Chapter 3 part 3

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Sweating and panting I arrived to school five minutes before my hour and a half accounting class finish. I decided that it didn’t make sense go and instead I sat on a bench outside of the school taking in fresh air and trying to catch my breath.

Soon I heard the bell and knew it was time to grab my books from my locker and head to Spanish. I felt so hurt right now. I didn’t want to go to Spanish class and have to talk to my over energetic teacher, Señora Montero and I wasn’t in the mood to talk to Tally. No doubt she would want to know why I missed accounts. Tally is my best friend but right now I do not want to talk to anybody about what happened to me. If Veronica and every one at her party can believe I seduced Azeri then Tally will think the same. Telling her was hopeless and made no sense. 

As expected Tally was at my locker waiting for me. In her arms were her and my Spanish books. She knew the combination for my locker. 

“Thanks.” I muttered and took my books from her arms.

“Why did you miss accounts?” Tally asked.

I knew that question was coming.

“Tally I am not in the mood to talk right now.”

She watched me. I tried turning my face but it was too late. She gasped.

“What happen to your face? And why did you miss Accounts and why are you wearing a coat on this hot day, are you crazy and Sir Blanc asked me for you. ” 

Tally was throwing questions at me so fast that if I didn’t know better I would have sworn I was being interrogated by a bunch of reporters or police officers. 

I pressed two fingers against my throbbing temples and said with a nasty attitude “Tally, I do not want to talk ok. Understand?  No quiero hablar en este momento, comprehende?”

“Gosh. I was only concern. Sorry to irritate you.” She replied.

I ignored her. I just couldn’t take too much talking right now. I was feeling hurt, angry and very irritated. I just want to wake up from this bad dream. This had to be a dream.

But Tally was Tally. She would never give up.

“Before the day ends you will tell me what is wrong with you Alisa Donavan.” She said with seriousness in her voice.

I groaned and pushed the door of our Spanish class open. 

I sighed; an hour and a half of energetic Spanish. The teacher who taught this class was very energetic and therefore her class is extremely lively. And what I wanted now more than ever is just quiet not loud Spanish chatting.

Spanish along with Accounting was my major. I was never a fan of accounting but Tally was and well she persuaded me to major in it with her. To make things fair she majored in Spanish with me. I hate accounting, I mean it’s not bad but it isn’t for me and the only reason I passed last semester with a 70% was because of Tally who helped me a lot. I am planning to drop it this semester but I do not know how I am going to tell Tally that. I love Tally but accounting isn’t for me. I on the other hand loved learning how to speak Spanish. Their culture and language always fascinated me. Spanish was something I could pass with an A while Accounts was something I could pass with a B with the help of Tally. But today I wasn’t enthusiastic for Spanish.

I sat down in my sit which was at the front thanks to Tally and her damn weak reading glasses. Today of all days just wasn’t the day to be sitting at the front of the class.

 I noticed Tally observing me. Before she could read too much into my eyes I lay my head on my desk. I felt like a headache was coming my way. I cried so much today and yesterday that I was bound to get a headache some time. That was how I was. I got really bad headaches after crying a lot.

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