I could feel my face burning red. Of course, today would be the day to embarrass me. The first day of junior year. Why not.
"I wasn't exactly planning on saying that out loud," I mumbled to myself, I fiddled with my pen and tried to hear what the teacher had to say. I felt subconscious and suddenly aware of my actions. My breath quickened and I tried to cover my face with my hair.
"Cheer up buttercup, don't get your knickers in a twist." He said, attempting a British accent. I glanced at him through my hair but he was already looking forward. Mr. Bill was handing out papers and chuckled when he saw my pleading face.
"I'm sorry Star these are going to be your permanent seats for the rest of the year."
Great, just great. Sitting next to
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"What I just passed out to you consists of a rubric of what I expect from this class. Today we are going to start off easy." He turned to the board behind him and wrote in big letters, HEARTBREAK.
"Why heartbreak, Mr. Bill, what if someone has never gotten their heart broken?" I hear someone ask. The teacher turned around and pushed his glasses further up his face.
"Good question but heartbreak doesn't have to be a girlfriend or boyfriend breaking your heart. It could be not being accepted into your dream college or being kicked off the football team for example. This is your first essay so I don't expect perfection but try your hardest." He sat on the stool and smiled. "I want all of you to write a list of personal heartbreaks and brainstorm. I'll give you till the rest of class."
I took out a pen from my binder and let out a sigh. "Curiosity killed the cat," I mumbled quietly to myself. I turned my head and glanced at "Mr. Reed". He didn't seem to be writing anything down on his paper just staring. His eyebrows were furrowed but he still managed to look like a sex god. His black hair was ruffled into an "I just woke up" look. Delicate angel kisses dashed across his cheek following one right after another to his
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My eyes widened and I turned back in my seat again making my hair cover my face. Still smirking, he combed his hair back with his fingers.
"You know I've heard curiosity killed the cat."
"But satisfaction brought it back," I said grinning at my awesome comeback.
1 point for Star
Blocking out his reaction I focused back on my paper and my mind went blank.
Heartbreak...okay. Have you've ever gotten your heart broken? Yes. Do you want to write about it? No. This is going to be a piece of cake.
The time ticked by and I had nothing on my paper. Well, that's a lie I had doodles of flowers if that counted.
The bell rang queuing the end of class. I backed up my things and my stomach growled. Thankfully lunch was next.
"I expect a list of at least five heart breaks by next class. Be prepared to write!" I pass the teacher and give him a small smile before leaving.
I take the stairs and head to my locker. I swerve out of students way and catch my breath as I reach my locker. I swear it's like the Chicago train station when the bell
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It's 9:38 p.m.. I guess I've put this off long enough... not that I want to sound unenthusiastic, but it just feels weird. When I looked over the prompts nothing really struck me: I really don't want to drag on about my plastic trophies, or try to convince you that I am the one student that would change your school entirely. The only thing left was to write about a hardship that I had overcome... funny thing though... I couldn't think of many hardships. I mean, a lot of things have happened to me, but most of those things, like my dad dying, were things everyone has to overcome at some point. I never had to do anything... unexpected. That brings me here sitting in front of a screen typing as Chopin plays in the background at 10:00 p.m..
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Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after