Online Verhalen

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Chapter 1
“Hi..” I stuttered as I set foot into the large classroom. About 30 eyes were staring my way and I felt terribly abashed as I wasn’t as self confident as most people my age. It was my first day at Serenity High school, I was two weeks late and I had certainly missed a lot of class time.
“Ms. Devour?” The male at the front of the classroom said without smiling. I was appalled by his stern voice and mad look but I simply nodded.
“Yes sir.” I stuttered and bowed.
“Great, sit next to Mr. Flinch, there in the back.”
I nodded again and paced myself to the boy in the back. He had blond hair, perfect teeth and brown eyes. He smiled. Yes, he smiled. For the first time I saw someone at the school campus smile. I smiled back sheepishly while tripping over one of the bags on the floor. I fell to the ground and was awakened from my daydream in no time. I quickly stood up and sat down, my face was burning and I knew now for sure that I was as red as a tomato. “You ok?” The boy next to me said. I quickly nodded, trying to hide my tears of embarrassment and opened up one of the books.
“Ms. Devour?” The docent said to me. I stood up right away and bowed.
“Yes sir.” I said gently trying to hide my fear and humiliation.
“The other book, and wouldn’t it be a pity if you had to make such a lot of noise standing up and sitting down every time someone says your name, hm?” He rose one of his eyebrows and walked to his bureau. I sat down quickly and took out the other book. Oh, I could cry out loud. How embarrassing!
“No worries, it’s only Sir Browne, he’s very... strict, is the word.” The boy next to me whispered. I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to cry, but I would humiliate myself even more. “Oh...” I finally let out.
“By the way, my name is Asher Flinch and I’m from the UK. I heard you are too?”
“No, I’m from France, actually, but I’ve lived in the UK since I was 7. Oh, and my name is Carmen Devour.”
“Awesome. I like France! Where about did you come from?”
“The South, St. Tropez, Marseille, Monaco, you know...”
“Indeed.” Asher looked at the board when he realized that Sir Browne was staring at us. I quickly looked too as I wasn’t going to get in trouble on my first day.
“I would really appreciate if the sir and madame in the back would not talk during my lesson!” He yelled as he bowed over our desk.
“Yes sir.” Asher and I said in unison.
“Thank you.” He spat at us and walked away.

The whole geography class was crap. Sir Browne was so mean and everyone seemed to be afraid of him. There was a certain atmosphere around us and everyone was tensed and nervous. My heart beat a million miles a second when Asher touched my hand. His warm hand touched mine when Sir Browne came to my desk and slammed his book on my table. Ugh. I was just drop dead lucky that there was at least one person that accepted me on the first day.
“So,” Asher said as we walked through the hallway into the dining room. “do you want to take your lunch and let me be your guide through the school for half an hour?” He smirked and took my hand.
I was getting red. Again. “Yes, sure!” I was able to say.
“You seem to be the shy type of person, I see.” Asher winked.
“Yeah. That’s me.” I grinned and accepted his hand.
We walked around the school and visited every class. The whole school campus was immense. In total there were seven buildings, each with a colossal amount of classrooms. The boarding houses were just as capacious as the school buildings. We went to visit the head master and I was assigned a boarding room.
“Exeter second floor, third room on the left.” The master had said a little bit annoyed that people were visiting him about such trivial matters. “It’s nice that you came, Ms. Devour.” He had muttered and walked to his office private room.
Asher and I marched out the door and into the main hall and made a trip to the boys boarding house. It was just the same as the girls their house but with blue walls instead of yellow. It was pretty awesome and in no time we were in Asher’s room.
“This is my room. I requested a room for myself, so I got one. It’s not immensely big or anything, but it is able to have two people inside.” I smiled. Was he requesting for me to come over one night? What should I say?
“That’s nice... A room all for yourself. Awesome!” I mentioned.
He smiled and walked outside. “It’s time to go. Class starts in five minutes.” He headed out the door, and I wasn’t sure if he was leaving me behind or not so I just followed him. “What’s your next class?” I asked quickly changing the subject.
“English III. I reckon that you’re going to Math II now?”
I nodded and looked in his eyes. I stared at his face for a few seconds and then I realized that it was considered rude to stare. “Sorry.” I quickly let out and walked away, but before I could set another step he took my hand.
“Meet me tonight in the lounge, most kids go there between 7 and 9. Let’s chill. I’ll introduce you to some kids and we’re just gonna have fun.” He winked and walked away. Had I really just been invited to a party? Or at least a meeting between the cool kids? I nodded, not even realizing that he had already disappeared and then walked outside.
I had absolutely no idea where my next class was, even after the tour through the school. “You must be Ms. Devour?” A girl about my age said. I nodded and investigated her.
“You’re in my math class.” She smiled and dodged her head to the left to indicate that I was going the wrong way.
“Goodness gracious. Thanks!” I smiled brightly very happy that someone remembered me and helped me. She smiled and nodded and started walking towards building number three. “Just so you remember, it’s building number three, third floor and unfortunately not the third room, but the second.” She smiled and quickened her pace. “Madame Ruby is our math teacher this year and she’s pretty nice. She’s unlike the others, happy and bright.” She seemed relieved that she could have said that.
“Awesome.” I said maybe a little bored. “Sorry, if that sounded as if I was bored, I really didn’t intend to do that.” I blushed lightly and stared at her. She shook her head quickly and hopped to the door. We walked in silence to our class and in no time we started math.

