"Camila," he said as he came across his desk. Taking long strands to get my still body. His lean body loomed over me, "You think the Spartans could win? "
I gulped, my hands twitching. My book cover hiding the view of my particular history book. "Well, they did it's written in the text b-" realizing my mistake.
His glare was long an cold stopping me mid-word. "Have you been reading the textbook?"
I shook my head rapidly. "No, sir. I just .. well When I'm older I want to be a history major." Gathering my courage to utter my wish. His eyebrow raised as if suspicious.
A smile crossed his face, it wasn't warm or gently but almost mischievous. "Well, Camila you could be my T.A. For rest of year then. Starting today."
My mouth flew open, but I never asked and said anything he can't just make. He held up a couple of papers. Wait a second is that my signature on A TA FORM???
Taking a step forward, he swiftly tucked them in his notebook as he grinned at me.
"Well, Camila you can't start by getting some coffee. I want it black no cream or sugar." My frown grew,'Black like your soul? ' My eyes were glaring at him as I walked grumbling away. I stomped into the hall to get it, as I realize I have class. My shoulders slumped, figuring what was worse.
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Dear Diary Book 1: Avarice
ParanormalA life of which demons, spells, and contracts all exist with the girls of Samson forever to be followed by a Curse/contract. Camilla the youngest, knows the dark old terrifying creatures AS she quickly learns the old stories and secrets her grandmum...
