2. Matilda. He comes

I was the brightest student in my class I still am. I have always been the brightest student since I started school right from pre-nursery.

You want to know why? I will tell you. I have a photographic memory. I never forget. Never.

It was so bad that I couldn't place correctly roads because as long as I had passed a road before I recognized it. They all looked familiar to me because I remembered all, no matter how fast we were driving when I passed the road. Do you know the problem with having a photographic memory is? You don't forget.

He had been in the same class with me for so many years from kindergarten up until Senior year but I never took a liking to him until the day he smiled at me so secretly, so discreetly. That day my heart skipped a beat and it continued to skip that one beat anytime I saw him from that day onwards. His smile awoke something human in me. Something I thought was dead.

It was like he felt my pain and was consoling me with a smile of hope. Or maybe I was so delusional, so in need of saving I looked upon every little gesture as one coming from an Angel sent to me from God because it sure was about time he sent one.

Sadly, he was in love with another. And right now I couldn't help but wonder if I would die from so much pain. They just keep piling up.

"Good morning class." Mr Jacob greeted immediately he stepped into the class room. Infact he was still by the door.

Mr Jacob was a bald man with a big stomach. He was short with a nicely shaved moustache and big nose which made his eyes look smaller than it was. He was our principal.

I wondered why he came to our class today, since it was rare_him coming to my class. He came to my class only when there was a problem which he wanted to address strictly.

Could there have been a problem this morning maybe with the transfer student who was a commoner? I heard her name was Arabella.

Since I wasn't in her class and a class ahead of her I didn't have the opportunity of seeing her. There has been so much ruckus and gossip about the scholarship giving to an undeserving commoner. I dared not join them since I too was not among the class of the aristocrats.

I wondered what she looked like since It was not every day that I got to see a really poor person.

"Good day sir." We answered back standing up to acknowledge his presence.

He smiled at my teacher while he waved at us to sit down. He shook hands with her, while she smiled back. A girl scoffed behind me and made a snide remark which I didn't quite catch but the other girls by her side giggled softly.

The teacher bowed her head slightly. I felt that she was being too extra but I didn't quite blame her. She was the only female teacher that taught us. Short, petite but strict she was a little old with grey hairs but they fit her so well especially when she braided them.

It was when the principal started to address the class that I saw the boy standing behind him. He had a smirk on his face, one I could not place. One that scared me and yet for some reason elated me. He looked, he looked, for want of words I will say that he looked spectacular.