That evening I lay on my back staring to the ceiling. The lounge party had been awesome and I had met some new people. Asher had a few really awesome friends. People seemed to accept me, luckily, and Asher seemed to be in the center all the time. He was magnificent. He was the passion of the school, and I just realized how fortunate I had been to be placed next to Asher Flinch the very first day.
“Morning my gorgeous.” Asher said while taking my blanket off. I was wide awake by the first sound of his voice that morning.
“What on earth are you doing here?” I exclaimed.
“Waking you up.” He smiled at me.
“Why would you want to wake me up? After all, I’m nothing but a newbie around here, and there are many other, pretty, awesome, cute girls you can wake up instead of me.” I laughed a little.
“None of them are as gorgeous and as beautiful as you.” He winked again.
Was I still dreaming this? Because this seemed nothing like reality. The most popular guy in the school wanted to wake me up, called me the most gorgeous girl in the world and wanted me to be happy. I mean, I was nothing but a shy, diffident little sixteen year old and I certainly wasn’t worth a handsome, self confident, hunk. In fact, he was the total opposite of myself.
“So, are you going to get out of that nest of yours or do you want me to pull you out?” He grinned. I quickly shook my head and got out of bed. I looked towards the place he was standing but by the time I looked, he had disappeared.
“Asher, where are you?” I smirked and looked around me. Had he simply disappeared? Or had I lost control of my dream and imagined that he was there. Maybe, I had imagined the whole day at school!
Feeling sorrow I dressed myself and did my hair and makeup. Why did this have to happen? Why did I have to be so timid? Why was I me? Why? I started crying. I hated having deforced parents, I hated having to move schools every year. I hated not knowing the truth...
“Why are you crying?” Asher said popping out of nowhere.
“Where the heck did you come from?” I shrieked, my eyes still read with tears.
“Where I was all along, your room.” He smiled faintly at me and walked towards me. I smiled back and to my surprise I hugged him. He hugged back, luckily, and we stood there for a long time in silence just hugging.
“I knew you were coming to this school, Carmen.” He whispered.
“You didn’t know me before I came...” I said a little bit confused.
“I know lots of things.” He laughed.
I felt a little bit uncomfortable around Asher all of a sudden. “Hey, uhm... I just came here yesterday... I mean, I think it’s going a bit quick... You know, everything is so sudden...” I murmured.
He nodded. “You’re right.” He said. I can wait. For a long time if it’s necessary. He looked at me, I looked in his eyes. His dark brown eyes stared into mine while I stared back. “I can’t resist you...” He said. “You’re my type. Shy, beautiful, funny, a little bit foolish and just perfect.” He kissed me. He kissed me. He kissed me!! I couldn’t believe it. What was happening?
“Why did you kiss me?” I exclaimed. “You know me for a day, and then all of a sudden you kiss me? I mean, dude!” I yelled at him. I was frustrated, amazed, sad, angry...
“Sorry Carmen, it’s just... I love you, I see your whole history by touching you. I hate you, I love you, I can’t resist you Carmen! I know it’s the first day, I know you love me back, I know you’re stressed now. I know, I know, I know. But trust me, it’s all for the best at the moment. Meet me in my room, tonight, and I’ll explain a few things to you.” With that said, he was gone. He simply and magically disappeared, leaving me behind like a befuddled donkey.
