Chapter 3: Familiar faces

I went to school after running out of ideas. Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on. Suddenly, some subtle things are different.

My brother and my mother say they are ugly, and that I am handsome. My father and alcohol is mind blowing. Finally, the final scene of the two hugging while watching TV.

The last time I saw the two of them being intimate in front of me, I was still a boy. My dad is very conservative, and when it comes to sexual matters, he avoids talking about it. Even a hug between the two was a rare sight, although the two love each other so much.

This morning was weird.

I was then on my way to school on my bicycle. I don’t know if I’ll be on time, though. I also didn’t eat anything in the morning. Looking at the sky, and seeing the endless blue, I felt better. The day today is beautiful, no sign of the many clouds that I saw gather in the sky last night.

My school is not far from home, about ten minutes by bicycle. When I arrived, I saw the place empty, and I knew I hadn’t arrived in time. I put my bike away and ran to school.

When I reached the corridors, I slowed down, but I kept walking fast, all the time looking around in fear of seeing a teacher.

Today I have algebra two in first class, luckily. If it were any other class, I would be concerned, since most of the teachers in this school have zero tolerance for lateness, but Miss Campbell is a sweet person, she is not hard on this kind of thing. I’m sure she won’t even complain about just a few minutes.

I have a great relationship with her, even with my appearance. This great relationship is a combination of some factors. First, she is a naturally kind person and has a personality similar to my mother, so I am very good at talking to her.

Second, I am doing very well in her class, I am one of the students that she pays the most attention to. Third, and most importantly, I have a crush on her for over two years, so I always try to get along with her in the vague dream that something can happen.

Practically impossible.

Because of this, the important thing is not to be caught by any other teacher on the way to my classroom, and when I was thinking about it, I saw Miss Campbell coming out of the materials room. With a smile, I approached and asked.

“Can I help you load the books, Miss Campbell?”

After asking, I helped her close the materials room door. With several books in hand, the woman turned to me looking puzzled. When she saw me, she raised her eyebrows and said it out loud.

“What are you doing here, Ethan? You should be in class.”

“I was a little late, I apologize.”

I said, feeling ashamed. Although I had a good friendship with Miss Campbell, I still had a problem around her. She is 26 years old, with a gorgeous face and body. The fact that I have a crush on her condemns that our moments alone are filled with tight pants.

“I did not expect that from you. You never had any problems with that, what happened?”

“I had a family problem...”

“It doesn’t explain. I will give you a written warn and I want your parents to sign. This way, you will not only alert your parents that the family problems you had today caused you to be late, but it will also make you realize that you cannot create this bad habit. You are a great student, I can’t allow you to stray from your path.”

I opened my mouth in shock at that.

Where’s the sweet and kind Miss Campbell? I’ve never seen her give a warning to anyone before. She is the least strict teacher at the school. After I recovered from the shock, I looked at her and saw her carrying the books down the hall without accepting my help.

She seemed to be in a bad mood.

“Miss Campbell, let me help you.”

“I can do it myself.”

She replied harshly, surprising me once again. What was happening? Why is she being so harsh?

“Are you sure? It looks heavy.”

“I managed to carry it here, so I’m sure I can carry the rest of the way, thank you very much.”

I was silent and wondered if I had done anything to upset her. The only thing I can think of was my delay, but I find it hard to believe that that would be the reason. I walked with her to the classroom, worried that she would fall.

Although she said she could do it alone, sometimes she almost fell to the ground. If it weren’t for the walls, she would have already fallen with the books.

We turned into a corridor and entered an even longer one, but at that moment, she fell with all the books on the floor. I saw it happening, and I tried to stop it, but I was too late.