Valkyrie - the Vampire Princess by Pet Torres Page A

looking down at the ground.
    “Are you like this just because you were called to attention by our teacher?”
    “No... I mention... too...” I responded as I was rubbing my forehead. I was a little confused by everything.
    “Do not worry about that. All of us have a right to make a mistake and you did not make it on purpose. ”
     
    “Knowing you is the best thing that has happened to me in this school,” I spoke regaining my composure.
    In fact, she was the ‘second best thing’ because the ‘first best thing’ would be coming up, I just did not know it yet.

CHAPTER 6
     
     
    The following day, I arrived in my classroom before everybody else. It was only me, the board and the desks...
    I thought that if I arrived early, at least I would not run the risk of being humiliated again.
    I opened my notebook to verify my school schedule. I was staring down at the white leaf, when I heard someone’s footsteps arriving into the classroom.    Automatically, I cast an investigative look at the classroom door to see who was entering.  At that instant I thought that this was some teacher.
    Raising my head up, I saw a boy, standing, looking for a place to sit down. I remained still, ashamed for being alone with him in that room. I buried my face into my notebook with the intention of not being noticed by him.
    He took a seat at the desk furthest to the back very distant from me. I could not see him. I just listened to his impatient movements as he was beating his pen onto his desk over and over and over. It seemed it was tiresome for him to be there.
    I felt suffocated and was begging for someone to come into the room and break the tense atmosphere. I did not know why I felt troubled by his presence. It seemed almost as if he was guarding me.I felt something strange, as if he was there to protect me or something like that. 
     
    I rubbed my neck on my right side into a nervous crescent. I felt that he observed all my movements. Then I ran my hand down on my notebook and turned over the page as I pretended to be reading in silence.
    No less than two minutes later, Mirta arrived in the classroom and she looked beautiful, as usual. Her hair was loose and her make-up enhanced her fair face.
    “Upon my soul! You got up early this morning!” she exclaimed while she placed her pink knapsack onto her desk.
    I just saluted her with a humble smile, avoiding talking as the strange boy would hear my timid voice.
    “We have a new schoolmate,”Mirta commented into my ear when she saw the young boy seated in the corner of the classroom.
    I remained mute. I could not really say anything as I was thinking that there was a stranger in my classroom.
    “Why are you silent today?” Mirta insisted.
    “I need to go to the bathroom,” I murmured while I rose from my chair and went to my destination in a hurry.
    Mirta realised she and the boy was alone in the classroom, so she took the initiative to go in his direction and try to start a conversation. This was something I would never have the courage to do.
    “Welcome to the classroom!” she said as she put out her hand to him. However, he remained motionless, that is, he was serious and mute and he did not greet her, making her feel uncomfortable.
     
    “Sorry!” she said and her cheeks became red. Then she turned her back to him, walked back to her place and sat down in her chair. She was angry at the boy’s indifference.
     
    I remained in the bathroom for a long time where I washed my face, numerous times in the hope of alleviating my tension.
    The boy’s image hammered my neurons.
    He was tall, his skin was pale and his hair was dark and on his face was the presence of deep shadows around his eyes . He was dressed in dark clothes.
    When I achieved some sense of calm, I came back to my classroom. The said room was now filled with students. I had no courage to glance at the corner of my classroom.
    I entered into the room with my gaze down at the ground as I was avoiding seeing