turtleneck | stylinson | au

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Gathering a manila folder full of useless papers and sheets I strut out of a stuffy classroom, feeling the sound of my heels click against the tiled entranceway and a slight breeze flowing through my short hair gives me a surge of confidence, I make my way down the steps and across the courts, sauntering to the corner of the field I glance over my shoulder to see a team playing some sort of ball game- softball! That's it, as you can probably tell I am an arts teacher rather than a physical education teacher, arts is a muc-
"Fuck-ow" I yelp, feeling something clap against my back, I collide with the ground, outstretching my palms.

"Oh shi-eet, I hit Ms. Tomlinson" I hear a voice behind me speak, I briskly turn my body to reveal two young ladies in softball uniforms, one of the girls has a smirk laying on her lips, while the other's face is filled with concern.
"I'm really sorry Miss" The slightly taller one pipes up, her jade eyes looking slightly panicked, she lends me her gloved hand and pulls me up with surprising strength.
"I-it's alright, I just landed on my wrist" I complain, the other girl had been waved back onto the field already, leaving me with-
"H-harry, my names Harry" The girl stutters out, all in one breath. Harry.

I study her appearance, a lanky girl, with dark chocolate curls reaching just below her shoulders. Her deep green eyes showing a look of empathy and innocence. extremely appealing.

I like Harry.

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Motivation is an understatement as of late, I'm super pumped to be writing this story! Please 'vomment' (vote & comment) as it helps me out and I will continue this for myself and you guys :)

Until next time x

- Jorge