#4 WORDS AND THOUGHTS

Tuesday morning was as usual as a little bit chaotic. The third class was not as loud as it could be, but 25 young people in one place and their talks were just normal. In addition, anything but quiet. Everything but the girl. Mia was not there.

Everybody was sitting somewhere: on chairs, on tables. And this time it was the same game as usual: Mrs Polanska, Polish teacher, came into the room and looked nerved over her thick glasses at pupils who were sitting on tables. In just a few minutes, everything was in the best order.

-How do you dare to behave this way? You are too loud and rude! Does the further pride of today’s youth look like that? - Mrs Polanska was not screaming, a teacher with great experience, authority, and with a very ear-splitting voice. She knew this class was not as bad as they might think after her criticism, but she was already older and needed to stay true to her manners.

Everybody sat down and some said even short excuses. At one time, it was so calm you could hear the wind outside, which was not so strong and just moved the weakest leaves on trees.

The teacher looked after notes in the schoolbook and pupils started to take out their materials for this lesson. A whoosh of books and booklets was drowning around the class.

It was one minute before eight o’clock (beginning of lesson) and Mia stood in the door and looked around quickly. She already knew where she would sit down. If you do not perceive people as human beings, it is not so hard to find the place you’re looking for. She just came in and sat down on a chair near the window. Moreover, noone who would come to the classroom would notice her at the first look. Besides, that was the goal. It was caused by the wrong scenarios from her phobias.

Just as she was already sitting she looked at people around as human beings and her look did not force to look back at her. People were busy talking and now the teacher came into the room, everybody calmed down and was silent. Then the school bell rang and everybody put out things they needed for this lesson.

Mrs Polanska started to check the attendance list and she did not wait long for announcement. It was enough to make any smallest noise and the teacher already knew who was present. Additionally, the woman did not even put up her head to check whether it was right or not. At the end, when she read the name of the new pupil she was astonished by the quiet “present” from the end of the room. Not only was the teacher confused.

Everybody looked into the corner where Emilia was sitting. Nobody was expecting the presence of the new girl, nobody noticed her until this moment. As if she would be invisible. Incredible! Emilia was already often confronted with such experience and was looking forward with a small, friendly smile on her face. She seemed to be a nice girl. She had big, green eyes, curly, brown and quite long hair and she looked pretty. She did not have branded clothes, but you saw she was classy. She preferred simple, almost cold colours like sky blue and a shirt with a white collar. In addition, everything looked sporty, although she had blue jeans and inconspicuous ballerinas. It was a sunny September and it was warm enough to walk without a jacket. Nonetheless, she had one. It was put on an empty chair next to her.

Her face did not change just because 26 persons were looking at her. It was the OMG moment. Nevertheless, Mia did not react to this sudden attention as normal people do. She did not turn red, she did not move, she did not even breathe.

Everybody seemed to ask how nobody could notice a new girl in the room? Even Mrs Polanska was astonished although she already knew every kind of walking and could say by the way of walking who it is. She would even hear the most quiet talk at the end of the room (it nerved every pupil of course) and now she did not get it. She breathed two times deeper and looked at her class register for a while. Reading names was not necessary for her, she knew from the start who was and who was not present and the whole experience had changed today. She tried to look at the new girl, but she could not just stare

She asked some questions about some literature figures from the previous class. Of course, she asked the new one, too. It was a good possibility to look at her without looking for excuses. In addition, questions about new material were not any problem for the new girl. She answered every question with plain sentences, simple logic and good arguments as if she had already prepared answers.

In addition, it was not disrespectful. It was self-conscious and somehow classy. From this day on Mrs Polanska tried to learn the way of walking of her new pupil, but it was hard to get. Emilia was so quiet and so elegant at the same time and it was almost impossible to solve this riddle.

During the break came first questions from other pupils: how did she got here, why and other things you ask a new person.

- Please, call me Mia. – said Emilia and of course she had to answer how she liked the city and school and this and that. Tit for tat. She answered plainly and shortly and you could not get much information about her, even if some of pupils asked things, which you cannot answer with a simple “yes”, or “no”.

Everybody who was looking at Mia was convinced to know her for years although nobody knew much about her and she did not make the impression of letting to get to know her easier. However, it seemed to be impossible. She was polite and very well educated, but she did not share much information about her. Instead, she asked someone about something and then the discussion was about a completely new topic and it was hard to come back to the main question: who is that girl?

Just Viola was looking in another way at the new girl. She already noticed Mia did not change so much and it was still possible to recognize her. In addition, for Mia it was neither good nor bad that everyone looked at her and that many people would have liked to talk with her. She had manners, style, and such simplicity of being.

Viola was complicated and to keep her mask of a totally blond was a challenge right now. She hated the feeling of being near to Mia. The last time she saw Mia, it was years ago, they were kids. However, she knew something that nobody else here knew. What is more, normally she would make a great scandal out of it, but the secret of Mia was connected with Viola. Viola respected her anyway. She did not like her, but she respected her. Some people are just broken and you do not touch them so that they do not fall apart. As a result, that was the reason why Mia’s secret was safe.



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