Topic: Light as a feather-Part Five

[mollytime]

The next day, I dressed in a singlet and t-shirt with hoodie and skinny jeans with silver slip on shoes. I grabbed my school bag and realised I hadn’t forgotten my education, so I could continue with my old school stuff. I limped down the stairs with my crutches and swung into the kitchen.
“Cereal or toast?” Mum asked, standing behind the counter.
“Cereal and a glass of water,” I said, pulling a plastic sheet of tablets out my pocket. I swallowed a tablet then drank the water to drown out the horrible taste. I quickly ate my breakfast and followed Mum out to the car. She drove quietly to school with me and dropped me off at the office.
“Remember to take your pills,” She said as I got out. I smiled to her and nodded, swinging the crutches in front of me towards the office door. A teacher leaving for his car held the door open for me.
“Thank you,”
“Good to see you back again, Jess,” He said.
“Um... I lost my memory, so who are you?” JI said nervously.
“Mr Brookes. I take you for History. See you second period,” He said. I nodded and carried on to the counter.
“Hi, I’ve just returned from hospital. May I have a spare timetable and map of the school classrooms?”
“Sure, Jess. Wait a moment and I’ll print them off for you and the classrooms you have to go to,” The lady said, turning to her computer. A minute later she handed over two pieces of paper and pointed me to a door. I nodded my thanks to her and went off, I the direction of my Home class. I swung in, late, but the teacher ignored the lateness and smiled at me. A girl ran up, a year 11 like me.
“Jess! Oh, my, gosh, you’re safe!! You won’t believe how lousy it’s been here without you,” she said, taking my hands. I nearly fell over.
“Yeah, um, listen. I kind of lost my memory in the accident and I only know who my mother and school is. Sorry,” I murmured when her face looked sad suddenly. I swung off to a spare seat and sat down on it. As the teacher took the roll, I looked at my timetable. Luckily Mum had packed the books for toady in my bag. First Period was English. I thought hard and came up with what the homework was. Write an essay on someone. Damn. Oh well. She’ll have to give it to me another time.
“Josh Hamlet,” The teacher called. I looked up. Something jolted my mind. That was my ex-boyfriend. Note to self: stay away from him. Forever.
On the way to English, he caught up with me.
“Hey, Jess. You ok? I was worried sick about you,”
“Why would you be worried? The way I see it, I broke up with you the very night of the accident,” I said angrily, turning and going off, the map of the school in my hand on the crutches’ handle. I managed to climb the stairs slowly and came late.
“Sorry. Took a while to get up the stairs,” I muttered, swinging over to my seat.
“That’s alright, Jess. I was just handing out the assessment for this term. Here, Carrie. Pass it to her please,” Mrs Fralen said, handing a piece of paper to a girl. Carrie smiled and handed it to me. I read the paper as the teacher explained what the marks were. Easy, simple, not too hard. For the rest of the lesson, Carrie helped me catch up on all the stuff we had been learning. At the end I thanked her and swung off to History, yet another pair of stairs, one going down the next up. I groaned.
“Hey Jess, why don’t you use the new elevator? We have a new student coming in with a wheel chair so that had to get one. It’s over there,” Carrie said, pointing to a pair of silver doors.
“Thanks. See ya,”
“I’m in History with you too, Jess. I’ll see you at class,” She said, waving then going up the stairs. I nodded and pushed the button for the elevator In my mind, I made notes.
Mrs Fralen is English teacher, Room 26
Stay away from Josh!
Mr Brookes is History teacher, Room 65
Carrie is nice person
Girl who ran up to me in Home class is apparently best buddie.

The elevator dinged and I swung out, nearly colliding with a boy.
“Oops. Sorry!” I said as he picked up his scattered books.
“That’s ok. I always walk too close to all kind of doors anyway, so I knew it was going to get me one day,” He said, standing up, “I’m Chris,”
“Jess,” I said. Then I hurried down the corridor and into the History room, just as the bell rang.
“Jess, you sit over there by Claudia,” Carrie whispered helpfully.
“Thanks,” I whispered back, before hurrying over and plonking down on the seat.
“Hi Jess,” Claudia said coldly.
“Hi,” I said nervously, pulling my pencil case and book out my bag.
“I don’t see why you alone are aloud to wear mufti to school,” She snarled.
“If you had a lot of pain in your leg, you wouldn’t want to wear scratchy stockings and a small skirt. These skinny jeans support my leg anyway, which helps a lot,” I said back, getting slightly angry.
“Whatever,” She muttered as Mr Brooke walked in. She perked up, fluttering her eyelids, and heaving her chest.

Claudia is in love with Mr Brooke, who is a 32 year old bachelor.

He took the roll then handed out a sheet of paper to us, a big long list of dates. Claudia smiled dreamily at him as he gave her his. He smiled nervously at he and hurried onto the next table.
“You’ll be in big trouble if he’s married,” I said to her.
“Shut up, Jess. You’re no better. You’re not even looking for a new guy,”
“First, I have to get Josh out of my head fully,” I lied, not letting on that I had memory loss.
“Whatever,” She said again, looking at the dates.
“Whatever? He’s still hanging around me like I’m covered in glue! What will my next boyfriend says if he sees Josh following me?” I asked.
“That you’re a popular and pretty girl,” Claudia said as she looked at the board.
“Yeah, right,” I scoffed.


At lunch, I sat alone at a table, my glass of water in front of me. I sighed and pulled out my little small zip lock bag of pills. I gulped them down with the water and started to eat my lunch. A lunch box was placed beside me.
“You won’t believe how evil Mrs Bellard is,” She sighed, sitting down.
“Who?”
“The Arts teacher, doofus! She practically yells at you if you accidently draw out of proportion just a tiny smidgeon. I don’t know why mum wants me to do art. It’s a horrible subject. What do you do?”
“Textiles, with Miss Cranmer,”
“Lucky! She’s really nice. What were the pills for?” Carrie asked, munching on a sandwich.
“Pain killers and one for energy. I get really tired,”
“Join the club. I could do with a ton of energy pills, only mum only allows fruit. Yuck! Any way, what happened about you and Josh?”
“He was two timing me, so I dumped him,”
“And that’s the same night of the accident? Gosh,” Carrie said.
“Yeah. And he thought he could take advantage of me this morning because I lost my memory in the crash,”
“You lost your memory? Why didn’t you tell me? I can tell you who people are and if they’re friends to you, if you want that is,” Carrie said.
“Thanks. Who were you to me?”
“Well, I wasn’t exactly a best friend, but a friend. No lies about that,”
“Cool. What have I got next? Maths, with Mr Morehan,”
“Yuck. He’ll try and get you to go out with him again. He’s hitting on you. Keep it tough though,” Carrie said quietly. I giggled and put my half eaten food back in my bag. I swung out of the chair and went off to the Maths block, getting there just as the bell rang. I groaned and started climbing the stairs. I arrived ate for maths.
“You’re late, Jessica Bradbury,” Mr Morehan snarled.
“Sorry Mr Morehan.  It took a while to get up the stairs,”
“Oh. Oops. Next time, call me and I’ll carry you up, ok?” He said gently.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I smiled, and then swung to my chair at the back. At one stage, he walked around the class, watching what the students were doing. As he came to me he bent down.
“How about dinner with me on Friday night?” He whispered.
“Sorry Mr Morehan. I’ve got to go to the hospital that night for a check up. And any way, I’m not interested in dating for a while,” I said casually. He frowned and moved on, some of the girls giggling at his blushing face. I grinned to myself and bent my head down to continue with the sums he had given us.


LIGHT AS A FEATHER PART  6