Strange imaginations by Bridget Kathleen (philippa perry book .TXT) 📕

long as I followed the letters of the books and worked my way down to the one I needed. When I found the book I needed I snatched it up right away as if someone was going to take it from me. The dust flew up into my nose and made me sneeze. "Excuse you." I heard someone say.
     "Thank you." I told them and turned around, expecting to see someone but I didn't. Just then, from the corner of the book shelf I saw Zalor leaning on it. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he had a little grin on his face. "Uh..." I wasn't sure what to say.
He started walking towards me...oh no...he started walking towards me?! "We have three classes together. Homeroom, gym and study hour." I nodded. "Did you find what you needed?" he asked politely and I nodded again. "What's wrong?" I shrugged. "You scared of me?" I shook my head fast. "Then say something." he almost begged.
     "Hi..."He laughed a little but kept his voice down just enough not to be too loud.
     "Hi back. My name is Zalor Kain, incase you forgot."
     "No, I remember who you are."
     "Oh? I'm flattered." Zalor walked up to me fast and I put my book up in front of my face, my back hitting the bookshelf. He raised one arm and rested it on the shelf above my head. For the longest time all he did was look at me, his eyes serious and then quite suddenly he raised both his brows in a high arch and smirked; I gulped. He was so close to me that I could smell him and his scent made me weak in the knees. "I knew you looked familiar." he said to me. "You're that bun bun girl that saved me from the police at the party. By the way, thanks for helping out of that sticky situation in gym class. The principle let me go with a warning. Without your help, I'm sure I would have been sent home. Thanks!" Bun bun? My cheeks went red and I wanted to slap him but I couldn't bring myself to do it. For some reason I knew he meant it to be no insult to me, more like a nick-name.
     "I'm a Zearos." I told him from behind my book.
He chuckled a bit and placed a gentle hand on top of my book. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you." I couldn't back up anymore so I sank to my knees and he followed. "Aww. Don't hide from me." he begged, giving me the pouty face. All I could do was stare at him with a straight, tight face that was quickly going red and getting hot. I felt myself sweating. Why was I attracted to him? He was a monkey and I was a Zearos. Even being in the company of this boy would get me in trouble. My lame features got me into enough trouble as it was, yet I couldn't bring myself to walk away from him. I liked his voice and wanted him to speak again. "You sure you're not afraid of me?" he asked. I nodded. "You afraid to be found with me?" he then asked, a little more serious now. I glanced over at him. He was no longer smirking and the look on his face was more somber. I regrettably nodded, still behind my book. Zalor stood up and sighed, his hands on his hips. "I don't blame you. Almost everyone is uncomfortable to be shown around me, least pure breds like you. I guess I'll see you around then? I just wanted to thank you properly for saving me that night and for today. That was brave of you. No one has done that for me before. See ya." he began to walk away from me and I knew in my gut if I let him walk away from me now I may not have the courage to face him again.

 

Something in me sparked and I stood up. "Wait!" I whispered as loud as I could for being in a library and even then I surprised myself. He stopped thankfully and turned, he raised one brow out of curiosity. "I just...I just wanted to say...that you're welcome!" he smiled. "And also," I could not believe that I was saying all this. "I want to see you again. I don't care if you're not a pure bred." he seemed shocked at first and then he smiled. "Is it also ok to say that I find you really interesting?"
This time he chuckled. "Well, I'm flattered yet again."
I became extremely flustered after that. I never meant to blurt that out. "Er...what I meant was, I don't see the harm in seeing you again."
Zalor walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "After school, meet me on the top roof on the south side. You know how to get up there?"
I nodded. "No one ever goes up there, though."
He winked at me "Exactly. I'd like to show you something."
     "A surprise?" I said hopeful.
He grinned back at me. "A big surprise. You will love the taste of it. I have a lot of different flavors to put on it and try it out that way. It's best if you suck on it first though to get the full taste. More enjoyable that way."
What was he talking about? Food? I wasn't sure, yet I was curious to find out. "Yeah...sure, ok. After school then."

