Curse Of The Day-Dreaming Person

Salut, my friends,

Today has been, well, rather uneventful. I predicted rain. It rained. As always.
A rather eccentric substitute teacher came in for today and tomorrow, and he was a little too eccentric. I think he should have stayed in Egypt another week instead.
Me and about two dozen others are in a 'high-ability' Mathematics group. We ought to get 'high-ability' Mathematics work. Not a test with an old-fashioned teacher constantly trying to trick you out and a boring page on shape and coordinates.
English was a relief, as seen as we were taught by a laidback 'I don't care whether you write anything in your books or whether you chat to your friends for an hour' female teacher. But we returned back to the reality of male teaching after lunch with Science and R.E.
Problem was, I'd had a potential first chapter for a story brewing up in my head at the time, so concentrating was a very hard task. I drifted off. Thing was, whilst I drifted off, I was looking directly into the teacher's eyes. He thought I was paying excellent attention. He asked me a question. And what did I say? Reddening, I went, 'Erm... don't know.' All eyes on me. I swore I could see some sympathy. But I was known for being an all-round nerd who knew the answer to everything. I mentally broke down, but I was used to similar things, so I knew how to look like I was coping. Thank God for that.
But, anyway, I managed to type up my chapter. It's rubbish. But oh well. Life goes on. Life goes on.
Life goes on...

Lady Solacia x
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Tiger

“Alright, Lily?” I asked as I watched her walk across the field towards the girls’ cloakrooms.
“Yeh, I guess,” she said. From anyone else it would have sounded like a rather ‘why on earth would I want to talk to you?’ comment but coming from her it was different. Her voice was wary and drowned in suspicion – I didn’t blame her – I was quite well known for not being the most well-behaved kid in town, and nor the teachers or kids seemed to trust me or ask for my side of the story. There were worse than me – I’d never physically hurt someone with more than a bruised shin – but there were better.

I liked Lily – I think she was the only girl I ever liked, or ever will. She was the sort of person who never judged people by their past. She was cautious of who she befriended, but not on edge – really rather laidback. She took what came her way, good or bad, got it over with, then moved on. She never complained or boasted or bragged about it like most girls, and didn’t spend all her time chatting up boys and having conversations about lip-gloss and hair straighteners. She was always very polite and friendly, but she never pestered anyone to talk to her or walked away as soon as she got bored. But most of all, she was very pretty. Even her name was beautiful – Tiger Lily. Her last name was Coward – and, truth to be told, she was quite shy. Her voice was high, but not squeaky or shrill. She was thin, but not bony. Her teeth were white, but not too white, her soft pink lips framing them perfectly. She was pale, yet her cheeks were sweet and rosy – not blotchy. She had long black hair, and beautiful moony brown eyes. It looked like there was nothing was wrong with her eyes. But she was blind. Completely blind. So you didn’t often see her eyes, just long, black, natural eyelashes. Everything about her was like that – natural. No make-up, no attempt to hide or enhance anything, like those women you see on magazines. Poor Lily. She had everything – friendliness, looks, intelligence – but she could not see a thing. She couldn’t judge people by their looks – only their personality. In that way she was lucky. She wouldn’t get an irrational crush on some boy only to be disappointed by their terrible ways. That’s why I don’t think she’ll like me – I’ve not got a very nice personality. A lot of girls fall for me, apparently – it’s a shame that sounds arrogant – but only by my looks. My father told me once ‘Don’t change yourself for a girl’ and I swore I’d live by that. It’s people like Lily who make that difficult not to.

Lily’s amazing - a true role model. She just gets on with life, sight or no sight. She has special textbooks in class so she can follow what we’re learning – but she’s way ahead anyway. When she first joined she had someone guide her around the school, but after the first week she didn’t need any help at all – besides, we were always there to point her in the right direction. She walked along the corridors with her stick out in front of her, finding her way around easily. What’s strange is she knows each and every one of us. She claimed she did it by voices, but on a morning she would say hello to us even before we’d said a word to anyone. It’d be nice to know the truth. To be honest, it kind of creeps me out – in a good way. No bad things radiate of Lily. She’s just a lovely person. So I decided that I’d ask. Ask her how she knows each and every one of us even without our voices. I wasn’t sure that she’d give me an answer, but I knew that the best way to find something out about an open honest person like Lily, would be to ask her directly. You didn’t need to hook onto the school’s strong but often corrupted grapevine to find anything out about Lily.