“Thanks!” I yelled. “Thanks for kissing me, thanks for hating me, thanks for spying on me, thanks!” I cried. I wasn’t embarrassed this time. In fact, I was reassured. I sat down on the floor, burying my face in my hands. I sobbed, softly, without noise and thought of what I was going to do today. I could pretend I was sick, but then I wouldn’t be allowed to show up in his room tonight either. I stamped out of my room and realized then that I forgot my books. I hurried back and gathered together my books for my classes.
“Carmen?” A boy said.
“Yes...?” I answered quickly indicating that I was in a hurry.
“I think that you’re in my science class. Biography to be specific.” He smiled at me. “My name is Lorenzo by the way. I know, it seems like people are popping up everywhere and that you’re jumped on by random people but trust me, it’s for the best. In your second year you’ll understand.”
I sighed and walked with him to our next class.
“So I reckon you’re Carmen Devour, and you’re from France?” He asked sympathetically. I nodded and looked at him. I knew him from something or somewhere.
“So you’re Lorenzo, what?” I asked a little bit stressed and maybe even bored.
“Lorenzo Livaro, 3rd form this year.” He said. “I’m a boarder here and my parents are divorced. I’m from Venice, Italy and I live with my mother... My dad doesn’t want to talk to me anymore after I...”
“After what?” I enquired suddenly really interested.
“Nothing.” He said abrupt and maybe even a little bit afraid.
We walked to our class in silence and I met Madam Fischer, who seemed different. She seemed to know a lot about wizards and witches... Legendary things. At one point it even seemed like there was a weird line coming out of her finger tips. I was probably just imagining it as my day had started off as shit.
I sat in the dining room on my own as expected today. People weren’t staring anymore, fortunately, but I felt lonely. Where was Asher? Did he mean what he said this morning? Did he intend to kiss me? Was it a dare from someone? Was it a test? Was he going to do something to me tonight? I shuffled my fries around on my plate and imagined what could happen tonight. Was he going to introduce me to more people? Was he going to rape me?
I sat there, motionless, not wanting to eat, I hated this school. Everyone, except for Asher, was different. They were special, they were not normal, in fact, they were acting like they were... were... like they were awesome. Every individual was acting like he or she was better.
“Carmen!” Asher pronounced while jogging my way, his brown hair swish-swooshing from left to right and his jogging pants were just there, hanging on his hips. He was gorgeous, that was certain, but I wasn’t worth him.
“Dude, where were you?” I wanted to eat lunch with you, you know, not in the cafeteria, but somewhere... special.” He requested. I frowned.
“With me?” I stuttered. “Why would you want me?”
“Cause.” He said abruptly. “Are you coming now or not?”
I shook my head. “I’ll see you tonight, in your room.” I winked at him, took my stuff and walked away. Why did I have to reject him again? Why did I walk away when he was wanting me to be alone with him? Why was I...? I stopped questioning myself. I turned around and looked for Asher, but he was no where to be seen. I decided to go to my room and relax. I had about 10 minutes left and I could maybe take a quick shower if I hurried.
I skipped over to my room and closed the door behind me. Why did I have to move here? There were so many questions that were rushing through my head, I resolved to take the rest of the day off and get some things in order. I’d mouse into Asher’s room after the ‘lights out’ call and he’d tell me what we had to do. Yes. Perfect.
I dialed the school office number on my portable and announced that I wasn’t feeling great. I was a great actor in real and on the phone it was even easier.

