I had no idea what that meant. Did they not type the whole name of the form groups?
“Um…thanks.” I offered lamely.
“That room is in the curved building over there.” She pointed to her left and I could see it through all the windows.
“Okay, thank you.” I smiled, itching to leave. She nodded, wished me luck, and walked back through the door to her seat behind the glass. Taking a deep breath, I turned back around to find my form room. I looked around the small room and found what I was looking for.
Hiding behind an unnaturally green pot plant was a button that matched the one I had missed outside. I went over and pushed it and scurried out of the reception before take two of Logan versus The Door could commence.
I looked over the wall outside of the reception and saw the small amphitheatre she had been talking about. I stepped up and sat on the railing of the wall before sliding down, too lazy to walk around the wall and down the amphitheatre steps, and walking down to the narrow staircase at the bottom.
One slight stumble resulted in my arm scraping into the rough and jagged stone wall that encased the tight staircase. I could see this staircase being massively claustrophobic when people were jostling to get around the school.
When I eventually made it to the bottom of the stairs – with my minor injury, I might add – there was a door immediately to my right. I peeped inside, the glass door was pushed open and I could see right down the corridor, and saw it led to the library.
I’d remember that.
Remembering the task at hand, I looked back ahead and saw the door into the curved building. I walked forwards quickly and went inside, looking at the grey plaque on the wall that directed the rooms. Checking my room on my timetable to be sure, I followed the arrow right and found the room I was expected to be in.
“Here goes.” I whispered, gripping the dog tags again as I knocked on the door. I heard the room fall silent and a few seconds later I heard someone tell me to come in.
I pushed the door open and immediately felt everyone stare at me. This bit used to bother me, back when we first started moving around, but now I just didn’t care. I expected it even more in this school considering the tiny community it catered for.
“I’m Logan. Logan Oliver.” I introduced myself, looking at the woman behind the desk. She seemed nice enough; quite young to be a teacher, but very bubbly looking. I had a feeling I’d like her.
“Hi, Logan!” The woman smiled. From the way she didn’t falter I assumed that she already knew what I preferred to be called. “I’m Miss Mather; I’ll be your form tutor.” Her warm smile never wavered and it was starting to weird me out.
“Cool.” I nodded, scanning the room from the corner of my eye for somewhere to sit. There wasn’t a single free seat that wasn’t next to someone.
“Just take a seat anywhere; form’s nearly over now anyway.” Miss Mather told me and I grasped onto that desperately.
“I think I’ll go find my first class then.” I realised I still had the map and my timetable clutched in my hand and lifted them up to support my feeble excuse. Giving me a look of sympathy that must be reserved for new kids, she nodded.
“That’s a good idea. Wouldn’t want to earn a reputation as someone with terrible time keeping.” Her lips twitched as if she wanted to laugh and I smiled weakly.
If only she knew.
Keeping time was practically all I did. Counting down the minutes until I had to be here or there or waiting for the next family upheaval.
I could keep time with military precision.
I blinked quickly, my throat threatening to tighten up with emotion, and tried to push the thought away.
“Thanks.” Compared to her smile and bubbly persona, I felt washed out and miserable. Like a little grey raincloud. I turned on my heel and walked out of the room, and almost instantly I could hear the chatter recommence.
I had a sneaking suspicion that this 8.30-3 day would drag at an excruciating slowness, but I leaned against the wall and looked at my timetable any way.
That was at the bottom of my “Things I’d Like to Start My First Day With” list, but there it was on my timetable laughing at me. I felt like even more of a little grey raincloud as I pushed off the wall and made my way to my class knowing what it was.
I was completely wallowing in my own self-pity when I walked the last few steps. That was why I didn’t see them. The couple kissing furiously against the wall.
It was also why I walked into them with considerable momentum.
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This MomentTeen Fiction
Logan Oliver is the girl who's always moving. Jax Daniels is the boy who's always running. For a long time neither of them have stayed still long enough to smell the roses. But after an embarrassing collision and an unexpected spark throws them to...