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Chapter One
Part Two
Lara breath
hitched and she felt as if she’d been hit with a sledgehammer. She bit back a
retort and shook her head. She hadn’t been locking herself away. She’d been in
mourning.
Then
again she shouldn’t be surprised about Lola. Her sister was pretty and had been
popular at their last school. It looked like she would fit right in at
Hillcrest.
As for
herself, her goals for the year were simple; pass her exams and gain a
university place. She didn’t need the attention and if no one accepted her, she
would just have to cope with it as best she could.
“It’s
this way.” She pointed to a sign on the wall and they headed in that direction.
Half an
hour later, they’d filled out forms and were directed to their classes. Lola’s were
in a different building from hers.
“Do you
want to meet for lunch?” Lara asked.
Lola
shrugged and started walking off.
“If you
need anything, just call or text me,” Lara said.
“Yeah.
Stop fussing, will you?” Glancing back, Lola rolled her eyes and walked off.
Lara
couldn’t help fussing. Lola was the only member of her family she had left.
Okay, she had Judy, but it wasn’t the same thing. She’d taken care of her
sister since she was a baby and always felt responsible for her, even more so
now that their parents were gone.
Sighing,
she turned and hurried across the walkway to the class building. Students gazed
at her but no one spoke to her. She kept her chin up and her shoulders stiff,
determined to project confidence and determination. The truth was, she wasn’t
very good with change. Unlike Lola who complained about it and seemed to adapt
a whole lot quicker.
By the
time she arrived at the door to the correct class, it was already shut and the
class seemed to be in session. She paused, brushed her palm over her braided
hair packed in a ponytail style, and took a deep breath. Then she turned the
metal handle, pushed the door open, and walked in.
The
class was silent as they listened to the teacher but a murmur passed when she
closed the door behind her.
A
middle-aged man in brown jacket and trouser suit, white and green striped shirt,
and a plain green tie stood at the front. Focusing on him, she walked over.
“Mr.
Ejiofor?” When he nodded, she handed over the sheet of paper she’d been given
at the office. “I was asked to give you this.”
He took
the paper and read it.
“We
have a new student joining the class today.” He glanced at the paper again.
“This is Lara Johnson.”
Clutching
her hands to the back to hide their shaking, she turned to face the class. Big
windows sat on the side. The back wall was plain white with a white board over
it. On the side wall next to the door was a geopolitical map of the world.
The
students sat in columns of two per desk in six columns and four rows. All of
them stared at her with different degrees of curiosity.
Lara
swallowed, her shoulders tightening. She hated being the centre of attention
and even more so to a group of strangers. Her darting gaze caught onto another
girl in the front row who smiled at her. There was an empty seat next to her.
The only empty seat.
Mr.
Ejiofor picked a book from the pile in front of him and handed it over to her.
“Take a seat, Lara.”
“Thank
you,” she mouthed and walked over to the empty chair quickly. The sooner she
sat down the sooner everyone else would stop staring at her. She dumped her bag
on the aisle beside her and placed the book on the desk top.
The
girl next to her turned and smiled. She was the picture of wholesome perfection.
Her straight hair was packed neatly into a ponytail, not one out of place. Her
school uniform was creaseless and fitted, unlike Lara’s which needed adjusting
around the waist. Her oval face was smooth and lovely, no acne in sight. Even
the cheer in her curled lips and the twinkle in her brown eyes showed she was a
happy and content girl.
Lara
hadn’t been happy or content in months.
“I’m
Ada Obi. Welcome to Hillcrest School,” the girl said in a low voice. “If you
need someone to show you around, I can help you.”
Lara
gave a small smile as some of the tension left her body. Someone was being nice
to her. Perhaps she’d make a new friend after all. “Ada, thank you.”
Mr.
Ejiofor resumed the lesson in English Literature. Luckily, she’d bought a copy
and already started reading the assigned book so she didn’t feel too lost in
the class discussion although she didn’t attempt to raise her hand to answer
any questions and the teacher didn’t bother directing any queries at her. She
managed to sit up straight instead of slumping under the melancholic weight that
rested on her shoulders.
Time
flew quickly and Mr. Ejiofor left. During the break before the next teacher
arrived, the class erupted in chaos.
Shifting
in the seat, Lara picked out her timetable and checked the next lesson. Geography—a
subject she wasn’t so good at.
Flicking
the page of the textbook, she glanced at the door. A boy stood there as if on
sentry duty, watching for the arrival of the next teacher. The flutter of the
sheet did little to calm her nerves as it should. In her old school, she’d acquired
the nickname ‘Bookworm’ because she loved immersing into the knowledge hidden
between the covers of the printed work.
Shaking
her head, she turned her attention back to the words on the page. Aside from
noting the topic of the chapter as ‘Population Change,’ none of the text
registered.
First
day back at school for a new term usually didn’t leave her this agitated. She
loved school. But while it was the first day back for her, the school had been
back for a few weeks already. She’d missed weeks of lessons and studying.
She
sucked in a deep breath and gave another glance at the door. The student
standing at the entrance hadn’t moved, although his attention was focused on
the chaos in class rather than checking if the Geography teacher was on the
way.
The
churning in her stomach returned, her breathing accelerated. Crossing her arms
over on the desk, she lowered her head and started blowing out short breaths.
I can do this. I’m just sitting
in a room with other students. Nothing bad will happen.
Breathing
in through the nose and out through the mouth, she repeated the calming actions.
Where
was the teacher? Perhaps if he turned up, her anxiety would ease just as it had
done in the literature lesson.
She’d
been having panic attacks since the traffic accident. The doctor had offered to
sign her off school for another week or month if she didn’t feel ready to be here.
Her physical wounds had healed. Mentally, she didn’t know if she’d be ever fully
recovered.
Tired
of hiding from the world, she had to face her life. Face her future, such as it
was.
Copyright Kiru Taye 2016
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