THE ABSENCE

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Just as the street to the school was growing discernible, my jitter was increasing and the desideratum to look at myself in the side mirror of the car was multiplying but with my father sitting next to me, driving, I deem it will be a sort of suspicious activity, therefore, I can't take that risk but then what if my hair is looking like grass, I can't risk that either.

I vote looks to my grave.

I lean closer to the door and eventually after tilting my head to numerous angles, I was able to view myself perfectly and-

"Sadie!"

"Yes, yes?" I said a bit startled at the moment. The brief task got me so absorbed that I completely let slip the thought of someone indeed having their hands on the steering and that I wasn't correlated to Mr. Musk.

"At what time the school will get over?"

"Ten past tw-" Sit tight. If I state the right time, ergo I won't be able to wait back after school with my friends and so on, instead of informing him the correct hour, I told him by adding forty minutes more to the initial.

I wander through the cacophonous corridors which were unusually crowded.

How can someone be so boisterous so early in the morning?

However, I retire this conviction in the background and walk into the class.

"Hey, Molly!"

"Hey! Well, you're going to do that today, right?" She queried, her countenance defining different stories, albeit her spoken letters.

I can notice that she was exhilarated about the whole thing yet hold on when isn't she? She is my hype man.

"Yeah, I guess I will." It perceived that she wanted me to say the exact words because no sooner did I stop speaking than she began to shriek which grabbed the attention of the people around us.

Well, when the season was the audience hasn't been available to give a reaction?

Anyhow, we carried on our conversation. I was considerably pleased with how my morning was going even if it was scarcely any while in it.

"Hey, did you complete the chemistry work?" molly questioned.

Hold on, which work? Way to ruin the mood.

"So...you didn't, right?" she asked after noticing the color draining from my cheeks.

"But isn't this the very first day of our high school or am I living late?" Why hasn't the Government of education yet issued consigning work ere school even commencing as illicit? "When did she notify us though?"

"Today in the morning," she said completely unperturbed by the detail that it was sent in the dawn when I was awake in the cosmos of my fantasy? Lord, I should really put a pause to these mind trips.

"It's simply two pages, won't take much time."

"Oh, then I see I should start with it."

It had been five minutes into the work and I yet was slipping to direct my attention on this piece of writing. It sensed as if my thoughts were embezzled by a person and that person's replica was saved in my mind which kept reverting just like a swinging pendulum coming back to its initial position after an explicit time interval.

Our class teacher was in the class and there was no trace of him as far. I glanced over to his friends to observe whether they were troubled by it but when I peered at them, it was utterly a contrary version of my view. I had a prospect that by right now, they all would have been sobbing to see him however, it was confounding to spot them cackling with laughter.

I sigh and stare out of the glazed glass window that overlooked the hushed street which had a few people walking on. I shifted my gaze on the tree, whose petals glowed with a shade of rose blush, flowing in a rhythm played by the wild winds. It looked as if someone has rooted this tree on this laconic track from a red forest. Whatsoever the reason might be but one thing was certain that the tree never fizzled to stand out. The season broke into different periods with bleak cold deserting all the woods saving this blaze, barring it until the other season birthed and when it's the time for others to bloom, its leaves falls off departing alone from the old, hazel woody branch which once more makes it highlighted from the rest that have identical greenish hue leaves.

I return from my daze when I hear the teacher instructing us to open to some page number.

I didn't get the page number she said moreover I didn't care. It had been twelve minutes to the start of school and still, he wasn't here.

I start fidgeting with my pen, tapping my foot whilst looking at the wooden door of the classroom.

Time was ticking by, every second convincing my inclination, added influence that he wouldn't be coming today.

His truancy made me feel cheerless.

My hopes and confidence were on the brink of losing when suddenly he entered. 

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