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After school I met Zalor on the roof on the south side of the school. There was only a light breez and the sun was out so it was nice and warm. There I saw Zalor sitting on a blue blanket with a brown bento box sitting in front of him. When he saw me he waved me over and I cautiously walked over and knelt in front of him with the bento box sitting in-between us. "I came up here once before when I was being shown around the school. I like it here." I smiled a little.
Zalor cocked his head to one side and said. "You know, I think that's the first time I've seen you smile."
I blushed a little. "Uh...thank you?"
He laughed. "No need to be formal or shy. It's just the two of us." That's just it though, I thought. Just the two of us. Besides, I don't know how else to act.
     "I'm sorry. It's how I've been brought up."
He nodded to this. "Have you always lived in this city?" I nodded. "Ah. Wow...so much for you to see still. Don't ever let anyone drag you down before seeing the world first. In fact, don't let anyone bring you down even if you've seen the world a hundred times over." he opened the bento box and there inside were tasty treats, like bean paste buns, cream filled cakes, sweet and sour tarts and even some gummy fish with strawberry and cherry flavors. My eyes beamed with yummy goodness that awaited me. I was so happy that Zalor wanted to share this with me. "You want to share this with me?"
He shrugged. "Why not? I can't eat this many sweets on my own. I guess my mom thinks I can down a whole bento box full of sweets like I used to when I was younger."
     "Nothing wrong with that." I told him as he handed me a rice ball. "Are you sure? Its the only one." He nodded and chuckled a bit. "I snuck one during lunch, couldn't help myself." I brought the rice ball up to my face and licked the tip of it before eating it. Mmm. Sweet lemon flavor. I munched down and relaxed myself some more. Zalor took one of the gummy fish and threw it in his mouth. "You're different from the others." he said, grabbing another gummy fish.
     "Good or bad thing?"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Good thing, of course!"
I was relieved. "I don't mean to sound rude or anything but..." I started. "But you are the first monkey I have ever seen in real life."
Zalor was about to take a bite of his bean paste but stopped. "Oh really?"
I nodded. "I hope I haven't offended you."
Zalor took a bite, some of the powder remaining on his lips. He wiped it off with his sleeve and then said, "Don't feel bad. In fact, I'm honored that I'm the first."
"You are?" I asked.
He nodded and finished his bean paste. "Yeah. It's totally fine. Also, you're the first girl who is a pure bred to talk to me...normally that is."
"I don't think it matters what background you come from. We are all beings living in the same world. We all make mistakes and so, no one is perfect, so why judge others so harshly just because they don't meet societies standards?" I took another bite of my rice ball and then gasped, almost choking. I coughed a few times and then took a breath.
     "You ok?" Zalor asked.
I nodded, swallowing hard. "How rude of me." I said.
     "How are you being rude?"
     "I haven't told you my name yet. Its Anya. Anya Green. I'm a second year here."
Zalor laughed again. "I knew that."
"You did?" I was a bit surprised.
Zalor explained himself more. "Today in homeroom when you placed your book bag on the back of your chair, your name is on it and what year you are. I'm sure your home address is on there too somewhere."
I blushed again only this time from embarrassment. "Oh...You are observant."
     "I'm observant in a lot of other things too." he said and winked at me. I bit my lower lip. "Hahaha! Don't worry." he told me. "I'm just messing with you."
I was relieved...just a little, though. I looked down at my remaining rice ball and said, "I have a weird request."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Can I...touch your tail?"
This time Zalor looked surprised and then stood up. He turned to the side and I watched his tail wave back and forth like I had seen Grace's tail do so many times before, only it seemed to move more delicately. I stood up and slowly reached for his tail. "Careful...it can be jumpy." I looked at him, a little confused as he laughed at me. "No worries." I reached for his tail again and it moved each time from my grasp. It was turning into a game of catch now and I found myself enjoying it. I hardly even noticed Zalor laughing at me. Finally, I caught his tail. It was so soft...and thick; not thin and brittle like I imagined it would be. I pet it a little and felt silly for doing so. "You like it?" he asked.
I stopped messing with his tail and stood up straight. "It feels different than how I imagined it would be."
     "How did you imagine it?" he asked, sitting back down.
I followed him and rested my hands on my lap. "Thin and easily breakable."
Zalor grinned. "If that were the case I wouldn't have a tail anymore. You know how many times I hurt it? Too many to count."
     "Have you ever broke it before?"
He nodded. "Only once before when I was really little. My mom says the reason why I don't remember much of it is because of the pain."
     "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
He shrugged. "It's all in the past now. I don't even remember what I was doing to have that happen to me."
     "I guess it's better that way." I told him. I looked down at the watch on my wrist and saw the time. I had been sitting here longer than I thought. "Oh no!"
     "What's wrong?" he asked and I stood up quickly.
     "My parents always expect me back at certain time everyday after school unless I tell them otherwise. I have ten minutes to get home."
     "Ok. I'll walk with you. I'm