ST. KATHERINE'S ACADEMY | CHAELISA STORY

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Lisa's POV

In the past eight months I have no found anyone I trust enough to open up, nor have I wanted to talk to anyone about how I really feel. I've always told myself that it's unnecessary, and I can manage and find peace on my own, but last night with Miss Park felt different, it felt like she actually cares, and for the first time I actually felt comfortable opening up to her. It made me feel even better knowing that she really is trustworthy, she didn't tell Misses Jensen about what was in my nightmare, and she easily could've told her, any other teacher or adult or possibly even student would've.

I look up at her classroom, and I bite my lip. Maybe I should open up to someone, and if there is anyone in this world I would open up to, I've decided it would be Miss Park. I walk towards her classroom door, which is open, and I enter. I notice that her head is resting on her arms on her desk, as if she is sleeping. I pause and knock on her door, and she quickly looks up, startled, and sees me.

"Sorry Miss, I didn't mean to disturb you." I say, apologetically, feeling slightly bad.

"You didn't, don't worry," she replies, smiling that beautiful smile that causes my stomach to do a few flips. She gestures for me to enter, "what can I do for you, honey?"

"I just want to say thank you." I says, entering and walking across the classroom towards her.

"For what?" She ask as I pulls up a chair towards her desk and sit down.

"Well for a lot actually, for last night firstly... I'm sorry I was so emotional, I'm not usually like that." I says, looking down at my hands, feeling nervous and embarrassed.

I wonder to myself if I really should be doing this, asking Miss Park for help, I mean what if she says no? What if she's too busy or if she's tired of having to listen to girl and girl complain about their lives or over emotionally talk about their tragic pasts.

"If you weren't emotionally after everything you've been through, especially dreaming and experiencing it over again, I'd be a little worried about you." she say, standing and walking around her desk.

I looks up at her and watch her walk gracefully towards me and pull up a chair and sits, and of course I notice how much closer we are,

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about." she added.

It still baffles me how calm and accepting she is, and how its not only her voice that holds so much care and kindness, but also her eyes. I start to feel the same safe feeling now that I felt last night as she held me while I cried.

"I also want to say thank you for not telling Misses Jensen what my nightmare was about... I've never told anybody about it before and I really appreciate you not telling her." I say, and I notice a flash of emotions run through her facial features.

Relief? I'm not sure, I can't put my finger on it.

"Of course, honey," she says, reaching over and squeezing my hand, which of course causes my heart to start pounding faster and for my body to stiffen, "you can trust me. I promise you that."

She notices me stiffen and retracts her hand, and I feel my face heat up.

Shit, does she know why I stiffened? Does she know I have a crush on her now? I ask myself worriedly, but I dismiss the thought She probably thinks it caught me off guard and she doesn't want to make me uncomfortable.

"You must get a lot of girls coming to you and telling you about the tragedies in their lives." I laugh, changing the topic, and she smiles at that