Chapter 2 Encountering introductions

Among all the commotion and chattering of students going an old teacher entered the classroom. Suddenly a loud voice boomed throughout the class ,"Shut up you brats and take out your notebooks."

Hearing this the classroom was engulfed in sudden silence.

There were students who had just arrived at the door from other classes. Hearing the teachers voice they were shocked white. As even the tear shaped sweat were formed on their heads.

Seeing the students at the door teacher called them in.

"Come on in you brats and next time you are late you'll be standing outside during the class."

"yes sir." they replied in a chorus as they entered and settled.

Among the group of students a certain girl caught his eyes. Seeing Ivory so concentrated Harry asked, "What is that that got your attention."

"Oh I am looking at that girl who you pushed in the morning."

"Hey that was an accident."

"ya and that accidentally hurt her doofus."

"What!!!"

"Look at her knees."

"But I didn't realise it." replied Harry with a monotone.

As she went of staring towards the girl.

As he was staring of a voice came booming and rung the whole class along with his ears.

"Hey that googly eyed boy their stop your daydreaming and concentrate."

"yes sir." replied Harry thoroughly shaken.

"Wow boy you downright admitted you were daydreaming." whispered Ivory with a mocking smile on his face.

As then Harry realised this unable to look anywhere as he internally cursed himself as the one sitting beside him.

The class continued as the students listened with concentration though their looks were as blank as their pages. The bell rang to the sighs of the students . As the teacher turned towards his students and said, " I guess I forgot to introduce myself. You all can address may as Mr. Roberts. Okay now all of you may leave. Remember to be on time." said he as he exited the classroom.

"Wow didn't he introduced himself quite early." said a boy sarcastically.

"yep. Telling us to leave and he himself left."

Moving of chairs, gathering of books and phonetics of talks interweaved to create a symphony of chaos as the the students prepared to march ahead the day. Ivory got up from his seat and walked his way to the girl as she prepared to leave followed along by Harry.

"Hey excuse me" called out Ivory

"Yes" replied she replied turning towards the voice.

"Sorry about the morning."

The girl looked quizzically towards him.

"You fell down"

Still confused the girl continued to look towards the them as Harry continued," Sorry about that. In the morning you fell because of me."

"oh ! oh no it's fine" said the girl with a small smile as she turned to leave. Walking along her Ivory said, "No sorry once again."

"Ya" added Harry.

"Have you been to the infirmary" asked Ivory.

"Ya got it bandaged. It's fine now. No big deal." she replied with a gentle smile.

He felt a strange charm from her smile. A winning warm smile and yet he felt somewhat distant.

"And by the the way my name is Ivory and he is my friend Harry."

"Oh... hello."

"By the way what's your name?"

" Viyona." she replied as she walked away round the corner and out of their sights.

"Well what was that." thought Viyona as she walked towards her class.

" That was first." she thought to her self.

As she thought back to the little conversation she had had just a few moments ago. As it played in her mind. Though it was just an ordinary passing conversation and yet she found herself contemplating upon it as if searching for something hidden beneath those normal words.

"ugh nevermind. What a day....." she thought as continuing towards her next class. As she caught a glimpse of sunflowers bathed in the golden light happily surrounded by the the green.

" Well we should get going too." said Harry

as Ivory followed him. He thoughts fluttered back to his encounter as an image painted itself in his mind. His lips curved into a small smile as words escaped his mouth.

"Interesting."

Sunlight scintillating through the corridor windows illuminating her as she walked slightly limping. Crimson bandage wrapped around her knees. As yet her steps were firm. Her back radiating the warmth and yet she felt somewhat distant. She looked out of the window towards the countless flowers blooming in the garden among the winsome leaves embraced by the aureate sunlight. Her expression suddenly melted in a gentle smile.

And yet she wore a longing expression as she seemed to be trying to reach out for that gentle warmth.

Walking down the corridor she walked back to the class . Class was filled with the chattering noises , talks about the plan for the new year , or to do list of the new academic session , talks about the last night show , or bunking plans for the day , discussions on the teachers good or bad or about the lunch breaks..............

She walked up to the second row and sat down on the second bench . As soon as she sat down..

BAAM!!!!

The door to the classroom opened up with a bang. And a tall built, tanned muscular man , middle aged entered.

"Shut up brats....."

His loud voice boomed and the whole class suddenly fell silent.

"Now listen up. Since there was no time in the morning and you ran off to your optional class so we missed out on intro so ........"

"Morning brats"

"I am your homeroom teacher Derek Holland. You brats better buck up for the year and behave. Better keep my words in mind . It's for your own good. Now open up books for self study . And dare you make noise. Humph...."

" Well what was that ....."

"Man! my heart just jumped out."

"What the hell is his deal."

" Well what bad luck man......

Suddenly the students stopped murmuring as a shadow suddenly fell upon the students

"Well well looks like I didn't make myself clear enough."

Mr Holland looked at them with eerie smile.

"Get up and get out"

"Sorry Sir."

"I don't want to repeat myself. Get up and GET OOUUTTTTTT!!!!"

The students scurried away in fright.

'Well well it's gonna be a difficult year.'