A school day in september

I must warn the reader: Ansgar & Cassiopeia won't end up together. I believe it is essential to know this before entering the story.

-Ansgar Manntschke?
-- Present.

It was september again, Ansgar and his friends were forced back to the wooden desks of their high school. One more year and they would be done with it, ready to become adults and enter the world of some university. Not a very exciting thought in Ansgar's mind. He was not looking forward to leave the safe, protective environment he learned to love over the last few years. What would happen if this year was over? What would he do? What choice would he make? What would happen to his friends? Would he miss his teachers that he grew fond off but that wouldn't recognize him after all these years? And how sad would it be to leave his teenage love behind? Ow, so many thoughts in his head. But the attention to this thoughts soon faded as the teacher led the boys and girls to the annual picture.

Once the picture was taken the bell rang, the rest of the day would be equal to the rest of his senior year. First off to meet his pretty girlfriend, just as had been the case every schoolday for almost a year now. Be with her for a few minutes, cuddling, talking, holding her hand, listening to her stories. Then off to his friends to joke around and discuss the expectations of this senior year. Another bell rang, back to class and stare through the window until lunchtime. It's not that school didn't interest him, but most classes couldn't catch his attention. He didn't care for Latin, French couldn't seduce him, of English  he would remember the basics. German, as his maternal language, bored him the most. Culture and History were the only subjects that could grab his attention.

Another bell, time for lunch. The lunch hour was divided between his mates on the one side: playing cardgames, leaning against the wall, watching the rough kids smoke while avoiding any contact with them. On the other side he would spend some time with his teenage love, a day without this would feel weird.
The bell rang again just while Ansgar stroke his love's beautiful black hair, time to leave her and rejoin the guys. During the last break (after the bell rang once more) he would just hang out with his male friends, time was too short to divide it.

The last hour always went slow, Ansgar was staring at the clock hanging right behind the teachers desk. This had one advantage: it gave the impression he was paying attention. Most people in class didn't really like Ansgar, he had an arrogance over him that only few could appreciate. Ansgar never paid much attention to this, he did feel superior to his classmates in a way. He felt special, like life had something to offer him, he just didn't know what. And the older he became the more doubts would fill his mind. Imagine if he was not special, how horrible would it be if he was one of 'them'?

The final ring of the day, a beautiful moment. Before heading off to his house Ansgar would walk his girlfriend to her house, hand in hand, discussing what she learned in class today. And for the first time in a year he would feel bored by her, a feeling that saddened him during the walk. But holding her hand and kissing her soft lips made him forget about the lingering feeling of boredom. It's in the touch that real love lays, at least that's what he had heard. And it felt so nice, never would another person hold his hand in this way, never would a kiss become this sweet.

After saying goodbye to his girl and greeting her parents, Ansgar would close the schoolday by walking home. It was past five and the sun was on it's best. Maybe the sun in september was more beautiful than the sun in may. Since in may you expect more and better sun in the next months, in september one realises it might be the last sunshine of the year. Ansgar looked at the birds flying to the sun and wondered how life would be without them. He saw cats and dogs running through the woods and wonderd how life would be without them. He saw some children and their parents walking and dreamed of life without them.
Once home Ansgar did put his books next to his desk, greeted his mother with a kiss and waved his father hello. He wondered how their life would be without him.