Back-To-School Blogfest Entry

That’s right, I’m getting my blogfest on yet again! This fest is in honor of the beginning of a new school year… um… which is probably far less exciting to me as a high school teacher than it is to some of you, whose post-college lives are now blessedly untainted by academia.

But anyway.

Roh Morgan is the one hosting the Back To School Daze Blogfest. Be sure to click over to his site and check out the other entries – after you’ve read mine, of course!

This particular scene comes from The Clearing, which is the YA novel I’ve got on sub right now. It’s guaranteed to make you squirm and thank your lucky stars you’re not in high school anymore! Enjoy!

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One by one, my classmates drifted through the door until the room buzzed with their conversation. I kept my eyes fixed on my notes, trying to block out the sound of their voices so that maybe I wouldn’t get too freaked out. A multitude of butterflies erupted somewhere deep in my belly when the bell finally rang to start class. I shut my notebook and settled back into my chair, hoping we wouldn’t have to go first. I shot a nervous glance over at Liam’s desk, hoping to find him looking well-rested and confident, which might possibly have happened – except that he wasn’t there.

There was a second of horror-struck confusion as I registered his absence.

My heart jumped into my throat. Where was he? Had he somehow forgotten about the project? If he was out running around in that stupid forest, I was absolutely going to kill him. Mrs. Rosenberg had threatened us repeatedly about not showing up on presentation day – if one of us wasn’t there, we would lose a letter grade on the project. No excuses would be accepted.

And here I sat, staring at the empty desk of my supposed partner. My imagination instantly filled with visions of myself storming around campus until I found Liam, then giving him the chewing out he deserved. I pictured all the nasty, biting things I would say to him: How unreliable he was, how I couldn’t believe he had abandoned me like that. I would demand that he go to Mrs. Rosenberg and beg her to take another letter off of his grade instead of deducting points from mine.

“Alright, let’s begin,” Mrs. Rosenberg called from her podium as my life flashed before my eyes. Somehow, I knew what she was about to say before she said it. “I would like to begin with Liam and Natalie, please. The rest of you, remember to stay quiet and take notes on each presentation. Your behavior as an audience makes up a part of your grade.”

There was a pause as she waited for me to get up. I could feel my classmates staring at me.

“Um,” I said, standing up halfway and posing in an awkward crouch, “Liam isn’t here today.”

Mrs. Rosenberg glanced at Liam’s empty chair, then emitted a loud huff and threw up her hands. “What did I tell you about being here on presentation day?” She aimed the accusation at me, which somehow made me feel guilty even though I hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I’m sorry,” I said helplessly. “I don’t know where he is.”

I sat back down in my seat; she would probably just make us go tomorrow, and that way I would have time to wallow in my humiliation before finding Liam and punching him in the face.

“You still have to go,” Mrs. Rosenberg said, her eyes cast down at what I assumed was our project grade sheet on her podium. She was drawing enthusiastic streaks across it with her red pen.

Surely I heard her wrong. “I’m sorry?”

She looked up at me then, giving me The Look that all teachers seem to have. “You still have to present, Natalie. You’ve lost a letter grade already because your partner didn’t show up, but if you don’t go at all today, you’ll fail the project.”

I felt my face freeze in a tormented expression. Someone sniggered behind me. I could feel the entire class struggling to hide their delight at my predicament.

Without saying a word, I picked my notes up off my desk and walked to the front of the room, turning slowly to face the class. My heartbeat pounded in my ears and I felt slightly off balance; it was like one of those dreams where you suddenly look down and realize you’re naked and everyone is laughing at you. Only I was wearing clothes, and they were still laughing.

“The poem Rhapsody on a Windy…

I stopped and cleared my throat, then started again. “The poem Rhapsody on a Windy Night has long been…”

From the back of the room I saw Chelsea Bennett’s face alight with satisfaction. She grinned at the girl sitting next to her, and both of them dissolved into silent giggles behind their notebooks.

And suddenly I couldn’t stop breathing. My breath was coming in, then out, faster and faster, and I was getting dizzy….

“Natalie?” Mrs. Rosenberg’s concerned voice came from very far away. It was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

15 thoughts on “Back-To-School Blogfest Entry

  1. In an attempt to stop lurking around your website, I will comment on this.

    I can’t wait to read it! I’m actually quite perturbed that nobody has picked it up yet because that means I don’t get to read it. I want to walk into a bookstore and say, Hey, she’s my friend! And I can’t wait for that day.

    Good job, Anne 🙂

  2. Oooo, the pressure! The terror of presentations! Poor Natalie. Now, in my mind it’s even worse because I’m convinced something very bad happened to Liam (which is one of my favorite names of all time, by the way).

  3. This is a good piece. I can relate my own story to it, so it was an enjoyable easy read I even got into the main character and I’d like to punch Liam too…lol

  4. OMG that was a great back-to-school entry! I think we all had moments like that…though probably without the passing out. I can totally feel for her, though.

    Stupid Liam.

  5. Totally awesome scene — I still feel nauseous for Natalie. I kept expecting Liam to rush in, but he doesn’t so now I think he’s in trouble in the forest somewhere and then WHAM she faints. Great way to leave the scene hanging for the reader. Loved it! 😀

  6. Great scene! Oh, the memories. I never actually passed out, but sometimes wished I had. It might have been better than the torture of making it through the whole thing.

  7. Sorry to be so tardy in reading your blogfest entry…

    You captured that stomach-in-throat feeling very well. Her dread was palpable and I found myself waiting along with her for Liam to show up and save the day.

    I also felt the scorn from her catty classmates, her humiliation, and the blood draining from her head.

    Very nicely done. You get an ‘A’!

    And thanks for attending my blogfest!

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