Okay so i finished off the second chapter to the story, it isn't that long and i'm hoping to write more now that Easter is over so enjoy.
Also i need a name to the story as its currently named 'Damnation' on my computer, should i keep it as that and rename the thread or another name? Thoughts??
I took my exercise book out of my folder and began to copy notes off the board as I plugged my iPod into my ears and turned on Bad Habit by The Dresden Dolls their familiar sound rang through the headphones.
and you might say it's self-indulgent
and you might say it's self-destructive
but, you see, it's more productive
than if i were to be happy
I sang quietly to myself without even noticing.
“What was that teaghan?” asked the teacher.
“Uhm, sorry what did you say?” I replied in a bored voice, he knew very well that I hated talking in front of the class, oral assessments were a nightmare for me.
“I asked you who Lord Balfour was” he replied sternly.
“He was the British Foreign Secretary who issued the Balfour Declaration for Palestine” I replied quietly as I went back to listening to the music, which was now on shuffle and I was listening to Hey There Delilah by Plain White T’s.
The bell rung on time today and I got up packing my things away. I was the last one to leave and the teacher called me over.
“Teaghan what’s up?” he asked cautiously, he’d asked me this for the past week, was I okay, was anything up and I was getting incredibly sick of the constant questioning.
“Nothing” I replied; my usual answer “as I have said for the past week and on other occasions there is nothing wrong, now get off my case, geez” I finished bluntly as I quickly got out of the classroom and to my next class.
Maths, this was easier, I was able to deal with Jess and her boyfriend Brad’s questions, they were easy to deal with as they just gave up if I didn’t answer them. I sat down in my usual seat still listening to my iPod I muttered a quick hello to Jess and Brad and set about my work. Although maths was boring the thinking involved needed my absolute attention so on days like this it was easy to just get completely absorbed into the work, this is why I didn’t notice the knock at the door. The teacher tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped as I pulled out a headphone “Yes sir?” I questioned.
“There’s uh, someone to see you outside, leave your work” he finished abruptly, this was also the good thing about this class, if you were quiet and did your work he paid no attention to you.
I got up, curiosity had gotten the better of me by the time I was at the door and I had become jittery in the short walk. As I turned the corner I saw my Year Advisor and a rush of relief went through me, if I was in trouble for something (which was highly unlikely) it’d be easy to weasel my way out of it.
She spoke first “Is there anything you’d like to tell me about your last period in Modern History Teaghan?” she enquired firmly.
“That um Lord Balfour issued the Balfour Declaration?” I replied I knew EXACTLY what this was about and it had nothing to do with Lord Arthur James Balfour.
“No, that you told your teacher to get off your case and that you haven’t been ‘yourself’ for a while now, what’s going on?” her tone was serious, but motherly at the same time, I hated when she did this, it made even harder to lie to her.
I wasn’t about to let my guard down “there’s nothing wrong, maybe I’m a little stressed but that’s it, nothing I can’t handle, I’m fine” I quickly replied trying to sound un-fussed. The bell went just as I walked back into class, I sighed, what a productive lesson, spent most of it arguing with the year advisor.
I packed my belongings up and rushed out of the room, hoping that the library was open so I could finish the work I didn’t finish during the last lesson, this allowed me to do two things that were to my liking and one was to skip lunch and the other was to avoid as many people as possible. I was lucky, the library was open and one of the senior study rooms was unoccupied so I quickly snagged it before anyone else did.
I got my work out once again and plugged my iPod in this time listening to Hinder’s song Heaven Sent, this song meant so much to me, and it was OUR song, once upon a time, when I meant something to anyone. My mind continued to drift as I remembered memories that were as if they were another persons now; I couldn’t remember who that girl was.
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