Lana is unsociable but when a boy appears at her school, he makes her feel uneasy.


4. The new kid.

Brandon drove us to school, the one thing that Brandon loved, apart from me and Haden, was his SUV. We pulled up to the school and he opened the door for me. “Have a nice day.”

“I will try.” I closed the door softly, not even sure it closed properly, and then let Haden out. We waved Brandon off and headed into the old brick building. Haden didn’t have the same classes this morning as me, so we went our separate ways. It was a good morning for me; I had double history and then English.


In these classes the teachers actually loved me. It was the first time a teacher thought I was worth something so I tried to get to my history class early. I hurried down the hall, avoiding all other pupils until I got to Miss Dalsaa’s room. She left it open on Thursdays knowing I like to get into the class early.


I went into the room and as usual the class was silent and peaceful. I sauntered over to my assigned seat, I was at a table by myself as I had only been here two months there were no more seats at any of the other tables but I didn’t mind. I got out my books and began to read, we were working on the world war, I had done it before at a different school but never the whole topic. It was unusual to be learning about the war towards your last month of school but I wasn’t complaining. When I looked over all this I could see it in my head like a movie.


The bell went and Miss Dalsaa was first to enter. “Morning Lana, how are you?” She raked through her bag looking for today’s schedule. “I’m fine, you?” Miss Dalsaa was one of the nicest teachers I have ever met. “I’m good thanks.” Her smile glowed and she sat at her desk typing furiously on her keypad. Her password entered the computer with a small whooshing noise. The class slowly began to fill up with unenthusiastic pupils who didn’t want to be here. “Morning class!” Dalsaa’s voice was cheery, the class kind of just waved at her, not caring how cheery she was, they wanted her to know they didn’t want to be here.


Half way through the class there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” Dalsaa looked confused she wasn’t expecting anyone. The door opened with a creak and the class giggled, I tried to stay focused on the extra work Dalsaa gave me, I could see it running past my eyeballs, images of bombs, fires, Concentration camps. It was horrible.  “Lana...Lana!” I came back to life with a little gasp. “Are you alright Lana?” Dalsaa placed a hand on my shoulder inspecting me, my cheeks were flushed and a trickle of sweat ran down my back. I nodded quickly. “Ok, is it ok if...?” She pointed at the boy. “Carlos.” He said voice firm and assertive. “If Carlos sits at this table.” I nodded, still bewildered by what I saw. “Good.” She smiled showing off her white teeth, pointing at the seat across from me. Carlos sat down across from me and stared.


His eyes were a deep brown, but I swear they flashed a fiery red at one point, or at least had hints of red. He had short bleach blonde hair which was spiked up like a hedgehog, but I was sure if I touched it, it would hurt or ruin his style. I couldn’t help but notice a tattoo on his neck, it was three lines with pointed ends, and the middle line was the same red I saw in his eyes. He was unusual and I found myself staring, when I realised I shook it off and went back to reading, but I could still feel his eyes on me and it sent goose-bumps up my neck. I thought it was a stupid idea until I looked up and he looked away. I gulped and tried to focus on class, I didn’t have a clue who this ‘Carlos’ was but he was freaking me out.

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