Mr. Benham's class was an interesting experience. One that involved a lot of arm waving and class participation. Frankly I was not a fan. Anyway Mr.Benham was the kind of teacher who tries to hard to act young. He took class selfies in the middle of teaching. He had a way about him that screamed "middle-aged man with no life". Mr. Benham had thin sandy-brown hair and a sandy-brown goatee that curved down just above the lip. He wore a bright blue Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts and green sandles.
"So dudes-and dudets, we have a new boy to welcome to our chill family. " He said with a voice that made me want to rip my head out.
I barely heard what he said next because standing next to him was the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen. He was tall at least five-seven with light brown hair curved up at the front. He had the most beautiful green eyes, like emeralds. His mouth was turned up in an almost smirk. I could only admire him for a moment before I was brought back to reality. Back to the pain. Back to the place where I belonged, for now.
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Raylin Grace
Teen FictionThey told me to write letters to him, open up to someone I trust, and even to talk to myself aloud to him. but nothing the counselors said worked, at least I don't think they would work. I didn't try. Maybe because I just didn't want to believe th...
