I walked through the familiar doors of my high school and breathed in the old, musky air...
and suddenly had a coughing fit.
"_________? Are you okay?"
I looked up to see Liechtenstein fiddling with the hem of her shirt, looking at me with concerned eyes.
"Oh, oh yeah. I'm fine. -cough- Errr... how are you finding high school?"
She smiled and replied sweetly, "I love it! But I'm not allowed to take any of my brother's classes since there might be a conflict of interest. And you? I haven't seen you in ages! You should drop by more often, I'd make sure my brother doesn't accidentally shoot you on sight."
I laughed, "Of course, I'll think about it. Now how come you're not in class?"
She looked around for a bit before the answer came rushing over just as a bell rang.
"Lilli! I'm sorry I'm late! Let's go to Family Studies now... I finally have our project printed. Who is this? Nice to meet you, I'm Sealand, just call me Peter!" he said, holding out a hand. Smiling I took his hand and walked with them to family studies.
"Good morning Mr. Oxenstierna!" I chirped once I entered the classroom. A bunch of 9th graders looked at me curiously.
"Oh, ________. W'lcome b'ck. Please g've m' a m'ment." With that, he turned to the board, and wrote down their agenda for the period, as well as reminders, before turning back to the class.
"We w'll be cov'ring the m'terial in ch'pter 7, on Group Psychol'gy. We w'll use the skills fr'm your h'mework on meth'ds of m'nip'lation. F'r now, I w'll h've you read 'n introd'ctory art'cle 'n the St'nford Pris'n experiment, 'nd L'lli and P'ter can h've ten m'nutes to pr'pare their pr'sentation."
He handed out the article sheets, and turned back to me.
"... _________... you g'd?"
"Uhm, yes sir. I'm doing well. How's your class? Are they just as rowdy as we were?" I asked with a chuckle.
Sweden shook his head, "N'ver"
I laughed. "I guess we'll forever be your craziest class. I suppose I shouldn't intrude. Perhaps I'll catch you later, Mr. Oxenstierna?"
Sweden nodded, "Y'r not intrud'ng. See you l'ter."
I walked out of the quiet classroom and closed the door behind me, deciding to get my main job here done first. I crossed the old hallways with graduation portraits and found my own from last year. I stared at it a bit... and decided that my portrait looked absolutely nothing like me.
"Bella! Oh, mia allieva prediletta has returned!"
I turned around smiling, knowing exactly who had called out. "Haha, Mr. Vargas, please don't flatter me!"
"But it's-a true! Your art has-a decorated the walls of this school many more times than any other! And for a good reason too!"
"You're just a really good teacher, Mr. Vargas!"
"Oh, now, if only you could-a tell that to little Raivis. I think he's been scared of me ever since mio fratello came around last month to yell at me for leaving the stove on in the-a morning. Something about-a burning all his research documents. I don't-a look that much like my fratello do I?"
"Haha, Mr. Vargas, I think he's more concerned about the kiln."
"Oh, that's-a true. At least the smoke alarm goes off!"
I laughed, waving at my face in an attempt to cool down and take a breath. Italy smiled.
"Glad to see you smiling, bella! You look-a wonderful! How is life treating you?"
"Pretty well! I was able to get into a pretty good university in my home country, but it's not too stressful. I joined the (insert charity) club and had fun designing valentines to raise money."
"That's-a good! What are you studying?"
(TO BE CONTINUED)