The day seemed to drag out and out after the encounter in the hallway. Normally days would fly by in the blink of an eye but… now… it felt like years since this morning. All I could remember was Ashtyn’s eyes… Her translucent blue eyes staring through the glass that sat on the tip of her nose as her gaze locked with mine.
The way they pointed at the edges, the way they twitched from shock and the way they burned crater sized holes in the back of head as I left her alone. So when I got to English with Mrs Peters at the end of the day for my last class I couldn’t have been happier. Our classwork revolved solemnly around reading the novel, The Book Thief in its entirety. Throughout the day I had read a little here and there and by the end of the class, I was up to page sixty-six.
The 2AM Conversation
“Is this yours?
“Do you want to read it?”
Again, “yes papa”
Metallic eyes, melting
“Well, we’d better read it then”
The bell sounded and I closed the novel, piling them on top of my dawdled-on white binder. I had collected my pile of pages and was about to head out into the hall when an over-exaggerated cough caught my attention. I turned sharply and found my teacher, Mrs Peters staring at me with kind, motherly eyes.
“Come here Marcel.”
“Y-yes Miss,” I stammered as I made my way past the front seat which I had previously occupied towards the teacher’s desk at the front of the room.
“Look Marcel,” she started as she leaned against her desk. She was a rather large woman, sporting a red –and rather busty- sweater with grey dress pants but her head was anything but professional. Her dirty blonde hair was curly and a mess, giving more of an art teacher feel and her makeup wasn’t professional either. If anything it looked trashy.
I didn’t know a word that could sum up Mrs Peters. “You are one of my brightest and most intelligent students and you are always the first one to raise your hand to question.” She then took her spectacles off, raised her eyebrows and stared me directly in the blacks of my eyes. “You didn’t raise your hand once today.”
I untangled one of my hands from my books as I reached behind my neck and rubbed the part where my brown locks finish. “I’ve just had a rough day Miss.” I whisper.
“Was it that Tanner boy again?”
“I don’t… I can’t…”
“Marcel… I really think that you should talk to someone about what’s going on in your life. If you won’t speak to me or your mother then--”
“I’m no taddle-tale Mrs Peters.” I answered moderately confidently, cutting her off midsentence. She looked down at her peep toe heels with a sigh. I couldn’t tell if she was scared for me or disappointed in me.
“Then write it down. Express your feelings on paper – write a letter to somebody.”
My ears pricked at the idea. Writing my feelings down in a letter… The only letter I had written was in the form of an essay. I was used to be graded on essays.
“What if I screw up though Miss?”
She stifled a laugh as her lips twitched into a smile as she realigned her specs on her nose. “These letters, if you chose to write them, won’t be graded by me or anyone for that matter. These are for you. You can write anything you want whether it be poems… short stories… or even just sentences. It doesn’t even have to make sense if you don’t want it too. Write in code. Do whatever you want! But as long as you understand it Marcel. It’s for you.”
Write a letter… I could write a letter to Ashtyn.
“Sure thing Marcel. You better head off now.”
“Okay. Thanks again.” Then I turned on my hell and left the confines of the classroom, in the direction of my locker. The hallway was cleared of all student personnel by the time I had reached my locker. I rested my books against one arm as I reached for my padlock and turned the knob the respectable ways to unlock it.
It burst open and I hooked it out of its hole, opening my locker to grab my bag. I slid all of the textbooks in my bag, hoping for a helpful distraction from today’s events. I knew that if I didn’t have my textbooks with me to keep my mind off what happened today, I would be, indirectly but still, haunted by the transparent blue of Ashtyn’s eyes. I made the way to the bus stop outside the school, knowing that I had missed my usual bus. I would have to wait for the town bus now.