Taste of Love - (Gal Gadot)

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nervous? stressed? worried? no. not even the slightest bit. i had caused the new teacher, Mrs. Tucker a bit of inconvenience but what did i have to lose? absolutely nothing, but it did mean that i would have to spend a few hours in detention and i wouldn't mind doing that, as i had nothing better to do anyways.

my mind began to drift, and that's when sadness erupted within me, i couldn't help but think of what just happened, not only did Gal leave, but now my mother found out that there was something between us, that letter did more harm than good, but to be truthful: if my mother didn't violate my privacy and go into my room and take it, i would've never had the balls to read it myself. so perhaps, it was a blessing in disguise that turned into a cursed day, but there was nothing for me to do than go back home, and expect some sort of severe punishment, oh well.

"interesting enough, without a crowd you're quiet, in your own little world"

she caught my attention, as her now softened tone spoke, my eyes now on hers, i scoffed, this woman has no clue who i am, but dares to assume, real bold of her.

"there's a joy with crowds" i started off. "when you're surrounded by people, whether you know them or not, whether you like them or not, you either slip away into a character, or hide in the shadows"

"something tells me that it was all an act, though i met you, there's a big difference with the way you act around your classmates and whilst you're alone"

i shook my head in disbelief as i let out a chuckle. "you don't know me, lady. why are you trying to puzzle me? can't we stay in peace? i've got 2 hours, i don't need this to turn into a therapy session"

"firstly, it's Ms. Tucker, secondly, i'm trying to converse, i assumed after that scene you just pulled off, that you didn't want silence." she spoke directly, bluntly, yet still her was voice was smooth with me, as if i were fragile.

i decided not to respond, and drift back into my world, thinking about the past, but mainly about what's yet to come. my feelings were scattered, and i didn't know what or who to turn to other than myself, surely, people were trying to "befriend" me for their benefit, but would they care about what was going through my mind? i highly doubt it.

i picked up my backpack that i left on the floor beside my shoe, and zipped it open, taking out an old notebook as i began to go through the pages.

nostalgia was strong, strong enough to break me as i remembered all of theses pieces of writing i had been so dedicated about for years. though i loved gaming, i used to write before that, but then i lost all motivation and inspiration, but ironically enough, sadness is the best way to release how you're feeling into words.

i picked up my pen, and opened a new empty page, my heart began to escalate, it's been so very long, but the feeling still remained. i had been brought back to my general reality as i felt a strong pair of eyes looking at me - i was completely right.

she looked at me with curiosity, and fascination. i knew by speaking up, i had a snarky comment i'd say, so i shrugged my shoulders and put my attention back to my notebook.

i took in a deep breath, and and began to write what was going on in my mind, pouring my heart into words as i tried to express myself the best i could. it was as if everything froze, the whole world stopped, whilst i was in my own little bubble, but i wasn't complaining, it was rather peaceful, i dove into myself as i picked myself apart, to try to create some artistic pieces.

the noises that came from her strong heels took me out of my focus, i rolled my eyes as she made her way over to my desk, i was assuming that she might strike up another conversation, trying to puzzle me once more, but all she did was pick my backpack up and point her finger to the door.