I got to school on time for my first class, I tried to pay attention to the lesson but my mind traveled to Ms. Thompson. I couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t at school on Friday, and if she was going to come to come today. Same thing happened to my next class, I kept thinking of her.
Everyone was talking about the seniors’ trip to Paris, so that didn’t help me to focus either. It sucked that I had to listen to others making plans for a trip I couldn’t go. Even a whole month’s salary wouldn’t be enough to cover the trip.
During lunch break I went to my usual spot, the weather was getting colder, making it hard to sit outside for too long, bit I didn’t care, I’d rather freeze than go to the cafeteria.
On PE she made us run laps and then we played volleyball. I managed to get hit in the face and ended up sitting at the bench. I hate PE, I always end up hurt. I left earlier and went to English, I knocked on the door and entered the room, she was sitting at her desk, she looked up and smiled.
“Hello Ms. Thompson” I greeted her with a smile.
“Hello Isabella” I sat at my usual seat and students soon started to fill the room.
“Hello class, I’ve decided that it would be a good idea for you to start keeping a journal, I will pass these notebooks to you and you will have ten minutes at the end of each class to write about your day or thoughts. If you ever don’t want me to read something just write ‘do not read’ at the top of the page and I promise I won’t, I have better things to do anyway.” She let out a cute chuckle. “It will count for your final grade, so please take it seriously” She called one of the students and told him to pass the notebooks around.
She started the lesson, and I paid attention. She looked beautiful and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. At least paying attention wouldn’t be an issue with her. The time passed way too fast for my liking, she gave us ten minutes before the end of the class to write in our journals. I wrote about my day and finished as the bell rang.
“Everyone, please turn in your journal before leaving” I waited for the class to empty before approaching her desk. I let my eyes traveled on her body and I caught myself wondering what she was wearing, she didn’t stand up for the entire class.
“What happened to you?” She asked as I left the journal on her desk and I looked at her confused. “Your face is red”
“Is it? shit”
“Language, so, what happened?”
“I got hit by a ball at PE” I saw a smile appearing at her face “It’s not funny”
“Sure” she tried to hide a smile, she got up and picked up her tote bag and the notebooks.
She took a few steps limping, I looked at her and noticed that her ankle was in a splint. She noticed me looking.
“I slipped while running.”
“See, that’s exactly why I hate running, it’s dangerous” She rolled her eyes amused.
“You are being dramatic, it was raining and I slipped and sprained my ankle, that’s all”
“Is that why you didn’t come on Friday?”
“Yes, I went to the hospital” She struggled opening the door, and I opened it for her. “Thank you”
“Let me help you with those” I said and took the notebooks from her hands.
“You don’t have to” She said and I smiled at her “Thank you”. We walked to the parking lot. “A friend of mine is coming to pick me up” She sat at a bench on the side of the building, I joined her and put the notebooks between us.
YOU ARE READING
Lighting up the darkness
RomanceIsabella Evans, an 18-year-old girl who got into a prestigious high school with a scholarship. Her goal for her last year is to stay away from trouble and people and focus on school and work. Will that change when she meets Ms. Thompson, the new Eng...
