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waiting for her to empty her pockets. Her phone. Reluctantly, her cheeks burning, she slipped her phone out into the box. She gulped.
Francesca slipped a pile of books onto her desk which landed with a thud. On top of the note was a sticky note.
See me after class. We will need to discuss catch up tasks.
Eva looked back at Ariana, who smirked and got the feeling that she was probably right about lessons being a burden.
Francesca smiled at the students. “This lesson, we will be researching our family’s ancestry-.”
A low grumble and a murmur of voices broke over her voice. “Silence!” Two lines pressed into her forehead. Ariana laughed under her breath behind her. But Francesca had heard.
“Ariana.” She glared. “Do you want to scrub the sculptures in the rose garden again?”
“No.”
“Then lose the attitude.”
Eva strained to concentrate. Francesca’s voice was so flat, she desperately wanted to get out of the classroom. There was not even a clock up on the wall to tell the time. Eva yawned. She looked over her shoulder and noticed everyone else was tapping away at her research. Every now and then, Francesca glanced up from her book and her small eyes watched the students. What was she supposed to do then?
A note flew by her desk. It was Ariana.
Bored out of your brains? Guess what? We’re stuck here for the whole morning.
No, Eva shook her head in disbelief. Surely not. Eva flipped open her diary to her timetable and to her horror, for three consecutive periods, she was in the same class, with the same teacher.
Oh god.
Another note flew by her desk.
See? Better get busy. Francesca’s likely to notice.
The room felt like a sauna. Sweat prickled her skin. It was a stark and sudden contrast to the blistery weather outside before that had chilled her bones. But then she realised. The teacher had turned the heater on.
To full ball.
At least she wasn’t the only one feeling it. There were students left right and centre fanning themselves with their books. But the silence led her to the assumption that Francesca was an intimidating character.
Only a creaking, moaning floorboard under the teacher's shoe invaded the monastic silence. A student's eyes darted toward the window as she witnessed a bare tree branch silently dancing in the afternoon breeze. As the teacher resumed vigil seated at her desk, the creak of her chair invaded the classroom. Ahead of her, an empty much-scarred and faded desk sat in silent testimony, witness to countless generations of students.
Eva typed in her last name into the database and clicked search. There was bound to be dozens of last names like hers.
And she was right. But which one was hers? Eva realised it was useless scrolling through the long list when she didn’t have any more information.
Eva kept glancing over at Daniel. She was surprised that by now he still hadn’t noticed her by now. Perhaps he was ignoring her. He looked busy, but puzzled as he rested his head on his chin. Every now and then he’d mutter something Eva couldn’t hear to some dude on his right.
With some loud throat clearing noises, Eva jerked her head back to her desk. She could feel Francesca’s eyes scrutinising her from a distance and she pretended to be hard at work. Then another note flew by from Ariana and with one quick glance up to Francesca who had her eyes trained on a book, she unfolded it.
I can tell somebody’s distracted. That’s Daniel. And the guy next to him is Drake. They’re fairly new.
The more Eva looked at him, the more she wanted to know what he was doing at his desk, why he looked so serious and who he was. Her gut instinct was telling her she had recognised him from somewhere. But right now, she couldn’t think straight.
Eva flipped the data base back open and noticed there was a bar on the right of the screen with names leapfrogging on and offline. As she scrolled through the names she assumed to be in her class, she looked for Daniel. But he
Francesca slipped a pile of books onto her desk which landed with a thud. On top of the note was a sticky note.
See me after class. We will need to discuss catch up tasks.
Eva looked back at Ariana, who smirked and got the feeling that she was probably right about lessons being a burden.
Francesca smiled at the students. “This lesson, we will be researching our family’s ancestry-.”
A low grumble and a murmur of voices broke over her voice. “Silence!” Two lines pressed into her forehead. Ariana laughed under her breath behind her. But Francesca had heard.
“Ariana.” She glared. “Do you want to scrub the sculptures in the rose garden again?”
“No.”
“Then lose the attitude.”
Eva strained to concentrate. Francesca’s voice was so flat, she desperately wanted to get out of the classroom. There was not even a clock up on the wall to tell the time. Eva yawned. She looked over her shoulder and noticed everyone else was tapping away at her research. Every now and then, Francesca glanced up from her book and her small eyes watched the students. What was she supposed to do then?
A note flew by her desk. It was Ariana.
Bored out of your brains? Guess what? We’re stuck here for the whole morning.
No, Eva shook her head in disbelief. Surely not. Eva flipped open her diary to her timetable and to her horror, for three consecutive periods, she was in the same class, with the same teacher.
Oh god.
Another note flew by her desk.
See? Better get busy. Francesca’s likely to notice.
The room felt like a sauna. Sweat prickled her skin. It was a stark and sudden contrast to the blistery weather outside before that had chilled her bones. But then she realised. The teacher had turned the heater on.
To full ball.
At least she wasn’t the only one feeling it. There were students left right and centre fanning themselves with their books. But the silence led her to the assumption that Francesca was an intimidating character.
Only a creaking, moaning floorboard under the teacher's shoe invaded the monastic silence. A student's eyes darted toward the window as she witnessed a bare tree branch silently dancing in the afternoon breeze. As the teacher resumed vigil seated at her desk, the creak of her chair invaded the classroom. Ahead of her, an empty much-scarred and faded desk sat in silent testimony, witness to countless generations of students.
Eva typed in her last name into the database and clicked search. There was bound to be dozens of last names like hers.
And she was right. But which one was hers? Eva realised it was useless scrolling through the long list when she didn’t have any more information.
Eva kept glancing over at Daniel. She was surprised that by now he still hadn’t noticed her by now. Perhaps he was ignoring her. He looked busy, but puzzled as he rested his head on his chin. Every now and then he’d mutter something Eva couldn’t hear to some dude on his right.
With some loud throat clearing noises, Eva jerked her head back to her desk. She could feel Francesca’s eyes scrutinising her from a distance and she pretended to be hard at work. Then another note flew by from Ariana and with one quick glance up to Francesca who had her eyes trained on a book, she unfolded it.
I can tell somebody’s distracted. That’s Daniel. And the guy next to him is Drake. They’re fairly new.
The more Eva looked at him, the more she wanted to know what he was doing at his desk, why he looked so serious and who he was. Her gut instinct was telling her she had recognised him from somewhere. But right now, she couldn’t think straight.
Eva flipped the data base back open and noticed there was a bar on the right of the screen with names leapfrogging on and offline. As she scrolled through the names she assumed to be in her class, she looked for Daniel. But he
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