| Chapter 2 *The next morning I woke from the bed. The sun was on my face and my hair was loose. Realizing what time it was I jumped from my bed and ran to the bathroom. EWW! It smelt horrible. All that would have to wait. Popping a piece of Extra Polar Ice gum into my mouth I grabbed my purse and ran out the door to my car. I was going to be late for my class. Rearing out of the front view and down the street I couldn�t believe my luck, I was going to be late whether I could help it or not. The Montmartre community Private College was strict about tardiness however and I�d have to think of a hell of a story to get me out of this one. Especially since I�ve been late practically every other day since the beginning of the month. This wasn�t something good. Bursting into class with my brushes going all over the floor, I fell onto my knees. �Why Ms. Cunning how nice of you to join our class today. It is too bad you aren�t so eager to join our class 45 minutes early rather late every day.� Madame Buke grimaced. I wasn�t quite sure what she said and whether she said in English or French since her accent is so think but no matter; She enjoyed putting me out. As she turned and continued her lesson I leaned forward and continued to retrieve my utensils. I felt a hand touch mine as I looked to my right and saw Trevor by my side picking up each brush. �Thank you.� I mumbled. I didn�t know Trevor but I knew he was popular and one to stay away form, but right now it seemed as if all the rumors were all rumors� Handing me the bunch in his hand, �You�re Paulette right?� I blushed�he knew my name. �Paula.� I mumbled. He smiled. �Well maybe we can talk sometime.� He smiled again. Yet I melted deeper in to my puddle. �Yeah sure.� I whispered. �If you don�t mind I�m getting rather sick of this interaction take your seats. NOW!� Madam Buke scorned. I moved quickly, but as soon as I was at my seat I glanced towards Trevor. He looked my way and smiled and I couldn�t help but smile back. *I watched her all through the night. The only thing different about this girl was she IS different. She takes things as they come and feels as if there�s a reason to a logic or right or wrong even. Amazing I think how I could pick all that up from just looking at her. But I will admit, after being by myself for almost 104 years you�d think I�d be resting in peace. Yet I�m not. I�ve come accustom to the new technologies of the world and watched people come and go; but this one is different I just can�t figure it out. Tonight when she gets home I�m just going to have to play with her a little bit. That shouldn�t be too hard, since the notice of her furniture delivery had been posted for this evening. |