Out at sea

Anna is a young girl who suffers from the loss of her father out at sea. She tries to cope with everyday life: helping her single mother and younger brother Benji to make the most of life, though it all gets too much. With the stress and anxiety of moving schools, Anna is anything but fine. Her long trips up to the beach are tiring, but they're worth it when she gets to look out and imagine her Dad beside her. But everything seems to result in tears, and Anna realises she's stayed strong for too long.




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12. Dissapointment

I find myself waking up in a room I'm not yet familiar of, my head throbbing. The walls are crisp white, and the blinds are shut, blocking out most of the bright sunlight, though some still creaks in through the open window. Muffled voices can be heard from outside, and the bounce of a football being kicked around the place we still call 'the playground'. I'm guessing it must be breaktime already, which means I've missed the first block of lessons. My eyes can't focus properly, but I think I can see posters on the wall. I recognise one as being for childline- which I know the school sponser. I must be in the nurse.

A rustling is heard from my right, and I turn around to see the school nurse smiling at me. "I thought you'd wake up soon. So, how are you feeling, better?" She says in a cheerful voice.

"Yeah, thanks." I manage to say weakly.

"It was quite a bump you took there, when you passed out your head hit the edge of the desk next to you."

"Oh." I say.

"But don't worry, I got it cleaned up and it's just a small bump, should be gone in a week or so...It's Anna, isn't it?" She asks kindly and I nod my head before she writes my name down in a little book. I try to find the label on her shirt, which usually says the staff's names. 'Jane Cook, School Nurse' it reads.

I hear the bell ring and automatically sit up, but a sudden rush comes over me and I think I'm going to be sick. Jane doesn't say anything, but quickly brings a bucket to the bedside. I vomit. She goes to the little sink to fetch me a glass of water as I clutch the bucket with two clammy hands.

"It's okay, dear, better out than in." I find it amazing how somebody could still seem so cheerful in a situation like this, which reassures me slightly. I grab a tissue from the small table beside me and wipe my mouth, as she hands me a glass of water. I take it, and drink a sip. I feel it running down my throat, and it tastes sweet as it always does after you've been sick. The water makes me feel better, and I stay sitting up with my head propped up against a soft pillow that I have somehow managed to get my vomit on too. The nurse says she won't be a minute as she steps outside and reaches for the phonebook to call reception. I guess I'm going home then. Jane returns a minute later and says that my Mum is coming as soon as she can. 

I rustle up my belongings, the nurse kindly bringing back my scarf from my locker which has been in there for ages - it probably needs a good wash. Washing my hands under the calm and cool tap to 'fight off the bugs' I then see Dave and my Mum at the door, smiling sadly. They walk over to me, and Dave puts one arm over me as we walk out of the school.

"Everything's going to be okay," he says reassuring me, whilst Mum fishes for her car keys in her bag.

I sigh. "Does my face look green?"

"No, you look beautiful. Now don't worry, just hop in the car." I kind of find it uneasy, the way he speaks to me. Do you think he really meant that I'm beautiful? I don't know, maybe he was just making me feel better.

I wonder this as we drive along back home. Looking in the sidemirror I keep seeing Dave glancing at me every now and again. I know he's just checking to see if I'm okay and that I haven't fainted, but it is a bit spooky, considering he's a grown-up, and well, I'm just a kid really.

As we turn the sidecorner away from school, I suddenly catch a glimpse of someone familiar by the gates, watching me drive off. He's not smiling, and his hands are tuck into his pockets. It's only when I reach home that I actually think about who it was.

Colton.

Why did he look so...dissapointed?

 

 

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