Is a story of mine that I started and because Amiel infected me with her commi-addiction, I would like to put it in and see how you like it.



In this first part, not much happens, but maybe there is someone who would like to read it and write me an appointment * pleading look *



Miss Fenning opened the class register and began to read from it. Her finger slowly ran along the lines: “You guessed it?” “Here,” came a voice from the front row. “Blessing?” A black hand rose in the rearmost bench. "Bolting? Dicl? Duncing?" She read on. "Here!" Came a choir from the second row. Sighing, Miss Fenning adjusted her glasses and continued. “Eaten?” No answer. She took off her glasses and looked around questioningly. "Eaten, Zera Eaten?" She repeated uncertainly. “Is Zera here?” From one of the back rows a pale hand rose overhead. The bony fingers hung limply, a silver chain with a tiny heart on it dangled from the wrist. "Zera?", asked Miss Fenning again. The hand sank down and from her direction came a soft" Yes "

"Are you not feeling well?" The teacher asked worriedly. "Please come to the front of me" A skinny figure stood up and went to the staff table. She was pretty, very pretty in fact. Her face was delicate and her features soft, her large, greenish-blue eyes reflected innocence. The bony body was wrapped in a light summer dress, the feet were in high boots. She walked slowly, her long red curls bobbing with every step, her gaze was directed to the floor. Everything about her made her appear majestic, even her corpse pallor.

She was so pale, almost white, as if she had never set foot in sunlight. Miss Fenning followed her walk with a concerned look. Zera stopped in front of the staff table. In the middle of the movement she suddenly ebbed and stared at the teacher. Miss Fenning eyed her over the rim of her glasses."Aren't you feeling well?" She asked motherly. "You look so pale," Zera gently shook her head. “Do you want to go home?” There was a certain degree of helplessness in her voice. The girl across from her seemed like a ghost, like a wax figure. She couldn't empathize with her like she had with most other students, something her fellow teachers paid her with as much respect as envy. She eyed the girl again. "This is what vampires must look like," she thought to herself and sighed. She pointed at the row of heads with her forefinger. "You can sit down again," she said.

Zera strolled back to her seat, her head swaying to the window. Miss Fenning called the rest of the students, discussed all the details for tomorrow, then the bell rang the end of the school day. With loud laughter, the students rushed outside, all at once, so that a clot of hands, feet and satchel formed on the door.Outside, most of the students were expected by their parents and happily escorted home.

Miss Fenning wrote a few more notes in the class register and prepared to leave. When she looked up, she saw Zera in the back, on the edge of the penultimate row of benches. She sat stiff as a stick, her heavy head on her arm, her eyes fixed on the window. "Zera?" Asked Miss Fenning carefully. The girl startled, as if she had been torn from deep slumber. Her big eyes stared fixedly at the teacher. "Don't you want to go home?" She asked. It was absurd to have to remind a student at the end of a school day to go home. Miss Fenning spoke to Zera as if she were a wild animal that had to be tamed. She could not have acted otherwise.

Zera nodded, almost without moving her head. Miss Fenning couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't believe that something like this was possible.The girl rose and walked slowly to the door. "Goodbye," she muttered flatly. 'What a strange girl she thought to herself and fished a pen out of her pocket. She wrote in big red letters in the class register to keep an eye on Zera. With an elegant wave of the hand she put the pen back in her pocket and made her way home.

The loud ringing of the school bell drew the children into the class like a magnet. Twenty-eight boys and girls, ages fourteen or fifteen, stared intently at the teacher. Miss Fenning remembered exactly how she had felt when she was that age and had moved to a new school. How quiet she had sat and looked innocently at the teacher. Mrs. Torfer had been an angry old woman who had discriminated against her and her classmates for most of the long years. At that time she had vowed to become a teacher and to be there for the students, as it had never been the case in her youth.

