I was honestly surprised. Trace was silent most of the time but when he wanted to have a conversation, man could he carry on a conversation. The entire ten minute break consisted of him talking about his life here in this great mansion. The others seemed very interested in what he had to say. Commenting here and there while Maxine held that dreamy look the entire time. Although I wasn't bored with the conversation, I wasn't as interested in it as the others. I personally was more curious as to why Kyle and Jennica were gone.
I kept trying to push the question from my mind but it kept slipping back into my thoughts. Maxine and Trace obviously knew something about it. Or maybe Maxine was acting strange for another reason. However Trace I was sure knew something. Maybe they just had to go home and it was a coincidence that it was the both of them. Did their parents not want them here? Did they not want to be here? So many unanswered questions but the thought of asking Trace about it felt...odd. Made me feel nosy and the constant thought that kept me from asking. The simple 'It's none of your business'. It was none of my business but is it wrong to wonder?
"Well time to head back to class everyone" Trace said standing up gradually, brushing off his dark jeans. Danny and Darren quickly stood up soon followed by Maxine. I frowned ever so slightly standing up to straighten my skirt. Trace had just jumped from the quiet, Mr. Reddington's son, to a popular kid that everyone wanted to be around. In just ten minutes. Trace stepped away from the couch before heading up the grand stair case. The two brothers shoving each other as they made their way up.
Maxine turned to me "Coming Myra?" she asked brushing a strand of her blonde hair back behind her ear. I nodded as she made her way up the stairs after the boys. I paused at the bottom of the steps staring around the empty living room. This family really wasn't one to have family days were they? Now that I took a good look around the bright living room there wasn't a TV. Don't families usually hang around a TV and watch movies or something rather? Just a coffee table with dark brown leather couches surrounding it. An expensive looking vase sat on the table with a bouquet of red roses filling it. Large curtains pulled back letting in the warm sun light. "Myra?" called Maxine from up the stairs. I turned my attention away from the room and headed up the steps.
"Coming!" I called running my hand along the railing as I went. I caught up to the group who were already gathering in the class room. Sitting in their spots again. Danny had his arm tossed around Maxine's shoulders earning a glare from her. Trace chuckled and looked up at me as I entered. I quickly looked away and hurried over. In my hurry to get to my seat my foot just nicked the leg of the table, sending my flying towards the floor. The rug that sat beneath the table came rushing towards my face and right before I face planted I felt something grab the collar of my shirt in the back. I gagged as the front of the shirt pulled against my neck.
"Careful Miss Myra. We wouldn't want you getting hurt on your second day." a voice spoke in a even tone. With ease I was picked up by the arm and set back on my feet. Turning around I see Mr. Acheson standing before me, lowering his arm. I blinked, my teacher just stopped me from falling with one hand. One hand that easily lifted me off my feet before setting me down again. "Right now that we're done trying to make a fool of ourselves why don't you have a seat Miss Myra" he grunted and sat down in his chair. My face burned in embarrassment. I sat down next to Trace folding my hands neatly on my lap.
"You alright?" whispered Trace trying not to interrupt Mr. Acheson. Who was talking about the essay. I glanced at him and nodded wishing my hair was down to hide my face. Trace nodded looking at me with concern before turning his gaze to the teacher. I took a deep breath and looked at Mr. Acheson. Not daring to look at my other class mates. That was not something you experienced everyday. My question is... how the hell did Mr. Acheson lift me up with one hand.
It wasn't long before I slipped off into my own little world. Replaying the image of the rug closing in fast and each time I kept trying to figure out how a teacher, who wasn't at all buff. lifted me with one hand. Adrenaline maybe? Although that seemed unlikely maybe he was just a strong guy. I had my thumb pressed against my lips staring at the table in deep thought. I just need to watch where I'm going next time. That simple.
After a while Mr. Acheson passed out our 'graded' essays. He didn't have grades exactly, he judged your work from beginner to advanced. According to him that is. Of course he actually read through them all and left feed back in red ink. The essays were actually kind of fun and easy. We just had to give a short summary of the book he read and write down our opinion on it. He handed over mine without looking at me quickly moving on to Maxine. I held the thin page in my hand staring at the red writing. In simple words at the top it read,
'Very good Myra. I enjoyed the effort you put into this essay. Keep up the good work and you may just pass my class.'
I stared at the writing blankly. I MAY just pass his class? What kind of feed back was this. He didn't write anything to say how I could improve or where my mistakes were. I knew I had some such as few sentences that I got lazy on. Keep up the good work? Although I greatly appreciate this feed back I wanted some helpful feed back to help me improve. After all I wanted to be an author one day and he says keep up the good work?! I sighed and set the assignment on the table, there was no reason to be getting worked up over this anyways. It was one assignment that I didn't try very hard on. Besides maybe he wanted to keep it simple for the first assignment that seemed reasonable enough. The others were talking about their feed back. Most of them seemed rather pleased, except for Danny who was frowning at his paper.
I can't wait for class to be over.