Damaged

5 | hamlet

My alarm clock rings and I groan when I turn it off. I open my eyes and force myself out of bed half awake. I open the white curtains and flinch at the harsh sunlight pouring in from outside.I put my white robe on and open my bedroom door, going to the kitchen.

I sit on one of the stools in front of the kitchen island as the smell of waffles wafts up into the air.

"Good morning Rosa," I say to the housekeeper who's preparing breakfast.

"Good morning Luna," she smiles at me, "Do you want breakfast?"

"Yes please," i reply, smiling back.

Rosa grabs a plate and fills it with waffles topped with berries and maple syrup. The places it in front of me and I thank her as i take a sip of coffee. I eat half of the gigantic portion she prepared and i feel full, then i get up and go back to my room to change.

I walk into the closest and look at my clothes on the hangers. I pick out a pair of ripped jeans, a cut off white shirt and a navy green bomber jacket. I also grab my black Dr. Martens and return to my room. I change into my clothes and look at the time, seeing that I still have time before i have to go to school.

I go into the bathroom and open my makeup drawer. I quickly apply foundation, bronzer and blush, finishing with a thin winged eyeliner and mascara. Grabbing my bag, I go downstairs and cross the foyer into the door which leads to the garage.

I grab the keys to my new car and step into the spacious garage. My parents decided to gift me with a brand-new Audi R8 because of my swift and positive recovery. As if giving me a sports car will assure that I won't want to off myself again.

I love cars though, and dad knows this. We used to look at sports cars in magazines and stores in the city and dad knew i loved this one. Dope gift, but too exaggerated.

I enter the silver car and put the keys in the ignition. I start it, listening to the motor purr into life and then I click the remote to open the garage door. I drive onto the gravel and around the fountain in front of the house, then leave once the front gate opens.

I drive through the streets of Winchester and cruise through the light morning traffic. I look at the green and yellow leaves in the trees, the colors showing the start of autumn. I arrive in the city center and look at the tiny shops, restaurants and coffee shops which are already buzzing with people.

When the street light turns green I continue town the street and drive towards school. I see the building and enter the parking lot which is already packed. After driving around a little I see a parking space near the entrance of the school. Score.

I leave my car and realize that people are staring at me and at the car. Fuck's sake, I knew this car was too much. Ignoring the stares, I enter the school building while putting my keys away. I check my schedule and see that i have art and history after homeroom and then I head towards my locker, grabbing my stuff just as the bell rings.

"Shit," I say to myself and I start walking, fast. The room looms in front of me and i jog the last steps to the door.

I enter the classroom just as the final bell rings and i take a seat. There are a few students still pilling in through the door, glad that that the teacher didn't arrive yet. Sighing, I open my bad and pull out Hamlet from inside it, planning to get a start on the reading assigned. I grab the book and open it to the place where we stopped in class and then I start reading.

I become enthralled with the play and i block the whole world out as I start progressing through the first act. I find it incredible to what extent Hamlet takes his revenge plot against his uncle. The main character manages to make everyone around him think he's mad and weak when he's anything but. That's strength.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I jump on my seat and gasp with surprise. My book falls to the floor with a loud thud, making the majority of the students in the class to look at me. I look up from my desk and find myself looking into amused green eyes, framed by long black eyelashes. Mr. Clarke slowly takes his large hand from my shoulder, removing his fingers one by one, and crouches down.

"Glad you're catching up with the reading," he chuckles at me while showing shiny white teeth, his rosy lips curling into a beautiful laugh. He grabs the book from the floor and then rises slowly, forcing me to look upwards to look at his face. He slowly places the book on my desk and his fingers seem to linger for a second longer, but then his figure is gone from my side.

I clear my throat awkwardly and look at Mr. Clarke, who's moving towards the front of the classroom. What is he doing here? I try to calm my racing heart and I watch as he sits on the desk in front of the class. Oh god.

"Sorry I'm late everyone, there was a staff meeting going on." He rakes his finger through his dark hair, making it stick out messily in a attractive way, "For all of you that weren't here yesterday, I'm going to be your homeroom teacher for this year."

I feel butterflies on my stomach and excitement at the same time. I mentally scold myself for feeling this way towards my teacher. I shouldn't be exited to spend more time with him, or have my heart racing when he comes by.

I sigh and try to ignore Mr. Clarke who's reading a book by his desk. His brows are crunched up in concentration and he keeps pulling his bottom lip with his fingers which looks like a habit. When he looks down his cheekbones become incredibly defined, his face almost looks sculpted.

He bites his lower lip and then suddenly looks up and meets my eyes, as if he sensed me looking at him. He slowly lets his lip go from his grasp and looks at me with an unwavering glance. His jade orbs seem to penetrate my body, my mind, unravelling the innermost workings of my head. I don't blink, neither does he, and I feel a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach.