It was november 1st, wednesday, and I was home alone finishing of some schoolwork for thursday. I had been feeling a little better now and my grades have been up. My friends are still being shitty towards me because they're entitled brats who only care about money. The last time I saw G was yesterday during physics class, not lunch, not any other days, only her classes.
I had also grown closer to the boy I am sitting next to in class. G picked up on this and put us next to eachother in physics as well. I just realised I lied about my grades. They are good, maths is only 56% but it is getting better it's just...physics is 41% currently. I never find attention to the things she is teaching and I just don't understand it.
Tomorrow at lunch I have physics tutoring from her wich I am really looking forward to.
"Yay I get to see her AGAIN tomorrow" I jumped and screamed in my pillow. I just wanted to skip all this time and sit next to her as she talks to me, TO ME ONLY! All my attention would be with her and all hers would be with me.
Eventually it was time. Biology was finished and as soon as I heard the bell I rushed out to physics. I opened the door to be met with her eyes looking at me.
"You're fast."
"Yes, I finally get to understand physics and better my grades!"
"We both now that's not what you're excited about do we"
"OK, let me start over. Yes I finally get to have private tutoring with my favorite teacher!"
"Thanks for the compliments but that won't up your grades"
"No, but your explaining hopefully will. I have no doubts about your explanatory skills."
"Me neither but I do, however, have doubts about your concentration span so I would pay attention if I was you"
"I am sorry miss Green I will leave you to it"
"Great". She starts explaining and after 25 minutes my concentration fades away and shifts to her appearance and accent instead.
"You're not listening anymore are you"
"I am, you have a beautiful accent and I love your glasses."
"I am not teaching the walls and throwing away my lunch break for you to stare at me and not pay attention."
"I am sorry miss, I will try listening but my concentration is being hard on me today."
"Today or just now because it seems to be focused on my appearance more than on my explanation"
"Sorry miss I am just listening with great concentration and you know what they tell you in kindergarten : always look at the person speaking." she can't help but smile.
"You're lucky I am a kind person or I would've kicked you out already" I now smile back and we continue.
Home I can't stop thinking about our conversation, about our private moment. I love the way she speaks, her voice is so pretty and gentle I find peace in it. I think about her hair, beautifully put up and I walk up to my mirror, pick up her hairtie and try to put up my hair just like hers. It works and I text Joseph a picture of it. He responds by calling me.
"Hi Joseph."
"Wow, your hair is pretty, where did you get the inspo?", no 'hello', straight to the point he gets.
"Miss G"
"Ahhh, honey you're totally obsessed with her, you know she's your teacher and she's an adult",
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Beneath the Surface
General FictionTraumatized by her past, yet desperate to grow and have a beautiful future, she navigates through life. A positive mindset it may seem, but is that really the truth or just a facade for the world? She dreams of a bright future as a writer, perhaps a...
