When Life Knocks You Down

Hello Mystery Guy

So this day came after all. Agatha thought as she woke up to her worst nightmare at day. Agatha, being reluctant to get up laid on her small comfortable bed - with blue and red beddings - with her back, her eyes focused on the ceiling. She pinched herself one more time to be sure that she was awake.

"If only I would have just died in my sleep, this day wouldn't have come in my world" Agatha said to herself. "I'm quite sure hell isn't as bad as being here on earth" she sighed, then closed her eyes one more time

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"Art is all about self-expression people!" Miss Abigail Williams reassured the class. Miss Williams was a thin, tall woman around her thirties with a cute southern accent. She looked like the kind of woman that would be out somewhere chatting all day long with her friends if she didn't have to stand in front of a class to a bunch of "miscreants"- she usually calls them in her mind - and teaching them about art. Miss Williams was in fact a very fashionable young lady who always took the opportunity of showing off her ever perfect curves, her long slim legs and her blonde silky hair. She would have been the head cheerleader dating the Quarterback of the football team if she were some years younger. Still some of her "male" students still admired her despite her age. Their slogan was "age is never a factor", though right inside of them, they knew it would never happen.

Not now. Not ever.

Even the female students came to her whenever they had "guy troubles". Miss Williams had been teaching art in South high -which is the school Agatha attends - for the past two and a half years. To her teaching art was just a bonus because it was something she loved and ordinarily would do for free, but here she was earning a "manageable" amount of cash from teaching art.

"A lot of you really disappointed me with the last assignment I gave y'all to do " Miss Williams shaking her head said "except of course a few of you who really put their selves up to it." she paused.

"But that's gone by the way" she continued "and I expect more from y'all next time, but meanwhile I would like y'all to...."

Silence.

A tall, a bit handsome, dark-haired guy just stood at the door. He just stood there like he needed an invitation before entering the class. A little gradually growing murmur from the students arose as the mystery guys kept standing at the door, eyes to the ground, one hand holding his small bag that hug across his chest and the other hand in his trousers' side pocket. He wore a red almost plain shirt if not for the little cross across the chest of the shirt and he wore a grey-coloured trouser.

After much observation a voice from the class broke the "silence". "Who are you? "

It was Miss Williams that questioned.

I guess that's all for this chapter. If u want to know who the mystery guy is keep reading and post a comment and don't forget to vote. Love you guys. 

LIZ