Violet [Harry Styles]

Chapter 5

Today was Monday. The start of a new week, Violet thought, The worst day ever created. She sat in literature class, her small legs crossing over each other, while Mrs. Creach was going over the dull book discussion over, "Perfume."

"So, John Baptist, who is he?" She said, flipping pages through the long novel.

"A serial killer." The students groaned back in boredom.

"So in the last chapter, he was following a young virgin, down Paris streets, and then what happened?" Gracie raised her hand without hesitation.

"He suffocated her, cause he liked her scent so much." She said lively, and boldly. Violet rolled her eyes and quietly whispered "Suck-up," under her breath, not wanting Gracie to hear, but she did. She looked back at Violet and scowled maliciously at her.

Mrs. Creach continued with her discussion "After three years, he started finding Women that were virgins and began bottling their essence. Who can tell me why he's like that, why does he feel the need to have their scent?"

Nobody raised their hand, and the classroom was dead silent, while Mrs. Creach trailed her eyes all over the room. Violet prayed that she wouldn't pick her, but unfortunately, she did.

"Violet, tell me why he bottles woman's essence." She said, as Violet sat up in her seat, and uncrossed her legs. She could feel everybody's judgmental eyes on her, but she tries not to focus on them, all she was focusing on, was how red Mrs. Creach's lips were.

"Umm," she stuttered, "it's the only way he can get through living I guess. He doesn't adapt to sight, he adapts to fumes, and smells." Violet hoped her answer made sense, and when she saw Mrs. Creach's grin she sighed with relief.

"Your absolutely right." She said. Violet couldn't help the smile growing on her face. Why was she getting excited? It was just a question she thought. She watched as Gracie rolled her eyes in jealousy, and turned her face back to the desk.

She was progressing, she started to understand stuff. Now that she was paying attention, it all seemed to click, like the pieces of a puzzle. She began thinking, Am I gonna go to college? Then she mercilessly cursed herself. No college. That was the plan from the beginning and she was gonna stick to it.

"I graded your quizzes," Mrs. Creach said, "and let me say, they were not that great." She held the stack of papers in her hands before walking over to Violet, it was probably because she was the last one to finish it. She folded the paper hot dog style, and slid it across on her desk.

Violet's heart was beating fast and she didn't know why. She picked up the paper, unfolding it, revealing the grade. 100% A. Even in the corner of the paper Mrs. Creach had written, Good job! Violet couldn't believe her eyes.

She made an A. She never makes A's. She was proud of herself, so proud, she couldn't wait to show her mom and see the smile on her face.

She could hear everyone around her complaining on how the made a D, or and F. But she made an A, Violet made an A.

There was something about Mrs. Creach though. She actually really cared about her students, Violet thought. She wasn't like all the other teachers who could give less of a shit of their kids. She cared about your education, and the way you were taught it.

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When the bell rang and class was over, Violet picked up her books, and headed out the door.

"Hey, Violet, wait." Mrs Creach called out through the long line of crowded students. Violet walked back to her desk, confused. What did she want? Especially with Violet, who never speaks a word in her class.