The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 18: Sensational Chapter

I watch you like a hawk

I watch you like I'm gonna tear you limb from limb

Will the hunger ever stop?

Can we simply starve this sin?

That little kiss you stole

It held my heart and soul

And like a deer in the headlights I meet my fate

Don't try to fight the storm

You'll tumble overboard

Tides will bring me back to you

Chapter 18: Sensational Chapter

I sat in my assigned seat with a sigh. After 'Blair' and I decided to meet at my apartment Wednesday, we spent the rest of the hour bickering. She hated the fact that I slouched in my seat and said I had no manners. I laughed and said that she needs to fuck someone and to chill out. Her face contorted into disgust and ignored me for the rest of the ten minutes left of class. The bell finally rang and we both quickly left the classroom.

I'm now in English and waiting for the teacher to give us the assignment. While looking at the teenagers rushing into the classroom, I noticed a blond head timidly walk in. Our eyes met and she gave me a small smile before rushing to her seat that was located in the back corner. It was a perfect spot to sit if you didn't want to be noticed.

"I hope you guys enjoyed your weekend." Ms. Hart said while walking back and forth. I was in the front row, so I could see the way her brown eyes were calculated and cautious. The reason why is because she used to be in the military. She left because they deemed her mentally unbalanced. Guess that's what the army does to you. She was ridiculed because she was a woman and African-American. The army was male dominant, so many harassed her emotionally and physically. Some even went as far as to jump her because she was simply stronger and faster than most. When they found out that she was asexual, the physical harassment turned sexual. Even though Ms.Hart was almost six feet, they always found a way to bring her to their level. Even though she went through such ridicule, MS. Hart stood back up and taller than before.

That is why she's my favorite teacher. Also because she takes no bullshit. On my first day, Jockstrap was bullying a freshman by slamming him into the locker repeatedly. Ms.Hart saw this and pushed Jockstrap off of the freshman and pulled Jockstrap by the ear and escorted him to the principal. Most teachers don't mess with Jockstrap since his dad is the principal, but Ms.Hart threw him in the office and demanded that he gets suspended or she'll notify the board that the school promotes bullying. Yep, Ms. Hart kicks ass.

"You will be reading poems in the times of the Harlem Renaissance on pages 69 through 80. After you finish that, please do the assignment I posted on my website. You can listen to music if you please." With that, the class quietly opened their textbook and got to work.

"Oh, you may also work in partners if you choose." Whispers of excitement filled the classroom and many people stood up to sit with their friends. Since I prefer to work by myself, I stayed in my seat.

When I was about to begin reading, I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned around with a small scowl on my face. It was quickly wiped off when I saw the person.

"I was wondering if you wanted to work together." Ren quietly asked with her textbook in her arms.

"Sure." Ren smiled and pulled a chair to my desk.

"The first poem is The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes. Let's read it and then say what we think it's about." I suggested and Ren nodded her head in agreement.