A Long Way From
Home
Chapter
Two
I
dumped my books down on a table in the second row and slid into a
seat, glancing around to see if there were any unfamiliar faces.
Nope. The same people as always surrounded me. The thing about
attending a fairly small, private boarding school was that the
faces didn't change much, and if they did change, it was a
crapshoot if they were good or not.
I supressed a sigh and tried not to miss the normal high school
that I had attended just a year ago. Reminiscing would only bring
back memories, and while I needed many things, memories were not
on that list.
Stop. I made my hands into tight fists, so tight that my
fingernails dug into my palms. Enough. I focused my
attention on rifling through my homework folder, searching for
the math sheet that I'd attempted to work on last night.
The sound of clicking high heels broke through my thoughts. My
head jerked up, and I hid the math worksheet guiltily, not
wanting Ms. Hart to see how idiotic I was just yet. All thoughts
of my failed mathematics flew out of my head, though, when I
noticed that two teenagers were trailing behind my math
teacher. One was a tall, willow-thin girl, with feathery blond
hair that appeared almost white beneath the buzzing florescent
lights. The boy was about a foot shorter than the
girl, with wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes. My heart
fluttered at the sight of his striking appearance. I stared at
them intently, not caring that I looked like a stalker.
Ms. Hart rapped a yardstick on her desk to get our attention, not
that it was necessary. The entire class had quieted down the
moment that the students had entered our classroom. The girl
seemed to be uncomfortable with all the attention, but the
striking boy looked as confident as he had when he had entered
the classroom.
"These are our new students," explained Ms. Hart, as
though it wasn't already completely obvious. "Lissa
Herriman—" She
gestured at the tall girl, who pulled her head into her shoulders
like a turle—
"and Carter Green." She pointed to the boy, who
grinned, revealing perfect white teeth that looked even whiter
against his tanned skin. (It was January! When did he get a tan?)
"I hope that you'll treat them with utmost respect and
welcome them to our classroom."
Liz's hand shot up. "Wait, didn't you say that there
were three students coming?" Inwardly, I smirked and rolled
my eyes. Only Liz would remember a teacher's precise
words.
"Ah. Yes." Ms. Hart adjusted her glasses and cleared
her throat. "Xavier Abbott—he's going to be coming
in a few moments. He had to wait for something." She paused.
I'd never seen her this uncomfortable. "There is
something that you all should really know about him. He's
not—"
But what Xavier wasn't, we never got to know, because at that
point, the door opened and a third student came in. A wave of
surprise washed over the room.
Xavier Abbott was not what we had
expected.
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mrshunterhayes · 1 decade ago
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this was really good :D i like the suspense at the end... ilcan't wait to read the nxt chapter :)