Undying by Bernadette Azizi Read Free Book Online

Mr Barclay a very hard time when he first arrived at the college. He was convinced that he was causing an imbalance of some sort.”
    “Imbalance! An imbalance of what ?”
    “Oh, who knows! To be perfectly honest, nobody cares. If he gives you any heartache, I will take care of him quicker than he can look to the stars for help,” Jules asserted.
    Why would Mr Barclay say that Mr Kemp was a one-of-a-kind, almost complimenting him, if he gave him such a hard time?
    The tour was great and I was right; there was an easier way to get to the common room. I saw my classroom and that made everything real to me. The room still had a traditional blackboard on the wall, but a new whiteboard had been placed in front of it. The desks were timber and in a semi-circular style with three aisles taking students all the way up to the elevated back seats of the room.
    I always had a great passion for English literature and loved to pass that on to others. I was looking forward to coming back to the room on Tuesday morning, full of students. The rest of the grounds were amazing as well. Awe filled me wherever I looked. The Great Hall had a soaring ceiling and sandstone walls, reflecting the external architecture of the building. The stained-glass windows in nearly every room were even more vibrant from inside the building. The floors were a mix of hardwood timber and different shades of marble, with grand marble staircases leading to the upper levels. Jules gave me my schedule and a detailed map of the building and grounds. I was to sit in Professor Davidson’s class for the first two weeks and then he was leaving and I was to replace him.
    “Now don’t be alarmed. By 6 o’clock tomorrow evening, this college will be crawling with the boys returning from their break. They are going to love you, literally! Well, you are very beautiful… and very young and not quite what my boys are used to. Not to worry, we’ll cross that bridge if need be. Let’s head back and get ready for dinner. Tonight’s dinner is a special one. It’s our last night on the grounds without the students, so it will be a formal event with music and champagne and maybe even dancing now that there is the two of us! I’m so excited! We only have two hours to get ready so we’d better get back to our rooms.” She wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to get a word in.
    “Jules? When you say formal what should I be wearing exactly?” I enquiry.
    “A dress, a cocktail dress. You are in England now my dear and we English love to take our frocks out and whirl them around the dance floor!”
    When we arrived back, Jules went straight into her room, singing. I couldn’t help but laugh. She was interesting. I went straight into my room. I was overjoyed seeing my classroom and was really looking forward to meeting Professor Davidson. I sat on the end of my bed and again thought about Mr Barclay. He makes me feel uneasy and that is something I’m not used to. I don’t think I have ever met a man before that has made me feel the way I do. These feelings are really unexpected. I spent the rest of the time I had left getting ready for dinner. Showering and blow-drying my hair took forever with my sore head. I decided to wear my emerald-green velvet dress. It was sleeveless, tight fitting to the knees and flared out at the ends. I loved this dress. It really showed off my figure and the colour matched my eyes. The low-cut front had gorgeous dark green crystal stones adorning it and my matching emerald-green high heels finished the outfit perfectly.
    “Knock, knock!” Jules bellowed outside my door. She seemed to like yelling out “knock, knock” rather than actually knocking.
    “Coming!” I opened the door and let her in. We were like two schoolgirls, inspecting and complimenting each other’s choice of attire.
    “Let’s be off then. I want to be there early to make sure everything is perfect,” Jules said as she flicked what little hair she had and made