Shadows You Left Behind.

Miss Carlie kept me behind after class. I didn't know why.
"Frank!" She called before I left the room, I paused on the spot looking up at her.
"Yes, miss." I mumbled, fiddling with my gloves in anxiety.
"I'd like to talk to you please, I'll write you a note explaining why you're late for your next class."
Trying my hardest not to make a gulping noise, I failed miserably. That meant she'd keep me there a long time.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble." I breathed a sigh of relief, and she laughed, her rather round chin shaking a little.
"So, your drawing this lesson." Miss Carlie dragged out, making me shiver inside with doubt and worry.
"I like it."
I looked at her incredulously. "You do?" She nodded.
"Yes, you must have felt strongly about the subject this time. I'll be honest, it's a lot better than your other work, would you like to tell me about it?"
She gave me an encouraging grin, and I looked down onto the page I'd customized today.
In the centre of the paper was a person; it was unclear which gender it was- as you could only see the bottom of a face, not the hair or clothes; they were wearing a hat made out of a elderly wolf head, giving it an Native American feel to it. Around it were dream catchers and wisps of smoke and a tree pattern, shading and crossing in places. As it floated up the page, the wisps got darker, giving it a sinister edge to it that could be unnoticed in the care-free eye. In the corner was the quote: 'The soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tears.' In the top corner was a poem I'd written myself.
"Frank?" Miss Carlie snapped me out of it.
"Tell me about the quote." she prompted, putting herself in an approachable position, as if trying to get me to talk.
"In my elementary school, there was a teacher who was brought up Native American, she told me some stories and poems. I'd been entranced with it all. I guess that one just stuck." I explained, retreating my head out of the conversion, as if I was reeling it back out of the intensity of Miss Carlie's thoughts.
"And the poem?"
I blushed. I wasn't going to share that one.
Sensing my lack of speech, she smiled.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me." She removed her glasses and sat on the side of the table.
"I know it's unprofessional of me, but I worry about you sometimes Frank. You're a refreshingly original being, but you seem so lost sometimes. Don't worry, you'll understand everything, it just takes time."
I breathed out, taken aback by what she was saying, yet still trying to repress the deep-routed feeling of 'how-much-cheese-is-she-going-to-put-into-this-conversation-help-me' that everyone gets in these situations.
"Really?"
She nodded encouragingly.
"Yeah. If you ever want to talk to me about anything, just stay behind again. Although, you seem to be making good friends with the new student, Mr. Gerard Way today. I think you two will get along well." An almost sly grin ran up the corners of her mouth that she was obviously trying to hide.
"What are you insinuat?-" she winked at me and ushered me out the door, handing me a late slip and hesitating at the door.
“I'm only teasing ya' Frank. Go on, get off to class.”
Unsure about the rules of teaching, I plodded along the school site, clasping the piece of neon pink paper I had acquired, not knowing whether to feel slightly pissed off at her accusations.
I eyed the crumpled note and opened it. It read 'Please excuse Frank being late, he did a very impressive piece of artwork that I wished to discuss with him.'
Miss Carlie was officially my new favourite teacher.
I'd never been good at art, but I chose it for GCSE because I thought 'Well, it's creative. Gotta be better than nothing.'
I'm glad I chose it now.
. . . . .
"Franklin Iero! Why are you late?"
I decided it wouldn't be a good idea to correct him that it was simply 'Frank' right now, he didn't seem to be in a forgiving mood.
"I was with Miss Carlie, this explains it." I said, handing the slip over. He scanned down the page, gave a timid smile and told me to go and sit down.
Looking around the room I spotted Gerard, sat at the back, looking at me from across the room. He had no one next to him, so I went and sat down there.
"How come 'Miss Scene Queen' hasn't snapped up this seat yet?" I whispered, sniggering.
"I kinda told her to go away, in the nicest way possible of course."
I laughed and got out my pen and Geography book.

Notes

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