CHAPTER 3: 'I'm Fatherless__'

Ivy's P.o.v

Sitting back at my usual spot at the end of the school's library, I stretched out my cramped arms again, letting out a yawn the umpeenth time, a normal reaction that really showed my 'love' for reading. I had barely even spent half an hour studying my history note.

I continued flipping through random pages on the book but all I could see was a whole lot of 'boredom, boredom and boredom.' I wouldn't even care to read the note if not for Mrs Brooklyn.

I groaned tiredly, and peered my eyes out of the library's window, watching a few students leaving the school premises, the detention students perhaps. Which only meant one thing. I was the only student left.

Apparently, I was ditched by my sisters almost an hour ago, and Cindy had to take the school bus. As always, other students had already rushed out of the school either with their friends, families or themselves. So that explains why I'm the last student in the school's building.

I stopped looking down and decided to stare at the sky instead, watching as the skies started turning into a mix of orange, blue, and rosy pink. It was really the most beautiful thing I had ever seen for a very long time. My thoughts then drifted to the last discussion I had with my history teacher. Immediately, I took off my eyes from the lovely view and went on to reading, this time with a little bit of seriousness.

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Flashback
[I reluctantly dragged myself towards Mrs Brooklyn's desk as soon as I handed over my binder to Cindy.

"Hi Mrs. Brooklyn." I started, giving her one of my dorkiest wide smiles but she ignored my greetings and just pulled out something from her desk.

My Test Script.

She showed me the blank spaces on my test script, indicating I didn't write anything on it other than the dates of course. 

"Yeah, I already saw that." I replied in a blank tone while she raised her eye brows surprisingly probably not expecting that kind of response from me.

"Of course you did!" She exclaimed, dropping the plain sheet on her table before letting out an exasperated sigh. Oh no, here it comes...

"You have been lacking off in my classes lately, not just mine, other classes too. Your other teachers and I have been professing the exact same difficulties Miss Raven, I'm afraid you are not doing a very good job in reading your books."

I hate talks like this, it's the same as always. I don't know if I am the only one who feels this way but why exactly do parents and teachers conclude we don't read our books all because we failed a certain test. I swear, I always read, but it's just like everything enters a ear and comes out of the other.

"As a good friend of your mother," She continued. "I would advise you start up an after school lesson dear. You have to try your best this session Ivy." She finished, letting out another sigh. I just knew where this was going.

Yes, as creepy as it sounds, Mrs Brooklyn knows my mother, she's literally friends with everyone's mom, maybe your mom too.

"What is it?" I asked anxiously knowing there was something she ought to tell me. It was already evident in her eyes.

She looked at me for a while, contemplating on whether to tell me or not and let out another sigh for like the umpeenth time. Apparently, sighing is Mrs Brooklyn best way of showing anger, disappointment or maybe worry for example.

"I would hate to break it out to you Miss Raven, but if you fail this term, I'm afraid your mother might have to transfer you to another school." She finally dropped the bombshell while giving me the 'worried look'. I wasn't surprised though, this was bound to happen sooner or later. And I would be lying if I said Brimestone high was my ever first highschool, it wouldn't be the last either.

"Another school like GastFord?" I implied and she nodded in agreement.

GastFord appears to be one of the highschools my mother kinda thinks is the best for me, but honestly, I felt it was lame. Even the name sounds ghasty. I've always been forced to transfer schools either because of the nature of my mother's job, or because apparently she concludes the school isn't good enough after seeing the terrible results I bring back home for the semester.

"Or maybe an 'All girls boarding school," She added.

What? I hate boarding schools, it's like my ever worst nightmare. The thought of me living with so many girls was enough for me to throw up a little. It's a horrible feeling really. I mean no offense to all boarders but living my life with my beloved and loving sisters is hard enough, thank you so much.

"I will leave you to think about it Miss Raven. Remember, I'm always here to help if you need one, or you can meet up with any of your seniors who are willing to guide you. I will excuse you for now."

I let out a sigh for the first time that day and rose up from the cushy office chair opposite hers before heading towards the exit. I didn't know how I was going to do this or where I was going to start from but getting straight A's was my biggest aim from then onwards.]

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And that was how I found myself seated at the back of the library. Apparently I had been given another chance to make up for the history test I failed woefully in, but unfortunately, reading my history note still wasn't working for me.

I used to like History before and in fact listened to a bunch of historical stories from my father while I was younger, except now, I didn't. It only brought bad memories of the past and besides, I feel like they are just made up stories by archaeologists probably with the aim of impacting morals and values in the lives of people. I don't just understand why we are not ready to give up believing in this made up facade or like I like to call it, Crabs, even I had to eventually learn the truth the hard way.

"Miss Raven, I would like to close the library now, besides, it's getting late dear." Mrs Thompson, the librarian, cuts me off from my thoughts. I looked at the time. It was already 6:00 pm, even I couldn't believe I could spend that long.

"Yes Mrs Thompson," I thrilled monotonously while packing my binder and some other stack of books into my bag. I grabbed a few other essential items and headed towards the exit.

"Just one moment Ivy," The librarian said, stopping me on my tracks. "I noticed you've not being yourself lately, are you okay."

I turned towards her direction and nodded a 'no' in response. What was she going to do? Open my head and throw books inside? 

"Are you sure honey? I can always be of help." She continued unconvincingly especially with the forlorn look I had on my face. I understood she cared for me, well all her students as a matter of fact. That's who she is, Madame Theresa.

"It's nothing much Mrs Thompson, just got a little stressed out lately but I assure you, I'm totally fine,"I replied, secretly hoping she'd believe me this time and let me go.

"Alright dear, I won't force you tell me what the problem is, but if you need anything or some one to talk to, I'm always here to help." Smiling kindly at me, she said, before slipping out an envelope from her bag.

"By the way, someone left you this." A letter? Someone left me a letter?

"You'll find out who it is when you read it Ivy." As if she could see through me, Mrs Thompson said while handling over the white envelope to me.

"Goodnight before your parents start to worry, I don't want your dad calling the cops on me." She chuckled at her own joke but I didn't find it funny at all. Poor Mrs Thompson hadn't learnt the truth yet. Grimacing slightly, I managed to force out a fake smile and bolted out of the library before she noticed the glint of sadness in my eyes.

And yes, I'm fatherless.

[1,400 words]

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