8 Mary Poppins Sweet

The next morning, I awake to my Nan humming in the kitchen while making all kinds of racket. Rolling out of bed I make my way to find out what she is doing. Walking in the door way I find Nan at the stove pulling a pan of muffins out of the oven. Relishing the smell of strawberries filling the room as she does. Oh, my favorite, I truly love this woman.

"What in the world was all that racket in here earlier?" I ask as I grab a glass to pour milk to go with my muffins. Nan tells me that she was just loading the dishwasher, she did not think that it was loud. It did not sound like it was just dishes earlier, more like a marching band going through the house. Maybe I was dreaming it was just that loud. I shake it off and finish my meal. After getting dressed, I grab my things and make my way out to my car.

Pulling into school parking lot, I notice that both crews were still outside. The Chaffins are closest to me. Pulling my back pack over my shoulder I grab my keys and lock up my car. A few steps away from the first group of kids, I notice Marcus walking towards me. This should be interesting.

"Hey Brynn, how are you feeling?" he asks. I must stop walking because he is standing in front of me.

"I am better, just a 24-hour bug. Thanks for asking." I reply as I go to side step around him.

He blocks my path and says, "I am glad to hear that. You had me worried."

"No need to worry about little me. I'm tougher than I look." I continue to try to keep going but on the other side of him this time.

"Come on now, everyone has someone to be worried about." He slyly says with a smile. That makes me stop.

"And why would you be the one to worry about me?" Having my full attention now, I am starring him in the eyes. There is just something off by this guy, I cannot put my finger on it but he is just not good. He moves closer to me.

His hand running up and down my arm, "Maybe because I feel connected to you." That threw me for a loop, when did this change come about? Not wanting to make a scene or feel that anger that I know is in him I hold my response I want to say to him about not having fingers if he didn't remove his hand.

"You don't know anything about me?" I reply.

"I would like to change that. Maybe we can go out this weekend?" he said sweetly. I could feel disgust filling me the longer he touched me.

"I'm sorry but, I have to help my mom and Nan with unpacking." I answer. His hand stops and falls to his side.

"Sure, I bet. If you didn't want to then just say so." He spat at me. There is that anger that I saw on the first day again. I refuse to answer him. He turns and walks away from me.

Taking a big inhale and letting it out slowly, I finish the walk into the school. Making sure not to look anywhere close to the Keller's way. Walking into homeroom, I find that the room has been moved around. And on the desk, has names of the students. I find mine, which I am very thankful to Mrs. Rose that it's toward the back but where I can still see that outside and the door. Zipping my backpack up as I lay my book on the desk, and think to myself, "What is it about this class? "

After the big ordeal yesterday, I should catch up on what I missed. I snuggle into my seat and start where I left yesterday. It is not hard for me to get lost into a well-written book. Being taken to a different world, and not having to deal with my life is how I mostly deal with things. I can feel my body tingling all over. Closing my eyes, I pray that it stops soon. Breathing in and out through my nose, I have this longing to be out of the room. As if I need to get out. Searching for the clock I notice I have one minute before the bell and there leaning against the lockers alone is Tristen. Looking down playing with white flower between his fingers. He looks up with the sweetest expression. I walk over to him, and a smile plays at his lips.

'Hi," is all I could say to this beautiful man.

"Hello, how are you?" He asks softly.

"Better today. Thanks." I reply.

"I was worried about you last night. If you were ok?" I drop my head to hide my smile. What is wrong with me? Why am I playing so shy now?

"I really am ok. I guess I had a bug. But it's over now." Looking down at his hands I notice the flower again. "Looks like you are killing that poor flower" I say with a laugh.

"Well, yes It looks that way. But even though it has been handled roughly, the flower is still beautiful." He replies as he hands it to me. "I thought it might brighten up your day."

"Really? Thank you." I say as the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I look up at Tristen who is staring behind me. As I turn, I know exactly who it is, Marcus. He was standing across the hall right beside the door. First period bell rings, thank goodness. Saved by the bell if ever a phrase was true. I turn to Tristen, without him looking at me, say thanks again and walk into class. Marcus is right on my heels.

As I sit, Mrs. Rose has us start with the morning roll call. Everyone starts to find their seats as she finishes. Marcus does not even look for his name, he sits next me. I know he is not really supposed to be there due to the girl standing behind him has a very confused look on her face. Marcus hands are gripped tight into fist as the lay on top of the desk. His jaw is tight as his neck and face turns red. He really is angry. "So, are you with him?" He spoke very loud and harsh to me. I just look at him trying to figure out what he is going on about.

The girl behind him taps him on the shoulder, "Um I believe that is my seat." She said very Mary Poppins sweetly. Marcus ignores her. "

"You blow me off but you choose him. Why?" I do my best to just ignore him as he did that girl. "What? Are you just after power? He's not all you think he is." That got my attention and my anger.

"First off, you don't know anything about me. Especially to think I want power. In which brings to my second point, I don't know what the heck you are taking about, this so called power means nothing to me." Now I feel my temper getting the best of me. My hands started shaking and burning. "How dare you, and why do you care if I am talking to Tristen? I am nothing to you." By this time the poor girl behind us realize that she needs to just leave it be and walks to another desk. I do not dare take my eyes off him. If I could throw daggers with my eyes I would be right now.

You need to stay calm and breathe.

Now I know that was not just me thinking to myself. I knew that voice. "Mr. Chaffin and Ms. McComas, do you care to share with the class?" Mrs. Rose said in front of the whole class. I turn my attention to her while shaking my head.

"No, Mrs. Rose," Marcus sates. "She was just asking about her next class".

Why in the world would he act this way? I am nothing to him. Just the new girl he is trying to add to the list of his groupies. Class ran especially long since I had Satan himself next to me. Up until half way through class he just got up and walked out. The weird part was Mrs. Rose did not even show she cared.

When class ended, for some reason I expected to find Tristen at the same lockers. But, disappointment came when I walked out and he was not there. For the rest of the day I would look for him and come up empty handed. Even in lunch period he was nowhere to be found, nor was his crew. Finishing out the day I walk out to my car to find another white lily with a note.

And in her smile, I see something more beautiful than the stars

T.--

What a wonderful way to end this day. I did not have any idea where Tristen was or why he was not in school. But I knew that I could not wait to get to school tomorrow.