivious to any of his onlookers Oscar continued to run over the little speech he had collated in his head, chewing his nails and half jogging down the familiar roads that were lined with familiar homes. Taking the final turn, spotting the four chimneys proudly standing above the rest of the rusted, moss-covered roofs, the x that marked the spot of his destination. Taking the last hundred metres at a sprint, in a attempt to somehow delay the encounter Oscar stoped, three steps from the gate, push back his fringe with shaking fingers, heaving in much need breath and secretly smiling. A mixture of butterflies and dinosaurs flittered and stomped in his stomach as he undid the latch, listened to the unwelcome squeak of rusted hinges and stepped over the threshold into the overgrowth.
* I am sorry if the chapter is a little sub par, I am just getting back into the swing of it*
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