First of all, welcome to 'OnlineVerhalen'. You can introduce yourself in the 'Even voorstellen' forum.

I think your the first not-Dutchy on this forum. I can't talk about your writings style, cause my English is worse. But the story is nice to read (yes, I read English better than I write).

O yeah, you placed your story in the wrong forum. Yout story is about school, love and boys. This forum is about fantasy, magic, etc. The story shoud better stand in 'De Knusse portiek' cause that's about love and normal lives.

Ow, nu ik hoor dat je toch Nederlands ben, toch maar even wat in het Nederlands vertalen :

Welkom op OnlineVerhalen.

Het verhaal is goed te lezen, en ik vind het ook een amuserent verhaal. Ik ben benieuwd hoe het verder loopt, ah je hebt alweer verder geschreven, en nog veel plezier met het schrijven ervan.

Chapter 2

“It’s good that you came, Carmen.” Asher whispered in my ear while hugging me tight.
“Thanks. Why did you want me to come though?”
“I wanted you to meet my best friends since second grade, Sam and Alicia.”
All of a sudden two people jumped out. The boy had short, blond hair and very blue eyes and the girl had very long, curly hair and pointy teeth when she smiled. She looked a little like a vampire. Her eyes were brown and she had put on a lot of eyeliner. The boy was about a foot taller than Asher, who I guessed was about a meter eighty-five.
“Hi, Alicia’s the name.” The girl said sticking out her hand for me to shake.
“Carmen.” I nodded.
“I’m Sam.” The boy said looking curiously at me.
“Great to meet you guys.”
“So, you guys wanna hang out in the club?” Asher interrogated.
We all agreed and together we walked to the night club, about 500 meters away from the buildings. I felt awkward, being with people who had known each other for about seven years. I wasn’t exactly embarrassed, surprisingly, in fact I was confident around them, but on the other hand it was weird, different...
“So, what are your hobbies, Carmen?” Sam asked.
“Nothing special, tennis, hanging out with friends, laughing, you know...” I laughed a little nervously.
“That’s nothing compared to Alicia’s hobbies!” Asher derided.
“Indeed.” She nodded. “But not to worry, soon you’ll get to know it, and you’ll enjoy it with us.” She winked at me as if I was a little girl. I was angry and a little bit disappointed.
I straightened my hair as we walked down the dark street. It was windy outside and it wasn’t particularly warm. Alicia and Sam seemed to laugh a lot. Asher just walked next to me. I felt so boring. What if Asher only did this to make me feel good? What if he didn’t even care and he was given commanded to do this to new people?
“You okay Carmen?” Alicia smiled nicely. I nodded and told her I was just feeling a little cold. I didn’t like America. In fact, I hated it. I missed England, and above all, I missed France. I missed the beach of St. Tropez, I missed laughing with friends on a rubber boat on the middle of the sea, not even being frightened or put off by the scary emptiness of what was under us. The last time I went to France was when I was thirteen, my friends had organized a welcome back party for me because they were my friends. They were special and would always be there for me.
And then there was England. I had quite a few friends there too, but none of them as good as my french friends. Every winter we’d go shopping for boots in London, or in the summer we’d go jogging across the big fields full of great smelling flowers.
“Carmen?” Sam repeated.
“S-sorry.” I stuttered realizing that I had been day dreaming again.
“Haha, that’s Carmen. Carmen the dreamer.” Asher laughed. I laughed with them, not finding it funny at all, but it would be silly to be mad about it, as it was such a petty little thing.
We finally arrived at the night club and it seemed like a pretty cool place. Asher went onto the big podium and I was poked in my back by Alicia to listen carefully.
“And now,” Asher announced through the microphone. “I would like to introduce the whole school to Carmen Devour, a new student. She arrived yesterday and she’s from France.” He looked at me and winked. The whole room started clapping and I wasn’t quite able to realize that I had just been introduced to the whole school. I had just been put in the center of attention in front of over five hundred kids. I panicked but it was finished when Sam put an arm around me.
“Welcome.” He whispered in my ear. “Welcome to Serenity High School. Welcome to the community. Welcome to the place where people discover their long hidden talents.” He stared at me and when I caught his glimpse he winked.
I smiled uncomfortably but it was over soon enough when the music started and everyone started partying. Asher came to me and smiled.
“Now, there’s nothing to feel uncomfortable about anymore.” He smiled brightly and it seemed for a moment that his brown eyes were like a deep sea. Like I could sink into them and drown. He stared at me for a long time and finally kissed me on my lips. His lips were soft, as soft as baby skin, and the odor of his cologne was indescribably good.
I removed my lips from his and stared into his eyes again. I was in love, for sure, but I knew he wasn’t in love with me.
“Why did you kiss me again?” I whispered a little by whiny.
“Because I’m supposed to. I have to make you big in the school. I’m like your brother, the guy that will make you popular, and because your amazing.” He bent over to kiss me again but I refused to kiss back. To make me popular? Did I really hear that right? But something made me forget and not care. Something in me pushed me over the line of hatred and told me, kiss back. Something, whether it was my consciousness or my own will told me that I was not doing the right thing either way, so I chose for the pleasure.
We stood there kissing for a great period of time and I felt terrific. I had never felt so good.
“Like I said,” He repeated. “you’re amazing.” He looked in my eyes, and so did I. We just stared. Simply staring, nothing more.
“You’re even more amazing.” I said and walked away. I loved him. That was for sure. I loved him indescribably much, but I knew it was the wrong thing to do. I knew it was awfully stupid of me to love a guy that was probably the most popular in the school. I was a newbie, a simple loner, and I couldn’t make the huge change from a newbie to a pop. It was impossible. Anyone that tried to do that would fall into the big gap that they tried to skip.
That night I walked back alone, Asher, Alicia and Sam wanted to stay just a little longer, but I had father’s words echoing in my head. Don’t stay up too late. Make a good impression with the teachers, don’t ruin your reputation. What you do now, will reflect in your future. Be wise. Don’t waste it all. Be yourself, Carmen, I will be there in times of real need.
Those harsh, but sympathetic words were in my mind whatever I did. Father knew how to get his point across to people, and he knew how to keep it there for a long period of time. And, most important of all, he knew how to be a loving and caring father, despite the mistakes he had made. I loved him, just like I once loved my mother and Jade, my dead, best friend.

