All the students were very excited about the first day of senior high school. They were not just students, but they were seniors for the rest of the school now. The juniors were going to look up at them, and they had the power to set trends in the school for juniors now.
Anything that the seniors had been doing, the whole school followed it. So if the senior boys made spikes with their hair, the juniors would also be looking forward to copying them. If the senior girls left their hair open or for a change braided their hair, that would be followed by the girls in junior classes.
It was one of the best feelings to be in senior school for everybody at Liberal International School because they would get to show off and people actually noticed it. Also, being able to talk to the boys and study with them in the same class was another plus point for them as everyone would study together during their senior high school years.
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On hearing Jean’s instruction, Marie felt butterflies in her stomach. She realized that both of them were on the same page as they wanted the same thing. Once she got comfortable in her seat after removing her book and pen from the bag, she put her legs under her seat and moved a little forward for her legs to be able to go at the back even more.Now, she wasn’t concentrating on resting herself on the backrest of the chair; instead, she wanted her legs to be able to go at the back as much as possible. More so because Jean asked her to do that, and she wanted to have any of Jean’s body parts to touch any of hers as that was enough for her to feel secure. That was something which she was missing in her life big time.She started to worry after it had been a couple of minutes that her legs were under her seat, but she did not feel Jean’s legs getting any closer to hers. Was Jean trying to make fun of her or was she just
“Marie, where did you go missing yesterday?” Jacob asked after he blocked her way as she was going to the cafeteria with Jean, and before she could answer his question, Jean pitched in to show him the actual place that he belonged to, according to her. She cross-questioned, “How does it matter to you?”“I am talking to Marie, and you are not Marie,” came the reply from him.“Don’t make me angry,” warned Jean, and she added on, “Marie is my best friend, and I can answer for her.”Then she turned to Marie and asked, “Right, bestie?”The moment that she was put on the spot and had to answer the question that was thrown at her by Jean, she blanked out completely. All of a sudden, she forgot the friendship that she was in the process of building with Jean. She also forgot what Jacob was trying to do to her at the dance socials. She lost memory of anything
All the days of the week that the students were having an introduction to the first year of senior high school to help them choose a stream they would be comfortable devoting their lives to had been interesting with everyone involved in deciding which stream they were willing to build their careers in.For Marie it had also been extraordinarily interesting with so many things that had been happening in her life all at the same time, especially with Jacob having shown extra interest in her. The first day of the new academic year he had asked if he could join Jean and her for lunch at the cafeteria as senior high students had the liberty to eat with the boys on the few tables that were assigned to them specifically for this purpose.The whole of the week similar things happened. Whenever anyone would try to get close to Marie, Jean would be the barrier they would first have to clear. And that seemed too much of a task to all the youngsters as
Marie’s dad was coming to pick her up from school. She was fondly anticipating meeting her dad and was hoping that he would come alone. Eager to meet her step-mom as well, but the hope of being alone with her dad at least for some time was a dream for her every time she went home.Her step-mom had issues with Marie being alone with her own dad. The possibility may have been that she was guilty of the way she treated Marie and didn’t want to land up in trouble had Marie spoken to her father about all that. Little did she know that Marie was such a good daughter that she controlled herself every time from letting her dad know what happened at home with her only because she believed that her father loved her step-mother.Such misunderstandings prevailed for quite some time without giving anyone rest. Instead of talking to one another about the way everyone at home assumed things, they kept stuff to themselves only because no one wan
The first day at home, Marie did not think about anything to do with school. She did not even do anything much at all except for lying on the bed and playing with Shadow. Her bags were still kept on one side of the room, and that was pissing off her step-mom because they were still unpacked.Marie had some clothes in the cupboard at home, and she was changing into those because it had been months that she had been wearing the selected ones which she had taken to the hostel. She wanted to be in different clothes now that she had holidays from school, and there was nothing wrong with that.Everyone needs options and gets bored with monotony. Be it clothes or books or routine or even people these days. For Marie, it was her life; the struggle that she had to go through every time she changed her locations from the hostel to home only because she was not comfortable with any kind of changes. She wanted things to remain the way they were and not
The next day in the morning as soon as the sun rays fell on Marie’s face, it seemed like a very bright morning to her as she opened her eyes to welcome a new day of her life at home with the hope that it was going to be a better day. Suddenly, she remembered that she had to call Jean today, and that thought made her get up from the bed immediately.Shadow became alert and barked a little to see sudden movement, but he calmed down just when Marie saw him and gave him her hand to smell it. She pet him before walking into the washroom to freshen up. It was pretty early in the morning that she woke up compared to the time that she would normally wake up during her holidays. That was obviously because of the thought she had in mind about calling the person who she wanted to talk to, and that lucky person was none other than Jean.Marie freshened up and walked out of the room while Rebecca was still sleeping. Her parents were sitting in the
Jean’s reply to her message really made her very excited, and both of them started chatting with each other by sending one message after the other person replied, and that was happening in a jiffy because both of them were sitting with their phones in their hands.Marie: “I have been at home only. It is just that I got no time at all. I am sorry.”Jean: “No problem. Good you messaged me today. What are your plans for the day?”Marie: “Nothing much. I studied a little, and I think that is what I am going to do.”Jean: “Take a break! Your holidays have just started. Stop studying.”Marie: “Studying is my favorite hobby. Taking a break from it is not possible.”Jean: “How can studying be a hobby?”Marie: “The same way playing basketball can be a hobby.”Jean: “Oh please! Playing is very different from studying.”
The time stopped for Marie and Jean as they spotted each other in the park and continued staring at one another as they were walking reciprocally towards the other person. Even though Shadow was leading Marie, but he was also leading her towards Jean as he must have sensed that Jean was willingly walking towards him; dogs have that power.Both of them had their smiles growing as they were getting closer. The other people in the park thought that two friends were meeting each other, and they were not wrong in assuming that because it was very much right. The fact was that only Jean and Marie knew that there was something else which was growing between them at a pace which was very difficult to cope with. That would have been a matter of concern if they knew what it was.As they were standing in front of one another, they had their eyes fixed on each other. Not being able to understand if they should do a handshake, or hug, or give a peck on t