The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the schoolyard of St. Anthony high school.
Richard, the new boy, stood near the entrance, his school bag slung over one shoulder.
His eyes darted nervously as he surveyed pass the unfamiliar faces.
The other students chattered excitedly, their curiosity piqued by the arrival of a stranger.
Mrs. Alice, the biology teacher, was in the middle of explaining the intricacies of photosynthesis when the door creaked open.
The principal, Mr. Thompson, stepped inside, his stern expression softened by a hint of pride. He cleared his throat, capturing the attention of the entire class.
“Good morning, everyone,” Mr. Thompson said, his voice echoing off the walls.
“We have a new student joining us today. Richard, would you like to introduce yourself?”.
Richard shuffled forward, his cheeks flushed. “Uh, hi,” he stammered. “I’m Richard.
The students exchanged glances, Richard’s accent was different, his clothes slightly worn out.
But there was something about the way he held himself a quiet determination that intrigued them.
Mrs. Alice smiled warmly. “Welcome, Richard. We’re glad to have you. Please find an empty seat.”
As Richard settled into the back row, the classroom vibrated with giggles and mild laughters, writing by remi the writer
Before Mrs Alice could ask the reason for their silly laughs, the bully, esther, leaned across the aisle.
She hissed, her hisses were as loud as the morning bell.
“Hey, Richard,” she drawled. “Did you win a scholarship”.
The whole class resumes the laughter, due to Esther’s question.
Richard pretended not to answer, But Esther had cut through the façade, exposing his vulnerability.
Mrs. Alice stepped forward, her gaze was icy. “Esther,” she said sharply.
“Enough,” she said, her voice slicing through the giggles of the students.
“I won’t tolerate…….”.
But she never finished.
Richard’s eyes beamed an outworldly phosphorescent White glow that made Mrs alice stop talking.
She blinked, wondering if she’d accidentally ingested a fairy dust during breakfast, writing by remi the writer.
Mrs. Alice felt a strange compulsion, a sudden urge to pick up her cane on her desk.
She could here Richards voice in a state of trance, “Teach her a lesson.” echoed through her eardrums.
Mrs. Alice hesitated. She’d never been one for corporal punishment.
But something primal stirred within her. She raised the cane then hit Esther.
The cane perfectly coiffed Esther’s head. The class gasped in shock, Esther’s rude facade crumbled.
Her mischievous laughs d!ed abruptly. The other students exchanged bewildered glances when they saw the wide glow on Richard’s eyes.
Each student whispered to each other “What just happened? they asked, glaring at the unlikely scenario.
As Richard settled back into his seat, the rest of the students stole secret glances at him in the state of dilemma.
“Who was he? Why did his gaze hold such power? almost as if he had instructed Mrs Alice to do so?….
TBC…..
Episode 2 coming next!
Written by ©️ Remi the writer
