I've been thinking about Dylan lately, more than I thought I would, the matter being too much in my mind for me to handle. I’ve been doing fine, however my mind is filled with interrogations that don’t seem to fade away, once again. It’s always been this way, and in a justified way; always a problem ruling around like a mastermind of my own mental democracy. Although myself, excluding my thoughts, can’t seem to be okay with the way it’s going back there. Complicated, I know. I’ve been noticing that each time, I seem to be the problem and the solution itself- I must try and find a way to make peace with myself. Why do I always have to be this philosophic? No questions asked, no answers found. 

Spanish class is going well, with Miss Cavendish using the basics such as “hola” being hello, “buenas noches” as good night, “gato” being cat and much more. Chances are it won’t make me fail this year. Well, I’m confident. If I managed to get okay notes last year and that we’ll just insist on the same information. Though since we have a different teacher and that she looks head-in-the-clouds, nobody tells her, to keep it easy and chill. Failing Spanish won’t make us start our year again, though. Whatever, I think she likes me-I can’t be sure each time yet it’s a good thing she doesn’t think I’m in the bad kids throwing pebbles and sheets of paper behind her back. Even though I could, I won’t. 

She asked Avery and I to go by the reception desk to lend papers to the secretary. I’m a little curious about what the papers might be about- it seems to be about a future field trip next summer, perhaps I’m wrong as well. Though I don’t think it’s going to be La Ronde too times in a row. It was a long ride anyway. It must be expensive to buy that for such numerous students. I retain empathy with that, naturally. I have much in store. Avery seems anything but composed, at this moment. She keeps on biting her nails, her gaze flickering around nervously as she can’t stop sighing repeatedly. It might be in my head as well. I know how much I create myself illusions anyway- always delusional, as if searching for the trouble, asking for it. Clearly, I am not. 

“Is anything wrong?” I inquire her with an arched brow, instead of asking her what’s wrong, in case I’m being foolish once again 

“I don’t know. I miss the theatre club already. For some reason, I can’t imagine myself acting, though I wonder what it feels like.” She admits sheepishly, glancing over at me as she holds the sheets tightly in her arms, “It’s stupid. I’m good with creating clothing, though I feel like I’m useless here.” 

“You’re not.” I tell her with a frown, watching her seriously, “You’re incredibly good. In anything you do. But really, if you consider acting, you should talk to the girls about it. I’M sure they’ll be open. They’re our friends, after all.” 

“Right.” The brunette speaks sharply, brushing a strand away as her expression softens sensibly, “Thanks.” 

I nod slowly and continue walking alongside her as we reach the reception desk, a woman seemingly waiting for us. Her hands are shaking, and she exhales in relief as she sees the pile, grabbing it aggressively as she glares at us wide-eyed. 

“She finished it! Thank God! Thanks girls, you’re the best!” She says shyly, embarrassed by her sudden moves from a few seconds earlier 

“Hey, you’re students here, right?” Asks a masculine voice at our left 

I look over, seeing a tall man with messy hair and deep grey eyes. He seems to be thirty-something, with a small beard and a cursory stubble. The man is dressed simply, a black cap thrown messily on the top of his head. His breath is faltering-another anxious person. I consult my best friend and let out a small scoff, walking over with a nod. 

“We are, Sir. Do you need anything, or are you lost?” I question friendly, showing my best smile. The girl at the desk and Avery watch me weirdly, but I don’t mind. 

“Aw, aren’t you a kind girl? Thank you, I was searching for someone else. Amelia Weber, a new girl, she needed her manuals back. But hey, do you know where the principal’s office is?” He retorts roughly, though it doesn’t seem to be intentional 

I meet his gaze and tilt my chin to the right gesturing to the office where a grumpy man is working on his laptop, bothered by a case, which is probably money. The man passes by me without a word and thanks me with the strength of his gaze, knocking on the director’s half-opened door. 

*** 

I never thought I’d see her again. Amelia Weber. She was gone for about two years to visit her family in Germany, and then she came back. This girl stands at six foot two, perhaps, and she always has something to say, never running out of ideas. She painted her hair cherry red, and she owns many items of jewelry. I never really liked her-she stole my attention, couldn’t stop talking, and was always a bit messy. Naturally, since she was head over heels for my dear boyfriend-which is Jules, naturally, considering he’s still mine-, I always went on her case. And God, that was the best thing I have ever done. Boom, her reputation broke into pieces, and she was considered a victim as I got on her back repeatedly. I’m quite certain everyone was grateful for me doing such a thing. 

She was so annoying anyway, with that German accent of hers. Two years later, she is back. Another victim right after Nora, another way to make me feel superior. And I am, of course. No questions asked, no doubts about it. I bet even my dear nemesis knows that she doesn’t stand a chance. Anyway, I find myself quite enthusiast about Amelia’s return. She didn’t brag much about how rich her parents were, but she clearly is and with the way she acts, it’s obvious. Rich girls smell rich girls from afar, and I can see it in her eyes. 

While I sit there and watch her walk in, I realize everyone seems surprised though Nora looks curious-since she didn’t meet her before. This girl joined in secondary four and barged into my life for no reason at all, and I bet she’ll go and ruin that German's life. I wouldn’t mind though-it would be an effective way to focus on the brunette rather than on the redhead. And if Nora is being kind to Amelia, I guess I’ll just spread rumors again or something more creative than that or go on her case.  

“Guten Tag...Uh, hi. I guess some of you knew me already.” She mumbles in her thick accent as she walks over to the others to advert that she’s back, “Oh! I haven’t met you before! What’s your name?” She then inquires Nora. 

My nemesis looks up, surprised. She seems to take in her appearance, a soft smile playing on her lips as she extends a hand and shakes Amelia’s. The two of them are happy and their eyes meet, seemingly new friends. I feel the corner of my lips twitch into a small smile, though I don’t know what to think about it. Nora and Amelia, friends? That’s weird, yet it can be to my advantage if I want them both apart and Jules to be drawn closer. He might get pulled away by this new friendship-if it is some that I seek in this moment. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I was a bit distracted.” Nora laughs as she tilts her head, “That’s right, we haven’t met since I got into this school last year. I’m Nora. Amelia, right?” 

“That’s right! This seems to be going well, so I’m glad I get to have friends now!”  

“You didn’t have some before?” The brunette repeats with her brows arched up, having a sappy expression, “Why then?” 

The brown-eyed girl takes a glance at me nervously, and I can’t help myself but let out a snicker. Nora understands immediately and as soon as she sees me, her gaze sharpens, and she shifts Amelia’s attention back to her. Riley and Stephany stand alongside me, Stephany’s gaze holding more excitement than Riley. I don’t care at this moment-the two of them matter. 

“Ah, Ann-Marie, some girl. She tried a lot of things.” 

“And she won’t stop, I believe.” Nora sighs as she shakes her head. 

She’s right. I must get on Amelia’s case and touché, Nora’s attention will be on her, Jules will feel distant and will crawl back to me.