Problems of the Heart

It was the end of the Lent term, nearing the Easter holiday. Cesca expected step up of the windowpanepane and with single leap, jumped.It was besides on the initiatory floor so the descent wasnt too big. She fell gracefully onto the ground below on to feet with a soft thud, stood up and walked towards the swimming pool. Every one that had been sitting in the form room rushed to the window to peer discover and find if Cesca was okay. Amazed they watched her stand up and walk away as if she had make no different than walking through a door. What you do that for? cried Isabel out the window rather bem physical exertiond, she got no reply it seemed Lola was in a orbit of her own.The six girls returned to their normal set ups in the room. Isabel resumed her picturesque pose of which she stood with her arm held full(prenominal) higher up her head, in the corner of the room, balancing on one hindquarters with her tongue merely coming out of the go forth side of her oral f issure as she stretched clasping her mobile desperately get winding to get one nail of signal in order to send a schoolbook kernel to her boyfriend Jamie. Fleur went stern to the table and perched on it with a look of meanness on her face that was very unusual she was very foc utilize as she moved her hand with such(prenominal) precision as she placed the diminished brush into the pot and painted tiny strokes, then swore aloud and dived for the fill in varnish remover to eliminate the unwanted blotch from her pristine finger.Charlie mystifyed by the window surrounded by her fan club she was undoubtedly the most best-selling(predicate) girl in the social class. The fan club consisted of Paris, Fanny and Jo Jo they followed her perpetu all in allyyw here(predicate) flattering her with whatever social occasion that sprang to mind. There they stayed and continued nattering some the current topic of interest, which was whether Charlies new haircut was much stylish than B ritney Spears in vogue(p) venture. This new found issue was one of capacious importance, one that was not to be taken lightly in their opinion, it was as yet about s so far points higher than the war on Iraq on their stem List. This list consisted of things like blusher colours, if red was the new black or if the little black dress had been taken over by the sudden madness of hot pants. These were normal day things that were compulsory to their sm alone pointless lives or so this is what I thought. I think I transgress my ankle jumping out of that window. I couldnt stay an another(prenominal) second in in that location it was driving me insane. I hate my year they ar so sm each-minded. All they c atomic number 18 about is this seasons colours or whether their boyfriends get the latest Porsche or not. The biggest tragedy they could possibly encounter in their lives would be if Daddy wouldnt let them go to the summer ball.People like them really annoy me for physical exerti on Isabel spends her substantial term worrying about what people could be proverb about her and compares herself to everyone while in reality she spends 85% of her pointless epoch makings unfair judgements of people she live ons zero point about, hair or the length of their legs are usually her favourites to bitch about. And Charlie, who spends her time with her head up in the clouds, so much that she doesnt see that her precious fan club, Jo Jo, Paris and Fanny, spend their whole time saying horrible things about her whenever her back is turned, the complete black eye to what they praise her for. She is too stupid to see it, what an idiot.I wish that all the mobiles in the world could be destroyed so that the girls at our school could try and live their lives, for once without them for five minutes. Their lives revolve nigh them in fact they are their lives, that is so sad. I hate everything about this place is seems so picturesque and angelic but it is full of hate and de pression, or maybe i am the one with the depression, I miss her so much I feel like a part of me is missing. Everything was a disaster last year and it is even-tempered unfinished, i wished she could come back so i could either ring her neck for all of the hurt and pain that she caused or harmonise to her and hug her and start crying hysterically. I suppose I will never hit the hay all I ask is closure. Being a form tutor I scram to sit in the form room to make sure that no more excessive amounts of red nail polish are spilt on the floor. I do have my own bits and pieces to get on with I am a very busy teacher, instead I have to sit here and baby-sit a dozen, childish, vain, spoilt, teenagers making sure they poop out liquids any where, while they have mindless conversations. I am so excited about the Easter hols it is going to be so stern verbalise Isabel after she breathed a sigh of relief because her text message had been sent. Fleur looked up from her nails and said some thing unexpected, but only to me the others didnt seem to punctuate the change in attitude, I am really worried about Cesca, she seems really unhappy at the moment, she keeps getting really frustrated. What have we do to her to make her so angry?Its ok its not us, or at least I dont think it is. I was talking to Eims about her the other day. You know how she is really worried about her and doesnt know what to do. Apparently she gets down(p) very frequently for no reason at all, or at least no one knows why, she thinks she is trying to kill herself. This came from Fanny, it got every ones attention, Isabel looked up from her phone, and Paris and Jo Jo took their eyes off Charlie, Charlie stopped fiddling with her newly nordic hair to look up at Paris. Thats terrible, what would make her do such a thing? said Jo Jo.At that moment Cesca walked in fortuitously it didnt seem like she had overheard the conversation. She walked in and slumped onto a chair. I took the register and dictum the girls excluding Cesca whispering to each other even though i havent been at this school very long it is long enough to know that all the girls do is gossip or bitch. Anything with an emotional content everyone will stay well away from, like an elephant from a mouse. She doesnt love me, Cesca Fernanda said quietly. If it was anyone else the weeping would have been tumbling down their cheeks. That, however didnt apply to her, the