Tell Your Sister
His dark hair still wet from the shower, Aaron Fenn ran through the buoyant have of a deep blue autumn morning. In a town of inclines and subtly divisions, Millward Secondary stood in the north end amidst curving streets of split level-homes. The bell for first period sounded as Aaron turned the last corner before the school, books and binders swinging at his side. He hasn’t even had time to come up with a fresh excuse for why he was late again.
Outside the main entrance students took last drags in their cigarettes. The school served both the town and all the Castlereagh country, and the lobby into which he stepped smelled in equal parts of Polo and pig shit. Aaron nodded to a girlfriend of his sister, then slipped into the boisterous stream of kids flowing along the main hallway.
The door to his first class, English with Miss Hirst, was already closed, Once inside, Aaron looked for Susan Higham’s hazel eyes and help them with his own. Too busy to call from the Bowladrome the night before, he now counted himself lucky to receive a quick smile from her.
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