Another new school, on a different continent. I'm just glad I'm able to hide the scars on my face for once, I just want to be treated normally at this school. Hopefully I'll be able to stay for the rest of the year. But what happens if someone finds out my past and everything starts coming to hunt me?


18. Office

Chapter 17


 I slowly followed the man to the office. I have to admit that he was terrifying me. Once we were in his office he said "I have called Mr. and Mrs.Moore about this." I was confused about what he was talking about. "Bring drugs to school is a major thing."

 "I didn't bring any drugs to school," I told him as my mom came running in.

 "Hello Mrs.Moore, please take a seat," he said.

 "What is this all about?" She asked.

 "This was found in Daisy's locker," he said pulling out my bottle of panic pills.

 My mom had a confused reaction on her face. "YOU PULLED ME OUT OF WORK FOR HER PANIC ATTACK PILLS!" She yelled.

 "Pardon?" He asked.

 "Those are her pills for when she has is about to have a panic attack!" She continued to yell. "WHAT KIND OF PRINCIPLE ARE YOU IF YOU DON'T CHECK A STUDENTS FILE WHEN THEY FIRST START HERE?"

 I started to sink into a chair.


 "You may go back to class Miss.Flowers," he said.

 I quickly got up and pretty much ran back to class. When I went in Mr.Andrews was about to pick out students to act out the characters. "Welcome back Miss.Flowers. Here's a book for you," he said handing me a copy of 'Romeo and Juliet'. 

 I quickly went back to my seat next to Marcel. "What was that about?" He whispered.

 "They had found my panic pill in my locker and he thought that they were drugs," I explained. "My mom started telling him off and then he let me come back. Now who's Gar-"

 "Now Miss.Flowers you can be Juliet and Mr.Styles you can play Romeo," Mr.Andrews said. We knew we were caught.

 We both walked up to the front were all the others were. They all stared at me and so was the teacher. I had no clue what to do. "Now just start where we left off last week," Mr.Andrews said. 

 Everyone opened their books and a guy said "Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall."

 Marcel turned to face me and I still had no clue where we were in the play. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentler sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

 I remembered most of it now. "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss," I said sighing.

 Marcel had his book lower so I could see what page it was. "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?" He asked. 

 "Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer," I answered.

 "O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray; grant though, lest faith turn to despair."

 "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." I kept looking around the page but I couldn't find where we were at.

 "Then move not while my prayer's effect I take," Marcel said grabbing my hand and holing it up. "Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged."

 "Then have my lips the sin that they have took," I said looking up into his eyes.

 "Sin from my lips? O trespass again," he said grabbing my other hand and holding it up. 

 "Miss.Flowers?" Mr.Andrews asked. I looked back at him. "Can you tell us what page you're on?" 

 I shook my head. "No sir," I told him.

 "Then how do you know what the lines are?" He asked.

 "At my old school I used to read it all the time and in class we read it too," I told him. He walked up to me and grabbed the book from my hand. I was in a bit of shook. "I don't remember all of it sir.

 He pulled out a different book opening to where we all were. "This might help," he said.

 I grabbed it and found right where we were at. I turned back to Marcel and said "You kiss by th' book."

 "Madam, your mother craves a word with you," said a different girl. I walked away from Marcel and to where the others were standing.

 "What is her mother?" Marcel asked the girl.

 "Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and wise and virtuous. I nursed her daughter that you talked withal. I tell you, he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks," she said walking away.

 Marcel then said to himself "Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life is my foe's debt."

 "Stop right there," Mr.Andrews said. "What do you guys think Shakespeare meant when he said that last line?" He asked.

 I looked at everyone and they all looked confused. I slowly raised my hand.

 "Yes, Miss.Flowers," he said.

 "Well when Romeo had first saw Juliet he knew he was in love with her without knowing who she was. But now that he knows who she is he knows that the love he has for her destroy what he knows," I explained.

 "Why do you say destroy?" He asked.

 "Because we all how this will turn out. Tybalt wants Romeo dead but Romeo won't fight him," I said.

 "But what turns Romeo to start fighting Tybalt?" He asked.

 "Mercutio fights Tybalt for Romeo but when Romeo pull the two apart Tybalt ends up killing Mercutio, and having his best friend die makes Romeo want revenge on Tybalt."

 "Very good. You may all take a seat," he said. We all walked back to our seats as Mr.Andrews got a stack of paper out. Passing them out he said. "You'll need to read until you get to Act 2 Scene 3 and do not go any farther then that. There is also a paper that needs to be done it can either be a different ending written in Shakespearan English or it can be three, or more, people how had caused or had lead Romeo and Juliet to their deaths. The papers are going to be due sometime after we are finished reading, but the reading had to be done by Wednesday." Just then the bell rung and everyone started to leaving. "Miss.Flowers can you please stay?" He asked.

 "I'll meet you at lunch," I told Marcel. He nodded and walked out of the class.

 I stood in front of Mr.Andrews desk. He looked up at me a sighed. "Is something wrong sir?" I asked.

 "No, not at all. It's just me. But I know since that you have just started I still need you to do some of the previous work for this play and possibly do both of the papers so you can have a good grade in here," he said.

 "Sure thing, where could I get the work?" I asked.

 "Just come by after school and I'll have the copys for you," he said.

 "Can I ask you something sir?" I asked.

 "What's on your mind Miss.Flowers?" He asked.

 "Why did you call me Gabriella at the begin of class?" I asked.

 He toke a deep sigh. "My wife, her name was Gabriella. She looked a lot like you. She had icy eyes with dark black hair. You just look a lot like her and I was  caught off guard Miss.Flowers."

 "Moore, I prefer Moore. Flowers was when I was in foster care and I'd like to just leave that all behind," I said.

 "Sure thing Miss.Moore," he nodded. "Let me write you put a pass so you don't get in trouble," he said just as the bell rung. I didn't even realize that there was a whole different class behind me.

 "Thanks," I said smiling at him as he handed me the paper. I walked out of the room and made my way to choir.  


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