Chapter 3

Weeks past at school and I was making baby steps to being popular. I had been drunk a week before and it felt good. Everything you had done that day was just gone, for a few hours, and then they were back. Also I was getting more popular. People seemed to like me a lot and Asher and I kissed on a regular basis without even going out. People called me a slut but I shook it off me. Or, better usage of words; I drank it off me.
Whenever father would call I’d either pick up if I felt like it or I would throw the phone to the ground and laugh like a retard. How I knew this? People filmed it and showed the headmaster. As if they were any better...
I was sent to the headmaster once again and I was told to leave. The school. Leave. The. School. Were they serious? They couldn’t do that to me!
“Please! Don’t! I will act normal! I swear! Don’t make me go home, I beg you!”
The headmaster looked at me with surprise. I wasn’t supposed to be begging him. He wasn’t worth me as a student. And then it all came to me. I changed. I had changed from a normal, city girl to a high, drunk, slut. And I knew it. I had been that all along the past 5 weeks at school and I hadn’t noticed.
“I’m sorry!” I cried suddenly. I yelled and I sobbed there, not wanting to leave the school and feeling pity for what I had done to myself. What a fool I had been for wanting to be so popular, kissing Asher for no apparent reason, just for the feeling, the flow, and the sensation. I was a slut and I knew it. And now, I was getting what I deserved. I was getting expelled.
“Please, sir...” I said gasping for air. “I just noticed my mistake, I had transformed into a whore, a prostitute thinking I was smart, but now I know I wasn’t! Give me a second chance, please! I will stay in my room every night, I will hand in my iPad and iPhone but please, leave me here. Let me stay!” I started weeping again. Black tears were rolling down my cheeks.
“Right.” The headmaster said firmly. “I get your point, I see you have an urgent urge to stay here. But for what apparent reason?” He asked lifting an eyebrow.
“For my education, reputation and for myself. Because I know I need to learn. I know I have to change into the old me in order to reach my father’s expectations. Everyone makes mistakes, sir. Everyone deserves a second chance in life, and I know that this is mine. Please give it to me. I will handle it with care like you handle a baby with love. I will work hard and prove the people that thought I was a drunk little loser wrong. The person that is talking to you now is the one that has been hiding in me since I came to the school. Please, sir, please.” I sighed clasping my hands together tight.
“Alright then. Off you go. But we will be keeping a vigil eye on you!” He said. Was he seriously smiling at me now? Was he forgiving me? Was he letting me stay here for until I misbehaved again? Really? I couldn’t believe it. Tears of joy came to my head without me realizing. I was blissful and blessed. But from now on I had to change. I had to throw out my bad side and only let the bright side shine.
Whatever would come next, would be me, not my friend’s expectational me.
I walked down the hall of the main office and took off my bracelet that Sabrina had given me. I had put it on with laughter, my brain still numb from the great amount of alcohol and my head a little bit shaky. I didn’t care. I was popular, people loved me, I had been able to skip the big gap of steps from loser to winner, but now karma was happening. I had pushed down my beloved ones, and impressed the fakers. At least, I thought they were fakers.
It didn’t take me long, the walk to my room, but when I did get there, I was exhausted. I checked my face in the mirror and I stared at a reckless, dumb, little teenager. I was stupid. I had been dumb. I took off my leaked mascara and my left over eye shadow and put on my pajamas. I was exhausted, literally out of battery.
I lay in bed thinking of the next day. I was going to have to avoid Alicia, Asher and Sam for a bit, or they were probably already ignoring me a little... To them I was a chicken. I wasn’t used to any staying up late and I thought I was cool by drinking... I wish I never did that. I wish I stayed myself. But now I know, that that is one of the hardest things to do.

