Second Draft
I have done some editing, I tried to give more attention to the protagonist's feelings towards a teacher. Also, showcase his need for belonging and the internal fear.
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When she entered the room, the class did
not go quiet, as usual. The other kids did not notice her. She entered
quietly, looked around and quickly made her way to the teacher’s desk. She
walked so fast that her scarlet hair stayed in the air for a while, drifting, as
if the wind was just waking up and still not making a sound. A few of the kids
now realised that this unfamiliar woman was staring at the class from the
teacher’s desk. Whispers flew around the classroom and everyone now had their
eyes on her.
‘My name is Becky, I will be covering Ms Danger
for a while,’ she said. She told us that she came from Utah, but she had just
gotten her degree from University of Chicago. She was so happy to be able to teach
us lot. She was pretty.
She started then, one by one, asking names.
’Let’s start from the table closest to the door’ she said. ‘Tell me, please’
she added, ‘your name and your favourite thing’.
‘My name’s Tom, and my favourite thing is
dogs’, ‘I’m Susie and I love the sky’. It carried on, one by one in a clockwise
motion. The class introduced themselves while Becky took notes, her hand softly
gliding on the surface of a warm yellow notebook. With one smooth motion she
moved her hair behind her left ear exposing her shining skin, rosy cheeks with
a few freckles on the left cheek that combined to form a sort of constellation.
It seemed familiar but running through my memory I wasn’t quite sure… If only I
could have a better look, I thought, as Connie, who sat behind me smacked me in
the head with a pencil.
‘It’s your turn you dumbo,’ he said, and the
class broke out in laughter.
‘There’s no need for that, Connie,’ The teacher
shouted half seriously.
She walked towards me. With every step she
made my heart skip a beat. ‘Kiss me’ I thought, ‘love me’, I thought. I did not
quite understand as these thoughts were something I only heard in movies. Unfamiliar
yet so warming as if early morning sun laid its fingers on my chest. She
smelled of almonds, like marzipan. I wondered how long can I keep that smell
inside me…
She gently glided her fingers across my
head. ‘Now tell me’, she started, ‘what is your name and favourite thing?’. ‘I
love constellations!’ I shouted in an uncontrolled, stammering voice, much like
a faulty megaphone cracking in the middle of a word. ‘Const… Const…’ Houston we
have a problem, my brain is on fire. ‘Const…ellations!’ Hers looked like
Delphinus.
‘And what is your name?’ She added.
‘My name is Delphinus’ I replied as my face
started to burn.
The confusion on her face was unbearable. I
felt like I was set on fire, flesh melting, dripping off my skull, the class’s
laughter was now even stronger than before like a whip slicing my back open. ‘What
an interesting name’.
‘It’s Marcus!’ I said, hastily.
‘Even better, now tell me Marcus what’s
your favourite constellation? Wait…’ She paused for dramatic effect. ‘Let me
guess…’ Class started ‘Del-phi-nus’, She smiled uncovering her teeth, that too
was perfect. She gave me one last look
before moving on to the table in front of me, but I swear to god, once she
looked at me, and the class was shouting ‘Delphinus’ her hand glided alongside
her cheek, sort of pointing out those freckles that fascinated me and looked
just like constellations in the night sky.
Soon after, she went around the class
getting everyone’s name and class started as usual. She glanced at me once or
twice, both times turning her left cheek towards me.
The bell rang and the class that had sat so
quietly for almost whole hour, stood with the force of a incoming tsunami,
drawing all the kids from their desks and launching them through the door. No
matter how hard I tried to hold on to my desk, hoping for her to stroke my hair
again, I was pulled along as well, submerged with all of them. Then, through
the door into the confluence in the corridors, filling it with every other
classroom into one unstoppable channel forcing its way through the narrow
school corridors leading to the canteen, pulling everything and everyone under.
For a solitary moment I could have drowned in this current. It was magical,
actually, for those thirty or forty seconds running from the classroom to the
canteen, time would somehow freeze. Like a football floating down a river,
without any real effort, surrounded by kids from other classes I would make my
way to the canteen. Everyone burning with the energy that comes from being a
part of a mass gathering. Everyone bonded by the goal. The faster you are the
better food you will get, the better seat.
I was somewhere in the middle, still
submerged, still not completely free, still lost in northern hemisphere. Kids pushing from both sides. Inch by inch we
moved forward, towards the lunch lady.
‘You are pathetic, Delphinus’ Connie whispered
loud enough for everyone to hear,
‘Delphinus,
del-phi-nus’, everyone joined in, bursting with joy and laughter, grabbing me
with their little fingers and dragging me back. ‘Let me go, let go of me!’ I
screamed, but no one seemed to hear me. Like an Ivy, crawling, wrapping around
my fragile body, no matter how hard I try to escape their poisonous reach they
would let go of me. Soon enough, I found myself pushed back to the end of the
queue, back to the door, almost, embarrassed and sad.
When I
finally reached the kitchen, there was barely any food left. The stew plopped on
my plate and looked mushy and gooey like it had been chewed up and spat out. They’d
ran out of pastry too.
There were
almost no seats left. When I tried to approach the empty one, the whispers around
it formed a brick wall that I could not bring myself to pass.
‘Marcus’ a very familiar voice reached me from behind. I could feel that scarlet hair, I knew
it drifted in the air behind me.
‘You can
sit with me, Marcus’
She still
smelt of marzipan.
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