𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍 austin butler

introduction.

' 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 '
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𝐌𝐒. 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 as she turned back towards the blackboard, a stub of milky white chalk resting in between her fingers. In bold letters she scribbled the title for their new unit of work, Romeo And Juliet. Upon reading this, groans and sighs echoed around the class, it was pretty obvious that nobody here wanted to learn about the play. Natalie Kravitz wasn't an exception from the rest of the class, she also found it stupid.

As a matter of a fact, English wasn't the only thing she found stupid, ever since her mother's passing last year she'd stopped caring about pretty much anything, including the high grades that she used to fight to upkeep. It's not that she didn't want to work hard, it's just that she couldn't find any motivation to do so.

Just as Ms. Smith was about to begin explaining the origin of the play, a loud hammering sound erupted from the outside of the classroom. Everybody's gaze fell upon the wooden door, which had now been slammed open by two tall men with guns in their belts and silvery cuffs in their palms.

The class's immediate thought for this intrusion was that somebody had been caught smoking weed again, but to their surprise the officers completely blanked the students. Instead they turned their attention towards the fifty year old English teacher, Ms. Smith. "Mary Smith, you are under arrest for engaging in an intimate and sexual relationship with a minor. Anything you say or do may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right t-"

The old woman gasped in shock as the cuffs locked tightly around her frail and wrinkled wrists. Her legs were now violently shaking beneath her purple and white checkered skirt. The class watching in bewilderment as she was dragged out into the hallways. Once she had been escorted out of the class, all the students jumped up and followed her, or at least most of the students did.

Natalie Kravitz was completely unaware to what was happening. Her head was resting on a hard back version of Romeo and Juliet, her dark straight hair, covering her face like a curtain. She slept so often in class nowadays, that nobody really cared to wake her up. Although, since her mothers death, everyone felt like they had to walk on eggshells around her, including the teachers.