Chapter 2

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Even though I've decided to be positive today , seems like the weather does not look very happy about my decision . Grey clouds are covering the sky and apparently the storm is gonna come at any moment. I do love rainy days but not when I have to leave home , I'd rather stay at home during days like these but not today , today is a special day for me and Stacey.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time , it is still 8:45am , I still have enough time to take a quick shower and have some coffee  before I leave home .
And that's what I actually did, I glanced at the mirror before leaving home , but I didn't quite like  what i saw , my face looked very tired and my body is getting skinnier especially with that  black jumpsuit that I am wearing ,

" Everything is going to be okay Lisa ", I told myself .
These were just a couple of bad days and they're going to end .
My positive energy suddenly faded away when I realized that a huge red truck  is blocking my tiny beetle and there is no way I can move my car .
The streets were empty and the shops were still closed , I had no idea where this truck has came from . I started shouting  and tapping on the truck's window maybe there was someone sleeping inside of it , but no one was there and  and no body was even on the street that could maybe offer me some help , it looked like a "ghosts street " .
I was late for the class , it will be starting in five minutes and I am still here , I had no choice but to order an Uber , the driver had hardly found me too .
Its was 10:15 when I reached school , the class  has already started 15 minutes ago , Stacey was sending me messages but I couldn't reply at her , I was so busy trying to find my class as early as possible.
I finally found it , on the door there was a small screen where it was written :

    Mr Alexander A. Lanham
    Acting class
    10:00am=>11:00am

The door was closed, I hesitated before opening it since I was late and hate attention but I have to, I've been waiting for this for so long . The class was very big , and there was a lot of students that I could  hardly see the teacher. Everyone was looking at me while I was trying to find an empty seat to avoid the embarrassment.

" Go back to where you came from " .

A loud voice came out , I think that was the teacher's voice but I've decided to ignore it  and keep searching.

" I am fucking talking to you ! Look at me "

Is he talking to me ? There's no way he could possibly be talking to me .
I turned my face to meet the most beautiful human being that I've ever seen during my 23 years on this earth, he was a perfect combination of dark hair and green eyes with a thin beard , I couldn't see his features clearly because he was standing away but I can tell he is very angry. He was looking at me , I swear he could kill with his eyes , But wasn't quite understanding what was happening and why was he looking at me that way .

" Are you listening to me" He was shouting now. What's wrong with him ?

" Excuse me sir , I didn't knew you were talking to me " I said confused.

" Stop wasting our time and go  back to where you came from " he repeated .

I couldn't believe what I was hearing , why the hell was he talking to me like that ?

" What did I did wrong ? Why are you talking to me like that ? " My voice was shocking.

" Are you stupid? Do you think you can come 20 minutes late to my class and I still can let you in ?
While you were doing your make up madame  we were here learning how to be useful human beings , the last I remember your parents do not own this school , do they ? Now go back to your vanity table and stop wasting our precious time ."

His words were like a hundred of knives stabbing in my whole body . Stupid ? Parents ? Make up ?!! Do I deserve all that ? Why was all this happening to me ? I don't think I can handle all that , please God if you're still here don't make cry in front of everyone please give me strength ,
Without saying any word , before any of my tears came  out, with a broken heart and a broken dream I left the class not wanting to be part of this whole world again .

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