Torn Souls

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Authors: crystal Cattabriga
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wasn’t going to send pictures to any of them. I was moving and would never see them again. I knew deep down they still could care less about me, they just wanted to see New York. I was sure none of them even knew my first name never mind my last.
     
    The week passed by pretty fast. It was Friday and my last day at school. Every teacher from each of my classes had hugged me and wished me luck at my new school which was a little weird. I mean, don’t get me wrong, to the average student who they had always paid attention to would consider it nice, but me, I just found it plain weird. The more I thought about it the more I thought it must be a policy. It’s probably a code in the handbook for a teacher to say those things to a student when they leave.
     
    There was only a half an hour left of school and I’d be free. As I sat in my last class which was my homeroom, I found myself daydreaming and when my name suddenly boomed over the loud speaker I jumped in my seat.
     
    “Julia Stone, please report to the principal’s office,” the lady in the front office announced not only once, but twice.
     
    I felt bad not remembering her name, but then again we never spoke. I just knew her as the lady announcer. When I reached Mr. Riley’s office his door was closed. As I raised my hand to knock on the door it flew wide open and I jumped back yelling, “Oh, my God!” while holding my hand across my chest. I could feel my heart pounding fast.
     
    “Julia, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were there. I was just sneaking across the hall for a minute. I thought I had enough time to…”
     
    I wasn’t sure why he stopped midstream while talking to me. Did he not want me to know where he was going? What did I care? I mean, really. Who was I going to tell? Looking at him, I did notice he was a bit fidgety. Almost like a kid who needed to use the restroom. Boom, then it hit me. That’s where he was heading. Trying not to laugh I asked, “Mr. Riley, did you need to go to the restroom?”
     
    “Yes, Julia. That’s where I was heading,” he answered as his face turned a shade of red like he was embarrassed.
     
    I couldn’t imagine why he found it embarrassing. Maybe it was the fact that he was dancing in front of me like a child. Whatever it was I didn’t want to stand in his way any longer.
     
    “Oh, by all means, go. I’ll sit and wait in your office,” I said with a slight smile while turning to walk into the room.
     
    I was hoping he’d be back soon. The bell was about to ring and I wanted to get the heck out of school. After sitting for a minute or so I found myself getting a little antsy, so I walked over to the window. Looking out I could see all the buses lined up in front of the school. Moving to the city meant I probably would have to ride the bus to get to school. I couldn’t imagine there were many kids who walked.
     
    “Sorry about that, Julia,” Mr. Riley apologized as he closed the door behind him.
     
    “What’s up, Mr. Riley? The bell’s about to ring and I need to get home on time.” I felt bad fibbing to him about having to be home on time, but I wasn’t about to stay any longer then I had too.
     
    “This will be quick, I promise. I just need to give you one other paper for your new school. Apparently, it was mixed up with all the other papers I had on my desk. Here you go, Julia,” he said.
     
    “Thanks, Mr. Riley. Now, if that’s all, I really must get going. Don’t want to keep my parents waiting.” I reminded him so he wouldn’t keep me any longer.
     
    “Sure, I understand. Don’t worry; I didn’t have a long goodbye speech prepared. Just wanted to wish you all the best and hopefully you’ll come back and visit,” he said as he opened the door and walked with me out into the hall.
     
    “Well, I don’t know what the future holds for me, so I can’t make any promises, but if I ever do come back, I’ll make sure to stop on in,” I said with a slight smile as I began

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