Vulnerable

Chappy Three

Chapter Three of Vulnerable

Being 'Titanium' is being who you really are. Refuses to sink. It isn't letting anything to drown you out. 

It is being yourself. It is about not giving up. It is about being bullet-proof. Like, no matter what you say or to do shoot me down,

I won't fall. I think, it's somehow related in being invulnerable.

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I roamed around my room after dinner. I cannot believe what just had happened today. Now I have to prepare myself for my report tomorrow.

I honestly don't like the subject. I mean, I don't have any choices, do I? I don't want to report how my life is going to the entire English class. 

If only Sir Cloud isn't my English teacher then I probably won't be doing this damn thing. 

You know what, what I have been looking forward to this school year isn't exactly what I expected. How come my teachers looked younger than most of my guy classmates?! Is it even possible? Well in my case, yes it is. Sir Grumpypants (known as Vlain) is 20 and a Math teacher of high school and colleges. Like, what the junk? Isn't he supposed to be just graduating?

Sir Cloud Schnittka, 21 years old. English teacher and professor (cause it's what you refer to teachers in college). Shouldn't he be just taking up his Licensure Exam? Well, I guess I shouldn't be thinking about how my guy teachers were teaching at a not-so adult age. 

I MUST mind my report =_______=

*knocks*

"Come in," I ordered. 

My door revealed my mom. She closed and locked the door and sat on my bed. 

"Hi sweetie," she greeted. I smiled at her. "Hi mom."

"Well, I was wondering what you are up to?" she asked. 

I looked at her back to my notes and back at her. "Preparing a report for my English class tomorrow. Can't help it. I'm in charge," I answered. 

"And what is it about?" she asked. 

I took a deep breath and looked at her. "It's about love mom," I answered. 

She ow-ed and scooted closer to me. "Honey, that's a great topic you got there! So will you let mommy read your report?" she wanted to know. 

I'm afraid she might know the real truth. I smiled sheepishly at her. "Um...mom, won't you be watching your favorite Spongebob show?" I asked. 

"Honey just let me see," she requested. She even tried to snatch it out of my hands!

How embarrassing would it be if she sees this! >/////<

"Um no mom, just no," I said. I even tried to make it out of her way but she won. 

She held up my notebook and smiled. 

"My report about LOVE. What is love? I don't even know what Love is. All I know about it is if you have one last cookie and you give it to other. I have never experienced love towards the opposite sex. I'm sorry I failed you my one and only Cloud Schnittka," she read aloud. 

I bet I was flushing deep red. She read my note! She read my report! SHE HAVE READ MY DRAFT ALREADY! 

"Mom I swear, the last part isn't true. I don't even know who wrote that!" Of course white lie about the last part =__=