Chapter 3
The day breezed pass for most of Clarke's classes, of course she wrote vigorous notes in each class, constantly asking questions; some would say disrupting the class but Clarke couldn’t help it.
Her heart raced and her legs shook as she walked into Politics. Her eyes darted around the classroom bouncing from each person trying to find a desk, normally she sat right in the center of classrooms but her eyes rested on a desk slightly to the side of the classroom, perfect for today.
"Welcome back everyone, I trust we are all as excited to back to the riveting topic of the government as I am. For our new students my name is Mr. Kane but please, call me Marcus, it makes me feel old otherwise." Pausing to take a breath Clarke realized Marcus had a sweet smile and a kind face. His hair was on the verge of black if it weren’t for the single streaks of gray which spotted his hair, yet he did not look old. “Today we will be covering a more historical view on politics and government, any questions?"
The lesson was incredible, Clarke uncharacteristically kept to herself and hadn't asked too many questions because of nerves but Marcus was so capturing. You could tell he loved what he was teaching and that spread to the students, Clarke viciously wrote down every word and had gone through many pieces of paper by the end.
A girl diagonally in front of Clarke raised her hand. Clarke had been so focused on the work she hadn't even taken note of her classmates. The girl had wavy brown hair reaching down to her waist. "Marcus, why did their leader accept the new “colony” into their alliance, they clearly didn’t have anything to offer and were only causing war. They were attacking her people to name one reason." her voice resonated through the air, exuding confidence and curiosity.
"That is an excellent question,” Marcus explained the answer and continued with his teaching but Clarke couldn't stop pondering over the question the girl had raised. Why did their leader accept them in?
The harsh sound of the bell broke Clarke from her concentration. The students slowly filed out of the room whilst Clarke fumbled trying to contain all of the pieces of paper that refused to stay on her desk. Her hands picked up all of the paper but one of the sheets slipped and fell to the ground landing couple of feet away. Clarke turned back to her desk dismissing the fallen paper and placed the remaining sheets in her bag. She then turned back to retrieve the fallen paper but was met with florescent green eyes, the rich green color belonging to the leaves in forests, it was as if the trees reflected off the girl’s eyes.
"Good first class hey?" the girl questioned, her voice not mocking but kind and gentle.
Clarke’s brain goes into a relapse and she momentarily can’t think, luckily after the girl giving her questioning looks her voice creaks producing sound. “Yes! it was so interesting; Marcus is a really good teacher.”
"Here" she held out Clarke's notes, "Do you need another pen? I can barely see the paper underneath," the girl mocked lightly.
Clarke laughed softly, "First day nerves I guess. Thank you for picking it up."
The girl walked to the door, only then Clarke noticed the girls long wavy dark hair and made the connection to the girl who asked the question. "What's your name?" Clarke yelled as the girl reached the door. A faint smile crept up the girl’s pink lips as she continued out the door.
That night Clarke talked for what seemed to be hours to her mum, they talked about her new classes, Abby having a particular interest in her biology classes, no surprise there. She stayed up finishing her homework, organizing her muddled mess of notes that seemed to just be paper with scribbled pen lines. She could barely read them. Clarke's phone vibrated, jumping up from her floor grateful to have a break, she picked up her phone. Finn had texted her.
Finn: Hey, are you awake?
Clarke: Yes sadly, slammed with work. Who knows if I will make it through this year…. why are you awake?
More of the same, how are your classes so far?
You wouldn’t believe it politics is so interesting…. Admittedly I felt like I was going to throw up the entire time, but the teacher is so good and the class discussions I’m sure will be so interesting. My art teacher is also so talented, the work is all so captivating, we get to express ourselves.
Hahah I though you would say that. You are finally with people of your own intelligence
That’s not it :/... ok maybe….
I still can’t believe on the first day monte hacked into all of the school’s cameras.
Is it really that hard to believe?
no I guess not; he did do it in our old building. Anyway I'll let you finish your work, goodnight, love you.
love you too
As she sent the last message her mind couldn't help drift to the question the brown haired girl had asked.
Art homework, ok I got this.