Chapter 7: A different dream
I wake up late. It wasn't a surprise, given the difficulties I had sleeping. Thinking back to yesterday, tears threaten to overflow. What I saw yesterday had scarred me.
Mom had already left. I don't know what she ate. I make breakfast for myself, put on my uniform and drive to school.
My first class today is English, Mr.Keat's.
That man brings with him a wave of happiness, a unique warmth – like that of the sun on a cold day.
"Good morning fellas! How have my warriors been?"
He is always this cheerful. Mr.Keat's class is where one can find me genuinely happy, other than the one time I embarassed myself with the "a world without dads".
"I hope y'all are working on your essays which are due this Saturday. You may or may not turn it in. I would be happy enough to teach you in the same class again." he winked.
"Now, I am obviously not as good as John Keating but I'd try my best. What is poetry?"
Poetry.
I love it. There's all these feelings I feel when I read. Maybe it's my life that had made me feel a little too much a little too early. I am not very good with words, like I can not write good poetry, but I have great ones memorized – for instance, Lord Byron's She Walks in Beauty.
'She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies'
My mind revises it like it's Bible.
I think of the most poetic way to answer his question when Principal Wanderte interrupts the class.
The class rises to greet him.
"You do not see me very often. It's true, and it shows on your faces that you're very curious to know why I'm here."
Some students chuckled.
I did not. He is humorous, yes. But –
What was there to be so happy in it?
"Well we have a new student among us who shall be joining from today. Amelia, you can come in."
It's the girl from Grofers!
Ah, I think, she has such a gorgeous smile!
Why? Why do I feel this way?
I look away.
"Introduce yourself my girl" Principal Wanderte says.
"Yes sir" she bows.
"I am Amelia. Amelia Jones. I'm a transfer student from J.B. New Jersey. I look forward to studying with y'all" she bows again.
Elegance, okay. I'm not used to it.
I slap myself in my mind and look away again.
What am I even thinking?
She sits in the seat before me.
Mr.Keat welcomes her and continues with his class.
When the class ends and I am about to walk towards the door, she turns to me.
"The guy from Grofers" she smiles at me, beaming. Her tiny eyes crinkle at the edges.
She's standing in front of me and suddenly, there's just too much to look at now. The numerous curves – from her smile to her cheekbones, her neck bones, then the waist and –
I slap myself for real this time.
She gasps.
I hope she didn't catch me ogling.
"The girl from Grofers" I try to smile.
"I'm sorry I was lost in thought. I'm Ben by the way. Ben Clark. Welcome to Jacob's."
"Thanks. I'm Amelia." she offers a handshake.
I take it, nod and leave.
When did i grow so communicative?
I facepalm myself.
The day passes by just fine. I had four classes classes with Amelia. Tch. I don't know why I thought of this but yeah – I had four classes with her.
Back at home, I cook ravioli.
I just felt like cooking ravioli. Mom would be very happy. Mom –
My eyes water at the thought of her.
I have to look up ways to cure her drug addiction. I don't know how long she's been doing it but I can't just sit hand in hand. I'm also gonna keep a keen eye on her from now on, I decide.
I look it up on the internet. It takes time to get the information. There's too much of it. It's confusing. I look for therapists. I have to get her an appointment or regular appointments i suppose. My head feels heavy, very heavy.
I think I would like a nap. I lie down on my bed but sleep doesn't come as easily. I stare at the ceiling for quite sometime.
The sky is in the shades of pinks and lilacs and it looks breathtaking. The sea is a bonus. It's a marvelous sight. There are stars in the sky and they look magical. I can smell the sea. I can feel the cold sand under my feet. A cool breeze hits my face. I close my eyes and raise my head to feel it.
Then when i open them, there's a silhouette. It's not him. It's a girl. The waves in her hair are bouncing up and down as she jumps in the sand. She's giggling. It's a beautiful sound. She turns to me and offers me her hand. I take it and she pulls me with her while she runs towards the sea.
I dreamt of her – Amelia Jones.
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