Mr. Brown had never touched alcohol in his life. He had a perfect life or so it seemed. Him and his wife had to children, one boy one girl. Turns out him and his wife had many disagreements. That's the reason he's dead.. she pushed him to drink. He had been hit by a semi.
A girl walked in dressed in a dress shirt and pants. She had 6in heels on. Her hair red hair came to curls which sat on her broad shoulders. Her eyes was a hypnotic blue and her face had not one flaw.
"Who is that?" Someone whispers from the back.
"My name is Mrs. Hatchet but you can call me Suzan. I will be your substitute until they can find a full time history teacher," she explained. A few groans rose from the back.
"Nice to met you Suzan," a boy from the front said. I didn't listen to what she said I was too busy falling asleep.
It was the same dream. I was sitting at a bench outside at our park when a boy walks up to me. He is tall, black hair, blue eyes and a Gothic outfit. He was cute. He asks if he can sit down. Me being who I am I say yes. We talk for what seems like hours of muffled talking. He then grabs my hand and leans in for a kiss.
Beep.
The school bell rings to go hone waking me up. I never get to the part where his lips touch mine.
