(Discontinued) Sparks

Chapter Eleven

MILES WAS RACING to his fifth-period class, as his teacher told him to come after school was done. He had been so busy the past few weeks, and the work has been frantic. He missed a couple of homework assignments, (causing him to lose his precious headphones and phone in the process), and he's been so tired, hearing Ganke play games all night long. 

All Ganke seemed to do was play games and eat potato chips. 

Miles opened the door, as his teacher, light-skinned and hair tied up in a neat bun, sat at her desk, waiting for him.

"Ah, Mr. Morales." She noticed his entrance and stood up. She had a fragrance to her that smelled like daisies and roses. It circulated the room and Miles inhaled it with every breath.

"Yes, Mrs. Nelson?" Miles looked at her and stood in front of her desk, backpack just hanging on a single shoulder. Mrs. Nelson grabbed something out of her drawer and pulled out a tan slip. Miles had recently taken a test, and all that doomed him was a red F circled in the middle of the slip.

"You got an F, Miles." Miles didn't care. He just wanted to go back to his school and see his old friends again. 

"Then you'll have to fail me," a smirk played across Miles's face as he crossed his arms. His teacher gave him a deadpan face and handed him a piece of paper and a pencil. 

"Nice try, Morales. I'm giving you a chance to bring your grade at least to a C. Don't do it and you may end up on the streets. Your father doesn't play." Mrs. Nelson returned the smirk as Miles stood there, dumbfounded. 

"I want you to write a passage about yourself. Your personality. I want you to write about your likes, dislikes, anything about you that you can write on the back and front of a piece of paper. Understood?" She looked at him with a more sincere but confident look.

Miles slowly nodded and walked out of her classroom. As he walked down the hall and onto the stairs to his dorm, he tried to think about what he can do for his project. 

As he went to his locker, a lot of items ran through his mind. He opened it and placed his grades into his locker and got a few of his books out. He checked his calendar, and Science was next. He began to walk towards the room and then he bumped into a familiar person.

"Whoops, sorry," The girl said. Miles recognized her as Gwanda, the girl he met earlier. 

"It's no problem. Hey Gwanda." Miles half waved, his hands full of books. 

"Who's-" Gwanda said immediately and paused. "Oh- Yeah-Hey Miles." Gwanda awkwardly smiled and he returned it.

"Where are you headed to?" Miles says, ignoring the group of people bumping and pushing him from the recent bell.

"Uh, room B12." Gwanda glanced at her calendar. Ooh, she's in my class. Miles thought.

"I'm headed there too. Want to come with?" Miles asked. 

"Sure. Where else am I supposed to go?" Gwen joked, smiling. 

"You could always skip." Miles joked back.

"My dad's a police officer. We both know I'll gain a scar." 

Miles let out a laugh as they walked to their classroom. As Gwanda glanced at him a few times while they were walking, he could feel himself blushing. He had an attraction to this girl. 

Her dad's a police officer, like mine. She's so similar to me! Miles thought as they reached the classroom. Miles opened the door for Gwanda, and she smiled as she stepped into the room. The room was currently watching a presentation on the board, a woman with frizzy and tangled hair directing the movie. Gwen and Miles both gained the attention of their classmates and their teacher.