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The New Teacher Next Door Thirty Four
ELLEN Waking up to banging doors wasn't part of the rest I so desired. Messy hair, swollen eyes, and a grumpy face weren't the perfect combination to welcome a guest with, and so I ignored the call for a while. I laid on my bed for a minute, letting my brain reboot, and decide on what it wanted to do. The knock continued, as whoever was behind on those doors was insistent on seeing whoever was within. I stretched out on the bed, groaning in relief, as my joints make cracking sounds. I was finally awake now. I hurried over to the mirror, and began wiping my face, and arranging my hair. First impression actually did matter, and I had to give it my all. I exhaled briefly, as my eyes lingered on my reflection on the mirror. It seemed perfect. I moved towards the door in quick short steps, and turned the door knob open. There was nobody there. Whoever had been knocking a few moments ago seemed to have left already. "Hello," I called out confused. There was
The New Teacher Next Door Thirty Five
DEVAN I didn't know how long I had been out. Maybe a day, or two? Probably even a week. It didn't matter anyways, all that did matter was that I was awake, and surprisingly I didn't know how. The bed; a hospital; and a bunch of cards, and wilted flowers, that seemed to belong in the thrash. What was all these? How had I gotten here? And then, realisation did hit me in the face. The fall! Yeah, that was how I had ended up in a white room, strapped to a bed. I had fallen off that wall onto the awaiting ground. How had that even happened? I couldn't remember any of it, except for the fact that I had wanted to open my eyes for so long, but I just couldn't. Here I was now anyways, behind a closed door, and still strapped to a bed. Phew! I had been alone on that day. Why had I been walking at the edge of a wall in the first place? It all seemed so strange to me, and I couldn't understand any bit of it. I clung to the rails of the bed, and forced mys
The New Teacher Next Door Thirty Six
DEVAN Broken legs weren't just it. Cold, limp, and useless; that was what my legs were. I wondered what Mum would say when she saw me without my legs now. She had indeed warned me about embarking on the school trip, but I had remained adamant. Why though? I couldn't just place a finger on it. I sat hopelessly on the bed with my legs touching the cold floor. I had been making attempts to walk for almost an hour, and it hadn't yielded any results, as each time I tried, I landed forcefully on my buttocks. The doctor had said he wasn't so sure I was going to be able to walk after that fall, but I was determined to prove them all wrong. If for anything, I wanted to put Robb's taunts to an end. He had not been the kindest with his words when he had seen me sprawled out on the bed, not being able to move my legs. He had raised them up, and inspected them, before shrugging his shoulders and heading outside mocking scornfully. I had to try. I had to learn how to walk
The New Teacher Next Door Thirty Seven
DEVAN It was snowing again. I was seated by the window side watching the world play out before me. The snow was knee deep now, and it didn't seem like it was ending soon. Robb had passed out on the armchair, with a stick of cigarette stuck at the end of his mouth. I knew he wanted to leave, he had already began to show signs of wanting to return back home, but he couldn't. Not yet at least. Mum had given him firm instructions to make sure I was alright, before returning home with me. And thank goodness, I was recuperating quickly already. I had a few days left to spend here before returning home to dad and mum, and I couldn't wait. Why had I even come on this trip in the first place? I had never liked traveling, so why had I? I couldn't understand. I brought my face closer to the open window, and inhaled deeply, as I heard footsteps walk into the room. I barely glanced up, as I continued savouring every moment I could get. "You should close the window, you c
The New Teacher Next Door Thirty Eight
ELLEN The elevator door dinged softly as we arrived on Devan's floor. We were here to see Devan at Principal Walter's request. I had been the only one invited over, but Zach wasn't letting any of that happen. He placed a firm grip on my wrist as we stepped out of the elevator. I couldn't tell what was going to happen now. Principal Walter had also informed us of Cullen's visit the previous night, and Robb's fall. Things did happen with this kid. I swallowed deeply as we strolled down the hallway. I feared if Zach had been saying the truth. I feared if Devan truly didn't remember me. I was supposed to be happy at least, because that was what I had wanted all along. I had wanted to make him forget everything that had to do with me, and now he had, however that joy I had thought I was going to feel when he did, it just wasn't there. "Are you alright, Ellen? We're here." Zach announced, as he drew me closer to his side. We walked into the room, and I hoped he w
The New Teacher Next Door Thirty Nine
DEVAN The coffee was bland. I was sure that I could make a better coffee than that. Although, I was very much aware that it wasn't supposed to be part of my diet, during the period of recuperation. However, I took it anyway, and immediately regretted. "You shouldn't take coffee." The doctor warned, walking into the room. "Oh, I wasn't." I denied, placing the cup away. "Anyways, how are you doing today, Devan?" I nodded, relaying my feelings to him without having to speak. "Never been better." I said, and he smiled. "At this rate, you'd be out of here in no time." He informed, and I felt my heart skip for joy. I was leaving finally. "That's great news, doctor." I said, and the doctor's smile broadened. "Let's hope you walk again soon, Devan. The world needs you on your feet." He said with hope, but I merely shrugged, and chose to focus on the present. "Do you really believe that?" I buzzed, as Robb's words resounded in my ears. Maybe, I shouldn't
The New Teacher Next Door Forty
ELLEN Perhaps, I was supposed to feel something, a slight touch of indifference perhaps, or something of that sort? But, at that point I felt none of the emotions that I was supposed to feel. What a sad way to end a beautiful story! Devan had clearly stated that he had no interest in me, and that was supposed to be great, right? I wasn't so sure anymore. This was the same kid I had tried to ward off severally, or tried to put him in his place. Yet, I still didn't know how to feel about him. Of course, I was well aware that nothing could work between us, and it wasn't like I had actually wanted that but... Unfortunately there had to be a but. An effing 'but' that wasn't even meant to be there in the first place! Blah! I strolled out of Devan's ward with Tommy clinging to my side annoyingly. I had so many questions that burned at my chest, but I hadn't been able to ask them, because I was going to get Devan more confused with everything going on. "Keep up.
The New Teacher Next Door Forty One
DEVAN 'The truth' they say... Blah! That wasn't a catchy start. I stared out the window, with Miss Ellen's eyes fixed on me, as I made short drives around the room consciously. "What's going on?" I heard her ask, but I was too disturbed to pay any attention to her. "Are you alright, Devan?" I heard her ask again, but this time I didn't give her the silent treatment as always. Matter of factly, I did enjoy ignoring her anyways. That feeling of power that surged through me each time I let her questions, or remarks fall to the ground. It was electrifying! "I'm alright, ma'am. I just need some time to figure things out." She nodded, and returned to staring at me. I didn't know why she was so much interested in helping me though. She had told me of my interest in her, before I had gotten involved in that accident. Why I had been interested in my teacher, I couldn't tell. "Well then, I should leave you to it." She said, rising to her feet. I couldn't tell if s
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