Adanic: Chapter 4

I was no more lost in thought at lunch than I was in French earlier. I quietly sat on the on the wall slowly nibbling at my the consistency of my lunch (a granola bar), and thoughtfully stared off at nothing in particular, going through all I’d heard just a moment ago. My friends did not question me about it; I was normally quiet, although I was usually never as spacey as this. My feet swayed back and forth in my trance, my heels hitting the hard cement of which I sat on, further hypnotizing me and encouraging me to finally figure this Topaz out. Still, I could not understand how Topaz could have known me, or why she thought I’d understand the situation after I saw her, or even after the dream. As I realized I still didn’t know anything, I brought myself back to reality and talked to my friends for the remaining time left in lunch.
When the bell rang to hint that lunch was over and we should be heading to our fifth period classes, I found Taylor, another one of my best friends, and walked to class with her, because we both had band next. Tawnya was the most intellectual person I’d ever met. She analyzed whatever she was wondering about until she got a logical answer. She would find the right answer too, and even in a short time; unlike me, who had spent nearly all day trying to figure one person out and coming up empty-handed, even now.
I thought maybe she could help with this, and so I told her what I had told Courtney, plus the short exchange of words Topaz and I had after Lab Bio.
“Huh”, Taylor said, already deeply immersed in a flood of ideas. “I haven’t seen her around yet, but she sounds really weird by the way you described her. I can’t imagine what she wants with you”. Her face took on a puzzled expression.
We walked in deep thought all the way to the Band Room. Taylor was still thinking.
We said no more as we set up our chairs and stands and got out our music and instruments. I stared at my music without seeing it, my flute smooth and cold on my lap and between my hands. Someone suddenly tapped me on my head and knocked me out of my trance. I twirled myself around, searching for the culprit. I was suddenly aware of the rest of my band friends’ presence. A smile spread across my face, and just as I was going to talk to Jenna, another flute and another one of my friends, I heard a boy’s laugh come from somewhere near me.
“What, did you not notice that I hit your head this time?” Of course; he was always doing this. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t suspected him, of all people.
“Chris”, I said, with a firm voice and my face hard.
He continued to laugh at me and my expression. He probably saw the pouty look on my face, now reflecting how I had realized how I was fooled again, too.
“Oh, April”, he said, still giggling, and strode off to the chair racks.
Suddenly, another boy’s laugh came from behind me. Jake set his chair down beside mine and began to assemble his flute. He glanced once up at my face, which had become no less sour than it was a second earlier, and continued to laugh.
“Don’t look so angry!” he said, smiling. “You know we like to mess with you like that. It’s just funny, to see your reaction. Like this”, he said, pointing his index finger at me.
“You guys get me every single time”, I said, trying to sound firm, but the smile escaped my lips, anyway. “I can never figure out who it is. Sometimes you guys make me think I’m imagining it. You’d think I’d learn”, I almost explained entirely to myself, shaking my head.
“That’s the point”, said Jake, his grin as wide as ever.
It took Mr. Richard some time to come out of his office, so I talked with the masses around me. Playing music was always fun, so I was disappointed when we were dismissed.
Finally, the last period of this long day had come. Geo/Trig was surprisingly one of my favorite ways to end the day, partly because it wasn’t as exhausting as it was made out to be.
It wasn’t long before the last bell screeched throughout the classroom, relieving us of the day’s work. What a long day it had been!
I nearly skipped out of the classroom and to the van waiting for me. Just before I opened the door, I spotted the newest, pink-eyed addition to our school. She looked only to me for a second, and then turned away. I eagerly jumped inside the car and left my biggest problem and a mountain of questions behind.