First day back from a summer break
I sigh as I walk through the old brown rusty doors, that leads to a corridor full of chatty students no doubt girls talking about, 'which guy they met on holiday or my dad got me a car, or what is she wearing!' from the guys, talking about 'the party they went to last night or what girl they were kissing'. It all seems a normal day for a Monday.
Here's me in my faded denim jeans and a fitted blue shirt, with my old converse trainers that looks like they have been around for a decade, I am carrying big heavy books in my arms most from last years work and a plain old side bag that rests against the side of my body. My chocolate brown hair falls over my right shoulder, layers curling in on my face. My hair has grown over the summer at least that was what I got told.
I take another deep breath as i walk towards the main office dragging my feet wishing this day would end already, praying that soon as i sign in and receive my new timetable for this year, that I wont have the same history teacher i had last year. Mrs McCoy that was her name. The way she used to pick on me and ask me a questions that was not relevant to what we were learning, how she would be patient and wait for me to reply something completely wrong, while my class mates would smirk behind her. I can still picture the young fresh looking face behind my eyes. Those rosy cheeks, with a powerful looking grey eyes that seemed to know what i was always thinking. Her hair that would shimmer gold every time light hit it. Everyone thought that she is too pretty to be a teacher, she must be a model or something. Guys would rush to sit right near her desk at the front row, guessing to stare at her beautiful figure. But something about her seemed different, the way she talks as in she is from a different decade, the way she would struggle to know how to switch on a computer, the way she would tut and shake her head at the content in the history books and say it is all wrong. No one else thought nothing about it, maybe it is just me being the dumb girl in history.
I opened the clear glass doors that leads to the main reception desk, inside was one or two people waiting to get their timetable, I am guessing they are new. I walked in and stood behind a tall muscular tanned guy, with jet black curly hair, his shoulders were tensed and his hands seemed to be tensed to, his whole body looked tensed. He was wearing a loose t-shirt with fitted dark blue jeans, also he was wearing converses that looked like it had been around for a decade. This made the corner of my lips curl up, at least i am not the only one with old worn out shoes. I wonder what was wrong with this guy, was he another new guy, didn't he like this college already or was it the timetable he got. I stood behind him waiting to be next to collect my timetable.
'Name please, my dear'
'Ahmad'
Immediately, my insides felt like i knew this guy. I felt the urge to speak to him and touch his arm. This is crazy, how can i feel like this without even looking at the guy, let alone knowing who he is first.
'Here you are dear. Welcome to South Hall College. If there is any problems just come to me'
'Thanks'
His deep husky voice sent a warm weird feeling inside.My hands was starting to sweat. I felt nervous all of a sudden. What's happening to me, I never felt like this before not with any guy at this college, but why this guy, Ahmad. Who is he anyway? All i know is that he is a tensed guy and has a deep voice and called Ahmad. I know so little of him and yet i feel like this. Oh no! He is turning around, do you think i can make a run for it before he sees me. I looked down at my legs and predicted what I would do if I ran. I would make a more of a fool of myself I would trip and fall flat on my face and the hole college would see and laugh. First impressions count. I looked up from staring at my legs and battling with my mind on what I should do. Until, I saw him. His head was tilted to one side and those sharp green eyes lash out between the thick locks of his curly hair. His features were so beautiful, his nose was a nice shape, like someone had the nose job done. His lips were shocking red, standing out against is tanned skin. I just felt like touching his face, the feel of his smooth skin beneath my hands. I snapped out of the daze and realised he just spoke.
'Erm..I need to get to my class..so could you..'
I could feel the burn of redness forming in my cheeks. I made such I fool of myself. I bet my face looked like a baby being fascinated by a shiny spoon. What is wrong with me? I knew I should of stayed at home or went to the forest gardens. There I wont be making a fool of myself.
'Oh! I'm sorry. Yeah sure i'll move' I mumbled.
I could feel his warmth of his body brushing against the side of my shoulder as he walked past me to push open the glass doors. He left me a little light headed. As I stumbled towards the main desk, the women with over done make up gave me a quick glance and brought a box to the table full of paper work.
'Name please, my dear'
'Elisa Khan'
The women gave a small nod and went through the paper pile like a machine. While she was doing that I just realised that Ahmad, he didn't mention his last name. That was unusual. Don't people always have a last name.
'Just before, that guy, did he mention to you his last name'
'Who my dear?'
'That guy called Ahmad'
'Oh he didn't say he has a last name. His records only show Ahmad. I say that is pretty unusual if you ask me. Guessing he is from a foreign country. Why do you ask?'
'Oh! Nothing just curious'
She just gave a me a smile. She handed me my timetable and a leaflets on how smoking can effect your health. Not that I have smoked a cigarette in my life, properly be chocking on it anyway from the first smoke.
I walked out still thinking of Ahmad how unusual it is to not have a last name and those green mysterious eyes.
As I walked in to the chatty corridor again my eyes just scan a quick look around searching for a familiar face that i have missed for the hole summer break. There, behind a locker door i could see a dark red head girl, standing with a bag across her shoulder, looked more like a a killer bag the way spikes came all up across the strap. I wasn't surprised she was always changing her look. the girl with the killer bag is my best friend and only friend, her name is called Lyba but i call her Lyb's. I knew her since we were both new at college. Me and Lyb's just clicked, we have nothing in common (except we both hate our history teacher) but we do have our interests at heart. Like they say opposites attract, i guess that's how me and Lyb's became best friends. Lyb's is everything i am not, she has the beauty and the looks, she can attract any guy she wants, but what i love about her is that she would never let guy come between us she will always would put me first. Whereas, me, I am just the boring old shy girl called Elisa who doesn't like big crowds and like to be by herself in forest gardens.
I ran to Lyb's and gave a big hug. I have missed her so much over the summer break. It felt like we have been forced to separate. Her small petite body was crushed under my arms, I could feel her forcing for me to let go.
'Alright! Alright! Get of me women! You are worse than my mum when she gives me a hug every time she comes back from Thailand'
'I have missed you'
'Yeah i missed you to. Now tell me what do you think of my new look'
I took one step back after releasing her from my tight hug. I scanned her outfit with my eyes and said
'Its different'
Knowing that she always gets happy when I say that. Before she could burst out with a hole new speech she has been preparing for me before college started. Which I could tell she would by looking at those glossy hazels eyes. I also wanted to tell her everything about Ahmad just moments before, but I weren't sure if I should tell her. It's not like anything had happened, just me feeling a powerful force inside my body thats all. The college bell rung, showing that it is first lesson. We gave each other a hug and walked to our first lesson. I glanced at my timetable and my first lesson was History, underneath it had shown my teacher's name. Mrs McCoy. I let out a big sigh and dragged my feet towards the History building.
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