Where The Heart Lies

Chapter I

Hi, I hope you'll give my story a chance. It's a little sad at the beginning, but if you could just bear with me, I promise you it gets better, and lighter. 

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By the way, that's a picture of June on the side ^_^   ---> 

CHAPTER I

  “June!” A distant voice echoes in my head. “June Davis.” My eyes open lazily and I can vaguely distinguish the face of one very angry-looking teacher.

“Yeah?” I sit up slowly in my seat, placing both hands on my laps carefully before finally looking up at him. A frustrated scowl occupies his face and his arms are crossed over his chest menacingly.

“Miss June Davis, this is the third time that I find you asleep during class. I’m afraid this means that I have to send you to the Principal’s office.” He furrows his thick eyebrows even more, like it really bothers him at all.

“Sure.” I make my chair screech as I pull away from my desk, and stand up, throw my unopened book in my bag, put it on my shoulder and walk straight towards the door without looking back.

Naturally, everyone’s whispering excitedly. I resist turning around and yell out “big deal, I’m going to get shouted at. How about you get on with your miserable, unimportant, little lives?”  

But I don’t. I never would. It’s not worth it.

I walk at a snail's pace down the neat corridor, not in a hurry to get scowled at by a neat woman who’s never done anything remotely bad in her life and still acts like she understand every delinquent who shows up in her tidy office. 

I arrive in front of her door too soon for my taste, and I don’t even bother to knock; she doesn’t deserve any of my respect. I don’t owe her anything as far as I’m concerned.

“Miss Davis, next time, knock, will you?” She snaps at me dryly.

I move my head up and down like I care but know perfectly well that next time I definitely won’t.

She stares at me from behind her rectangular glasses, her sharp and icy blue eyes judging me probably as a poor girl who will never go anywhere in life. I can’t blame her for that. I probably agree with her anyway.

“Sit down.” she nods at the leather chair placed in front of her desk and sits down herself.

She has a very straight position compared to my slouched one. Everything about her is tight. Her face, her posture, her voice… Even her platinum blond hair pulled into a tight bun.

“June. This is the fourth time you end up in this office in less than a month. And in total ever since you’ve been accepted here, you’ve seen me more than a dozen of times for intolerable reasons.” She states gravely. "What did you do this time? Fell asleep in class again?"

“Mhmm.” I grunt.

“Well, this is not acceptable. You are in an elite private school, and we shouldn’t have to deal with such…” She rants on, but I tune her out and stare out the window absentmindedly.

My mind is no where really. I don’t know what to think. My main goal every day is to just get up in the morning and breathe in and out.

“… So we will have to inform your parents –“she continues without noticing my attention is elsewhere.

“They’re not my parents.” I interrupt.

“Miss Davis, I am aware of your situation, but don’t try to change the subject…” She starts again, not bothering to mumble an apology like anyone else would. She stopped on my fourth visit.