A Powerful Secret

Chapter 3: Having Trouble

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My mind still filled with the music from Free Period I dreamily floated over to my last lesson, History, and took a seat at the desk, deciding not to turn around and chatter to my friends because I don’t think that would be a very nice surprise for Mr. Harlow. For some reason, Tuesdays were more like Grouchdays to him, so he was especially sensitive and picky today.

           The door slammed open, crashing against the wall and shaking me out of my thoughts as Mr. Harlow stormed into the room and slammed his binder onto the teacher desk, glaring at us as if we were parasites that he wanted to eliminate instead of teach.

To be honest he looked like a rabies-infested dog, and all that was missing was the white, bubbly foam at the corners of his mouth and he would come forward and attack us brutally…

Okay, bad mental image!

“Sit still and stop talking!” he bellowed, even though you could have easily heard a pin drop in the room as no one, except the crazy Mr. Harlow, was speaking. “We are going to discuss what is going to be in the test tomorrow.”

“Test? You didn’t tell us anything about a test!” Jules, a girl in our class, protested and the rest of us bobbed our heads, too afraid to say anything else.

“Well, I’m telling you now!” Mr. Harlow screeched in response, his spittle flying through the room and hitting the people in the first row.

What is this, a water show? Oh look, its Shamu!

How about no.

Mr. Harlow seemed to notice his saliva flying through the room and took a deep breath, clenching his eyes closed for a few seconds before blinking and looking a bit more composed than he did before.

Regardless, his features were just as tensed and even though he didn’t look like an aggressive dog, he still resembled a very angry man, which was actually pretty confusing, seeing that none of us had actually done anything especially bad or annoying.

“So, as I said, there will be a test tomorrow on Martin Luther and all the people that helped the Weakening of the Christian Church,” he announced as I tried not to groan with disgust. It wasn’t like I didn’t know the information or had specific troubles with the class, but it was so boring!

Xeneya, however, looked a lot like a lost goldfish, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open, as she goggled at Mr. Harlow as if he were a foreign creature.

Which, in this case, he might be.

“Help me! I don’t get any of this!” Xeneya hissed from behind me, and I frowned at her apologetically, though I couldn’t turn around to say anything as Mr. Harlow looked as if he would bite my head off. Seriously.

Well, screw him; I didn’t want Xeneya to fail, so I spun around and started quizzing her as Mr. Harlow was scribbling something on the board, praying that he wouldn’t see us.

“Do you know what Lollards are?” I questioned her and she shook her head, looking pale, as if she just saw a ghost. Heck, she looked like a ghost herself!

“Erm… are they a type of fish?” she answered meekly and I tried not to splutter with hysterical laughter as I denied her hypothesis.

“Lollards were followers of John Wycliffe, who was the one that translated the Bible into English,” I explained and she nodded, though I had the feeling that she really had no clue what I was talking about.

Out of nowhere the bell rang, scaring the bejesus out of the class as we shot up out of our chairs and began to pack our things away.

“Remember the test!” Mr. Harlow called sharply as he marched out of the classroom, and the usual chatter finally filled my ears. I skimmed through my two pages of detailed notes and descriptions, zipping up my bag as I and turned to wait for Xeneya, who was scanning her writing with a distressed expression on her still white face.

“How many notes do you guys have?” I asked my BFF’s.

“About two pages, how about you Xeneya?” Zenia replied and Xeneya shook her head and showed us her page. Four bullet points…

“We’re taking you to the library,” Zenia stated firmly and I nodded; Xeneya seriously needed to study if she wanted to pass the upcoming test on Thursday (we didn’t have class tomorrow).

After leaving the classroom and fighting our way to our neighboring lockers we each whipped out our phones to call our parents and ask if we could go to the library after school.  

“I can go,” I confirmed after a tedious discussion with my mom about responsibility and protection around strangers, and Xeneya confirmed that she, too, could join the study party.

“I can’t,” Zenia groaned, putting her phone away and shutting her locker. “My mom said no, and hung up before I could say anything else.”

“That sucks,” I mumbled sadly and Xeneya nodded compassionately as Zenia waved and left the building, leaving the two of us to head off to the public library to prevent Xeneya from flunking History.

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Oh guys, one more thing! Please take the time to read the Author’s Notes if there is IMPORTANT: written, because it’s, well, important! Thanks guys ;)

Yuki