“Carmen, Carmen wake up!” A high pitched voice told me. I opened my eyes slowly and was collided by the bright light that was shone by me. I sat up quickly looking around and realizing that I was luckily still in the same room I was when I went to bed. “Carmen, get out of that bed and dress yourself!” A girl with blond hair said to me. Her eyes were humongous and they were sea blue. Her curly, blonde hair was tied back in a red ribbon and her cute pink dress looked quite old fashioned, yet very nowadays.
“Who are you?” I questioned as I got out.
“Marilyn, I come to wake everyone up and I am quite late on schedule. By the way, I’m basically your house sister. I sleep on the 5th floor. It only has one room, made for me!” She smiled happily and skipped away. She seemed like she was in grade 12, the highest.
I had never been awakened by her before so I was surprised. Maybe, they were keeping an eye on me. In that case, I had to change. Rapidly.
I took off my pajamas and shoved my feet in my slippers after I put on a skirt and a top. I didn’t look bitchy for the first time in two weeks. I liked it. I took an apple from my fruit basket and gathered my books before running out of the building into the other for my first class. I was familiar now, with everything. Nothing was a surprise anymore. I loved this school. I hated myself. I loved Asher. I hated geography.
I walked towards Asher to tell him how sorry I was, but when I tapped on his back he wrenched away. I was shocked. And surprised, and I had just been fascinating how nothing in this school surprised me anymore!
“What?” He snarled.
“I... I just came to say hi, that’s all...” I whispered a little bit offended.
“Well, hi.” He said abrupt and quickened his pace.
“Asher!” I exclaimed. “Asher, I can’t! Don’t do this to me. Don’t push me back over that gap from popular girl to newbie. Simply push me back a few steps, not the whole stairway!” I cried. I was sad. I was a loner, and I had been all along. And the worst part was, I was realizing it myself.
“You were the one that nearly got expelled. You were the one that was drunk every night.” Asher said firmly.
“I know!” I sobbed. “And I know it was wrong. But you liked it! You even kissed me when I had my first liter of vodka!”
“Yes, because I didn’t want to drop you like that, Carmen. And now, you’re the one that’s taking the step back. The huge, immense step from pop, to newbie. I know it’s harsh, and I also know that you’ll survive...” He looked at me, relaxing his face muscles. “And Carmen,” He said coming closer. “I will always be there for you when you really need me. But at this moment, you don’t. You got yourself into the crap, you get yourself out.” He held my hand for another second and then he walked away.
I wiped my tears and walked the opposite way of Asher. Maybe, it was better like this. Maybe, if Asher would stay away from me, I would stop loving him, as the chance that he would once love me back was one out of a million. I jogged the last little bit as I was getting late.
“Ms. Devour, nice having you again after the clock has indicated that it is past 8:30.” Madame Courtyard said with a firm face. I nodded and apologized and scuffled to my seat.

The classes took long. Especially because I spent all of the time on my own and it wasn’t the happiest thing to do. Now I realized. I didn’t get to sit with Alicia, Sam, Asher, Mariah, Oprah and Will anymore. Now I had to sit on my own. Time went by like a slug. It was horrible. I hated it an awful lot.
I stared at Sam who also didn’t seem as happy as usual. Our eyes crossed each other a few times and sometimes it felt like he wanted to stand up and walk my way. I left ten minutes early because I couldn’t bear the awful lot of chattering far away from me, and the creepy silence close around me. It was horrid.
I set foot in geography class a long time before everyone arrived and Sir Browne seemed to be surprised.
“Looking down, Carmen.” He suggested.
“Just a little, disappointed.” I nodded. “But nothing to worry about. What are we studying today in geography?” I asked changing the subject.
“The population in the capital of Cote d’Ivoire.” He said gather papers.
I nodded and took out my atlas. Soon enough the whole class came. Including Asher. He didn’t see me, or, he pretended that I wasn’t there. I was heartbroken, sad by the fact that I was confronted with the feeling of loneliness. A feeling that I expected never to feel again after coming to this school.
“Page 153.” Sir Browne said while writing something on the board. I was not on the subject of geography with my mind. I was nowhere.

Leuk verhaal, zo leer ik ook nog eens wat beter engels

Heb het nog niet helemaal gelezen, maar ga ik zeker nog wel doen

Ik heb alleen één kleine opmerking: in begin zeg je zoiets als:

Dat ze door de hal lopen naar de 'dining room' past canteen hier niet beter?
Want een dining room hoort meer in een huis of je moet het zo bedoelt hebben of zo.

@ justme

Haha dat klopt, en dat kan ook, maar dining room kan overal wel, dining betekent eten of dinner, snap je, dus het kan allebei wel..
Maar toch bedankt voor je opmerking en ik vind het leuk dat je het leest!

groetjes,