Alexander

Alexander

“Welcome to Geography!” Dad said. Students around me started to whisper. I noticed Rachelle and Rilla sharing a look. Why can’t we, just once, start a year as normal people? Why do we always have to be the out casts?

            Tallia raised her hand. Dead silence enclosed us as all eyes turned and looked at her. Tallia shrank back but kept her hand raised. Several people looked shocked; A few gasps could be heard. Then in the smallest voice I had ever heard she asked, “Mr. Habaloose?”

My father didn’t seem to hear her. She tried again this time louder. “Mr. Habaloose?”

            “Yes? Miss um…” My dad checked his seating chart. ”Miss Aldra? Aldra? Hm…Any relation to Rycker Aldra?”

            “M-My U-U-Uncle.” She stumbled over the words. Then seeming to gain more confidence, she asked, “Mr. Habaloose this is world History.”

            Father looked up from the paper and looked at her, “Is that so?”

            She nodded.

            “Well then my apologies. Welcome to World history!” My father said in the loudest, most obnoxious voice he could muster. (This by the way is very loud.) A few students snickered. I hid my face in my hands. Rachelle leaned over and whispered, “Is everything alright?” It was the most angelic whisper I had ever heard. And I thought her normal voice was beautiful. The whisper was almost musical something told me this girl was not ordinary. This girl was special.

            No of course nothing was all right! My father should know better than to magically amplify his voice in front of a bunch of mortals. What was he thinking?!? We’re going to have to move again!

            But of course I couldn’t say that just then. Boys? Word to the Wise, if the most attractive girl you ever laid eyes on asks if everything is alright just say yes and be done with it. DO NOT under any circumstances do what I did.

            I went to lift my head and bonked my head on the desk. OW! All eyes turned on me. I started to see red spots. Everything was spinning, I could vaguely hear someone scream and say my name over and over. And all went black.

 

 

            Without opening my eyes, I yawned. I heard someone squeal. That was the last thing I heard. I went to turn over so I could get comfortable but I couldn’t move. I tried to open my eyes but sleep wouldn’t allow me to see anything. I tried to wipe away my sleep but found I couldn’t move my arm. So I used my shoulder. It worked well enough for me to open my eyes completely.

            The first thing I saw was a beautiful face. So beautiful it could only be the face of an angel. She had a round but not chubby face, Mesmerizing, deep blue eyes that looked like the ocean, dark hair that draped on her shoulders like lace on a bride. As my vision broadened I saw that she was a rare beauty, muscular but feminine. Slightly tan, she looked like she was born to wear a crown. She stood with determination, as if ready for a fight.

            My line of vision broadened farther and saw a man standing next to this goddess. He looks vaguely familiar I couldn’t place it but something told me I knew this man. The thought revolted me. The man was in desperate need of a shower and exercise. He was incredibly obese. He looked like he would be to tan if he ever saw the sun, which I highly doubt.

Standing in comparison to the golden angel next to him, He wasn’t even there.

The girl leaned over and whispered something to the hideous man he nodded and waddled out of the room.

The girl looked at me and scribbled something on the clipboard I didn’t realize she had. She walked over and sat at the foot of my bed.

It was only then I realize she was wearing a pink Minnie mouse shirt that complimented her feminine curves, a pair of shorts just above her knees that hugged her thighs and exaggerated her small hips. She had well shaped legs that were meant for dancing. She must have pulled her hair back because it was in a sexy ponytail that swished when she moved. I couldn’t see her feet but I knew she had a pair of cute pink DC shoes.

             “Okay,” she said it was more of an exhale, “You’ve been out for almost 10 hours, and you have a mild concussion and a temporary case of amnesia. Don’t worry it should be gone in a couple of hours.”

“Wait I’m confused what will be gone in a couple hours this massive headache the concussion gave me of the amnesia?” I asked, “And what’s your name anyway?”

            “The both should be gone.” She said distractedly, she was writing again. “And my name is Rachelle.”

             I blinked. “Say that again.”

            “Say what again?” Rachelle asked.

            “Your name,” I replied. I wanted to get it right.

            Rachelle raised an eyebrow and said skeptically “Rachelle…”

            I blinked again, this time seeing red spots. The hospital room was spinning everything blacked out.

 

           

            I opened my eyes and sat up.

            “Rachelle,” I said, “Rachelle I remember. I remember everything…” I stopped short. I remembered that I needed to see my dad immediately. “Here’s my dad?” I asked surprisingly calm for the situation I was in.

            “Your father is outside. I am not supposed to let anyone in.” the nurse said.

            “But…” I started. The stopped I couldn’t very well tell he the reason for me needing to talk to my dad. And complaining wasn’t going to change her orders. So I stopped.

            “I am going to you some breakfast. Is there anything else I can get you while I’m out?” the nurse asked, “Besides your father.” She added with a smile.

            I studied the girl. She was no Rachelle but she was cute. I looked at her nametag it said Nurse Heraldson.

            “Yeah, my dad should have my book. If you could get that for me, that would be great.” I requested.

Reading is my favorite pastime. In Cairo, we had a library that had 220 books. I read them all in a two month summer vacation. My biggest dream is to find the Library of Alexandra. My idea of heaven is the Library of Congress. I am currently reading the third installment of the squire’s tales By Gerald Morris, An adventure about Sir Terence, a knight of King Arthur’s Round Table.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Without an invitation a doctor walked in, followed by a group of interns. Rachelle was among them. She gave an enthusiastic wave. I gave a polite smile and nod.

She smiled and pointed at the doctor and faked boredom and mouthed blah, blah, blah. I snickered.

“… This patient has a mild concussion. Does anyone here know how to treat it?” The doctor was saying.

A girl from the back raised her hand.