Miss Fenning rose slowly from her chair. Her fingers slid over her heads, her lips counted wordlessly. Her eyes stayed on Zera. As the day before and all the other days before, she stared out the window, her eyes blank. Her rust-red strands were tied in tight braids and hung limply over her pale shoulders. She watched flakes of dust dancing merrily in the sun. Miss Fenning shook her head with a sigh and sat down again. She had been in this class for over three weeks now and day after day she had always seen Zera first thing in the morning and she always sat quietly in her seat even before the bell had rung the hour, her empty eyes looking out the window.

The school stood on a small hill in the middle of a tiny town, surrounded by mountains. Miss Fenning loved the mountains around the valley. In summer she often wandered through the sun-drenched forests, picking mushrooms and flowers.She loved nature, but she did not let her stop her from giving her lessons, even though she occasionally caught herself seeing one or the other student as a mushroom head.

Sighing, she thought of the long hikes she and her boyfriend had taken this summer. Loud laughter made her startle out of her dreams. One of her students, Robin Flasher, had leaned against the table behind him and was probably flirting with the girls. Her giggles were a sure sign of that. Miss Fenning couldn't blame them for feeling flattered that Robin was paying them his attention. He was a handsome boy, around 1.70, with dark brown hair and eyes that shone with stars. His body wasn't particularly muscular, he wore tattered pants and baggy T-shirts. He must have cut his own hair, it stood out from his head in tangled tufts and curled gently.

In himself he was like a tramp, but he had that certain something that every girl secretly wanted. One look in his eyes fabricated weak knees and his smile, his smile made you float. Miss Fenning shook her head. She had to concentrate on her job again.

Robin was a terrible student. Wherever she put him, he always disrupted the class. If she put him next to the girls he flirted with them, if she put him next to the boys, he smirked. Miss Fenning didn't know what to do. Suddenly her eyes lit up. She would seat Robin next to Zera, but facing the window so that he would only have Zera to sit next to. Next to Zera he would probably behave more calmly, she refused to accept any advances, the tables in front and behind her were empty. Maybe the two would rub off on each other and ... well, just don't go too far.

Miss Fenning sent a quick prayer to heaven, cleared her throat and then said: "Zera, please move one place to the left.Robin, if the girls would please leave you alone, you could take the free seat next to Zera! "Robin fell back with the chair. Sitting next to Zera was pretty much the second worst thing that could have happened. The worst was the pizza maker going bankrupt. Zera was a disaster! She stayed in her seat even during breaks, Her head resting on her wrist stared out the window. Whenever a teacher asked her a question, she always knew the answer, she quietly mumbled it in the palm of her hand, Robin had never heard her speak loudly, nor had she ever been to one of the parties been to the pizzeria, the swimming pool or anywhere else. If he had ever seen her in town, it was on the way to and from school. He wondered what she was doing in her free time.

Robin plopped down on the seat next to her with a sigh. He listened stubbornly to Miss Fenning's lecture on agricultural policy. Sadly, he rested his head on his fists and let his gaze wander over to Zera."Actually, she's really pretty," thought Robin. He had always imagined fairies to be so tender and sweet. He took his heart and spoke to her: "Hi, my name is Robin" Zera looked him straight in the eye, but he had the feeling that she was looking through him rather than looking at him. "How do you like school?" He tried a second time. Zera continued to stare. "Where do you live?" No Answer.

Robin became uncomfortable. He felt like glass. Worse than a ghost. What if he'd just died and just didn't notice? What if he had a stroke or something? Some scientists have claimed that you don't feel pain, that you probably won't even notice it. Or maybe he was trapped in a parallel dimension. Sweat poured out of his pores and ran down his temples. "Can I go to the bathroom, please, I'm not feeling well," he gasped. Miss Fenning frowned. "Just go," she muttered. Robin pushed himself off the table and stumbled outside.

Zera watched him out of the corner of her eye. What did he have? She had seen his hands clench and get caught in his hair. She sighed. Why did it have such an effect on other people?



so, that's it for now! partly damn illogical and strange, I know! but if you like the story, I'll keep writing!

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