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"A Girl In A Boy's School" Episode 18

"A Girl In A Boy's School"

Episode 18


After the incident with that teacher and Matt, I stayed in my room most of the time.

It was Saturday and most people were out in the field playing while some people went home to meet their parents. I sighed. I was bored and I couldn't leave because I felt embarrased.

What I did to Matt was so mean. I let my anger control me and now he must think I'm some kind of mad freak. I looked up at the ceiling. Why does my life suck so much?There was a knock on my door. I sighed before opening it.

It was Dad with a cup of coffee. He smiled. 'How you feeling, Celia?'

I smiled. 'It's CeCe and I'm good.'

He looked at the floor. I knew he wanted to say something.

'What is it?' I said, letting him in. He sat down on my bed and i sat next to him.

'I'm sorry.' He said, looking at the cup of coffee in his hand.

I frowned. 'You don't need to-'

'I do.' He said, looking at me. 'I left you all these years and I don't understand why.. i just-'

I smiled. 'Dad, its fine. I thought i would be fine without you but i really need you.' I looked at him. 'We wil get through this, won't we?'

He nodded.We sat there for a while in a comfortable silence.'Celia, is everything okay here? There was some complaints.' He said.

I bit my lip. 'Yeah... don't worry about it.. it was nothing.' I said, hoping he would just not talk about it.

'Celia, i don't know whats going on but let me tell you one thing.'I looked at him.'If there is a problem, instead of avoiding it... face it.'

I smiled and nodded. He kissed me on the forehead and left.I sighed. His words kept on spinning in my head. Face the problem.I looked out the window and could see all the boys playing at the field.

Then I had the most amazing idea.I smiled before running to the drawer and getting out a paper and a pen.I bit my lip. Okay, I'm going to write a letter and leave it under Matt's pillow. This is a great idea! Why? Because I won't need to say anything about it face to face.

It was a great idea since everyone is at the field. I could sneak into his dorm and go to his room. I knew his door number was 21B because he told me a while back ago. He was sharing it with Finn. The problem was what was I going to write.I looked at the blank piece of paper.


After 10 minutes, i wrote everything that seemed to explain the incident that happened yesterday. I told dad that I was going to go help Miss Rain in the staff room. I know I shouldn't have lied but I can't really tell my dad that I'm going into the boy's empty dorm room, could i?

So i made my way to the dorm without getting caught from any teachers going past. When I got there, I checked to see if the dorm room was opened. When I knew it was, I crept in. The dorm was massive. There were 5 floors and on each floor there was massive corridors with doors on each side. I made my way to Matt's dorm. I kept quiet and stopped at every sound. But there wasn't much. I got to the door and put my ear on the wood to make sure there wasn't anyone there. Nothing.

I opened the door. I can't believe they don't lock their rooms. I mean, any guy could get in here.I sighed, seeing that no one was here. The room was small but it looked spacious for two boys. There was a window in the opposite wall. The window was in the middle and there was two beds on each side. One side of the room was tidy. I walked up to the desk that was near the tidy bed.

It had a frame of two little boys who looked exactly like Finn and Matt. They looked so happy. I smiled, looking at a boy who looked just like Matt. Matt looked so happy and carefree. This made him seem different from what he was now.

I sighed. There were a couple in the photo too. They were the couple i saw with Finn in the aeroplane. I smiled.

'What are you doing here?' I turned back to see Matt standing there, staring at me.

My eyes widened. Oh Shit.

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