situation was removed gone at that point, it was beyond tears for her she sat on my messy bed, with a look of speechlessness and, unbelievably, acceptance on her face. I sat there not wanting to look into her brown eyes, aware that they were a bottomless pit of hurt and despair.Still keeping my eyes fixed on the childish Mickey Mouse duvet cover, I tried legion(predicate) times to say something, anything, unfortunately my words failed me and all I was left to do was open and close my mouth in hope that something of use would come out all that this did was make me look like I was imitating a guppy fish. I knew that all she needed at this time was hope otherwise she wouldve lost her bearing on reality, which she was very clear of doing. I felt up useless and as though there was nothing I could do but stand by and watch. All I could do was deny it, Thats not true Fernanda, your so cynical, youre being ridiculous. Of feast she still loves you.With this I removed my gaze from the duvet and she caught my eye and pressure me to look into her unhappy eyes. It was hopeless all I could say would be lies, I couldnt reassure her because there was not one shred of virtue in my words.Dear diary,School is terrible at the moment, everyone just sits around staring at each other, I think they have run out of things to say to each other. Especially Eims, Cesca and Fernanda all they do is signal now. Every night on our floor there is an argument, one thing I have learnt about them is dont get in the way at these times, our floor is c ollapseed there are dents in the walls, broken chairs and bins.They used to be such true friends, well it started off with Fernanda and Cesca then Eims came in and they were all good friends, they were inseparable. Then something happened between Fernanda and Eims, they just suddenly grew apart, it is still happening now. Although it seems to be Eims trying to get away from Fernanda, I never see her anymore she spends her whole time with Carolina in the year above she is in a different boarding so makes a good escape. Theyre best friends now they are very close, this seems to be tearing Fernanda apart. She is a very possessive person one of the most you will ever meet. Fernanda has managed with Carolina loads of times, she has made her cry which is really stupid considering she is in the year abovevery brave considering she is in the year above.Apparently it is though she is trying to stop Carolina being friends with Eims, I dont understand why she cares so much. Whats the big re ad? Almost every time she looks at Eims for a long boundary of time she starts crying. I feel sorry for Cesca she always seems to be caught in the middle. You can tell that she loves both of them a lot, whenever they start arguing she goes all funny and cant stay in the room very long or she will go to the other side of the room and try to distinguish herself or usually burst into tears and beg them to stop arguing. I really dont understand why they are so dramatic and argue all of the time, something must of happened to make them be like that.Ok one more stop, then a one and a half geographical mile walk. I spend my whole time on buses, tubes, trains or on foot, compensating for other peoples laziness.I cant wait till I go to japan tomorrow, although Im not sure which clothes to take I dont want to look like an idiot walking round wearing something that is completely out of fashion.This is my stop, I better give Cesca a ring shes a wreck after Fernanda left. Come on pick up the phone divert tell me you dont have it one slow. Hey gorgeous, how are you? You surviving? I said attempting to sound cheerful, hoping it might rub off onto her, but in vain. yeah Im ok, just about surviving. I just lock myself up in a room and hope that no one will try to talk to me, except you of course I can talk to you Eims. She sounded low I was probably the first person she had talked to in days.I venerate how long this conversation is going to go on for, we are just making polite, superficial conversation, this is pointless, we are never going to be friends unless she knowsI have to tell herShe is gone nowIf I dont tell Cesca in short I am going to explodeI cant keep it in any longer I have something to tell you. I hustle out, interrupting her in full flow on how she was avoiding everyones puzzlement and how much she disoriented Fernanda. I knew that if I didnt say it now I never would Its something you dont know Come on say it, get it out once and for all, this is your only chance. Its about Fernanada shesheOh God I cant believe I am even considering telling her. It would wreck everything she ever had with Fernanda. She would feel betrayed and hurt, you know how much she love Fernanda, remember how Cesca was when she found out that Fernanda had been trying to kill herself. She had a turmoil and started hyperventilating, chairs got broken and dents were made in the walls. If I told her it would just be a dreadful repeat of that, I dont want to put her through it again. On the other hand, she deserves to know, she had been lied to for such a long time. It cant do her any harm Fernanda is gone nowShe had more than justfriendly feelings for me. You knew me I loved her more than anything I would have done anything for her, I was blind and didnt see it. I felt betrayed, that was why we had so many arguments. When she first told me I was willing to overlook it like any decent person. I mean it wouldnt of made any difference but she made how she felt p lainly obvious, i couldnt escape it, she just started seeing me as a piece of ass, she forgot who I was, inside as a person. It was completely silent she wasnt saying anything, Cesca are you there? I repeated it again. Yes, yes alright Im here Her tone dropped from angry to someone who had had their heart ripped out with the help of a rusty spoon. I knew alreadyi just wouldnt admit it. She hung up.CescaLook, I havent seen you in a year. I cant go on any longer. You are the only thing that is keeping me going here, I feel so alone.I want to come and see you in England. I know you say that it will be really hard and the arguments will be worse. And Eims will be there but I dont care I want to see you. I know it wont be easy but with the bad comes the good. That is all that matters to me. I want to see youThats why I have decided to come back for this summer term