Her Problem

I Dont Know

Walking through the white painted hallways of my high school I headed towards first period....English
I love it...my teacher is a nice blond woman with a beautiful face as well as a beautiful mind
She helps me like a sister, I know it's kinda weird for me to call a teacher that but she is.

As I enter the light green room I notice the dumb jocks standing at the front joking about some kid in the first row.
I just walk to the seat next to the window and look out at the breathtaking sunrise

The door shuts with a bang and I look up to see Miss Taylor walk to the board. "Good morning class, we have a new student coming in so please......don't be stupid." I chuckled lowly as I thought of the guys in this class and knew that her request would be impossible.

The door was pushed open and I felt like the wind was knocked out of me.
His eyes were grey like the clouds before a storm. His hair? Black as midnight. His gaze met mine and I felt shivers down my spine
He was stoic and emotionless but his eyes show a hint of curiosity.

"Class this is Michel Carter, Michel you can sit in the seat next to Alice, Alice raise your hand." I put my hand in the air and Michel nodded.

I paid attention to the class mostly eyeing the new student beside me.
But my ability to keep my eyes opened waned and I fell into darkness.

"-Alice!" A book slammed on my desk, I jumped and landed on the floor with a thud.
Pulling my hair out of my face I looked up at Miss Taylor, her face worried.
"I'll see you after class" she muttered turning to walk to the front of the class room
A chorus of oohs rang out from the class and I rolled my eyes at the idiots.

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When the last student left I stood and walked to her desk.
Her eyes were filled with worry," Are you doing okay? Are you feeling okay? Are you sleeping because my class is boring!?!?!" My eyes rolled at the last question. "Calm down I'm fine I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night," it was only half true, I didn't get a lot if sleep last night but it was because I had fell into and awful mood and ended the night crying myself to sleep.
She breathed a sigh relief then eyed me curiously

"I have to leave...my next teacher is cranky.." she nodded but I could tell she was suspicious and I left the lime green room awkwardly.

The day went on and when lunch came I went to the cafeteria with half lidded eyes from my naps during class.
Taking my trey I walked through the glass doors at the back of the room and sat under the oak tree in the small area of grass at the back of the school.
I put the food to the side and opened my journal full of poems and book ideas, I was about to start on editing the last poem I wrote when my nose caught the smell of weed and trash.

My mind went frantic trying to think of an excuse to get out of what was coming but I was out of time and felt a painful grip on my wrist as I was yanked up onto my feet.

Christian.

(Sorry for the short chapter I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there for y'all cuz y'all's my potatoes)