In the school hallway, two hands were holding each other awkwardly.
One of the two people had an ice cold expression while the other was totally startled. Of course, Peter was the one who was startled at who was looking back at him, because it was... "Mrs Smith" Peter managed to squeeze out a sound barely a whisper.
Mrs Smith's face softened and her lips turned into a smile, as she said "Well done on answering the question right, truthfully I've never thought that you are lazy with brains, I will let this sleeping incident slide. But..." She paused deliberately and her smile turned cold, you could feel the temperature drop she continued "...As for you leaving my class without my permission you are going to face detention today.".
Mrs Smith was known for her cold harsh punishments, and harsh demeanor towards every student she taught, you would even think she is an old lady who has faced too many hard times in life but she was just in her early thirty, strikingly beautiful, but her sharp tongue negated any charm. She has always acted like she is above every law and no one can punish her but she can punish others. Another privilege of being in rich family. Even the Principal himself seemed intimidated by her background. Only few people on the school people were at her level and most of them were like her.
"I know she is probably doing this because, I was one of the poorest people in the class" Peter thought.
Mrs Smith said after a while "What is your name little man".
"She did not even know my name I could even give her a fake name... but she will find out eventually and with her influence my life could be a living hell" Peter thought with mixed emotions. "I am Peter Turner, Ma'am!" His voice rushed quickly.
Mrs Smith turned back with a nod of acknowledgement as she walking towards her class.
At the time you could feel the relief on Peter's face, he even started releasing a long breath that he did not realise he was holding in his lungs. After Peter's struggle to compose himself, he finally went to the boys restrooms.
Peter reached the restrooms then entered a Toilet and locked it.
Back in the classroom after Mrs Smith went out, a friend of Emily asked Emily of when she will confess her interest in Peter, and just as always she turned red like a fresh tomato her smile threatening to reach her ears. As here friends kept pestering her, telling her this is her chance to be with the one she has in her heart, she finally caved in to their pressure because she was the only one who had no boyfriend in their group, and not because she was ugly or anything like that instead, it was the opposite it was because she'd always reject every man who came up to her and try to ask her out with a typical response like "I have a boyfriend" and she did this because she had her eyes on one guy for over 3 years, and because most of the man who asked her out had other dark intentions.
Emily made her way out of the classroom as well, and hid herself behind a locker in the school hallway as Mrs Smith was making her way back to her class, then after she was sure that Mrs Smith was not coming back she started walking gracefully towards the boys restrooms, since she remembered that Peter asked to go to the bathroom.
After a few minutes of Peter in the restrooms he heard the swing of the door to the restroom open and close, accompanied by footsteps that couldn't possibly be a boy stepping into the restroom. The footsteps stopped on the front of my toilet door, then that angelic voice I often hear ring in my head rang through the door, "Hello, Peter, are you there?". At first I thought my head was messing with me, maybe I'm day dreaming in the Toilet. Then the voice rang again "Hello...Hello, Peter are you there? I want to ask you something.". "I noticed something about the voice, it was similar to the one in my head but this one was clear, vibrant and more beautiful, that's when I knew I am dealing with a real human." Peter Thought.
After a few moments Emily knocked on the door "Hey, if you don't answer me, will break this door down." she said irritated.
At the same time Peter's mind was a mess, heart beating so hard along the rib cages that it threatened to tear its way out of his chest. He opened his mouth but no words formed on his lips, no sound escaped his mouth it was like someone pressed the mute button on him. This all was making Emily even more irritated as she could hear him breathing but getting no response. As she started remembering that this was the boys restrooms and she shouldn't be hear and she probably got Peter spooked, "Okay sorry for barging in here, can we meet by the park later today...?" She went quiet for almost a minute then continued "Oh so you don't wanna speak with me, well that's fine but I wanted tell you... something just meet me outside, okay!" she said face getting red by the second and finally ran out of the boys restrooms.
Peter sat there amazed, spooked, joy, embarrassed, grim and a rainbow of emotions flashing across his face. He was like a chameleon, his face turning into multiple shades of colours as his mind was a jumble of what was happening today after that slap of Mrs Smith it was even racing in a tense race trying to distinguish if what he head was real or not, what to do with all this. He stood up, dressed up then he went towards the mirror, footsteps de-orientated when he finally reached the mirror his head couldn't take his stress, his legs gave out and he went out cold on the floor.
Peter woke up to a room with a blinding light, as he started moving on the school hospital bed trying to adopt to the blinding light, a voice talked to him near his ear, "...What are you stressing about little man?... Do you know thinking too much might get you to serious mental conditions?..." this voice was messed up inside Peter's ears as he was only hearing a voice rising and lowering murmurs but it was identifiable that it was a woman talking besides him...