As I stared out the window pane I wondered why this was the reality of my life. Maybe the day would come when I was free from this monotonous torture but alas to my despair I fret that day is indeed terribly faraway from the present. Many times I have wondered if things could have turned out differently. Maybe, perhaps, if I had taken Media instead of History my life wouldn't have turned out like this I would have still been that carefree girl that I was two summers ago before everything happened.... Before I met Ron. Ron my history teacher.
Last year
"Come on Riza you need to calm down its really not that deep." I stated to my friend as she admirengly gazed at our supply teacher. Upon hearing my request she immediately turned a deep shade of beetroot red "shush! He's just across the classroom imagine if he heard you! Can you imagine how absolutely mortifying it would be for me?" I rolled my eyes at her melodrama and collected my stuff for second period, already bored with the day.
Upon arriving, at my next lesson I immediately wish I hadn't. There standing right across me was the most beautiful creature that I had ever lain eyes upon . As his eyes rose to meet mine; I froze and I felt my mouth dry. " Ahhh, you must me part of Mrs Gawsnns group come on in, I've been expecting you" Holy C***. He might have been expecting our class but I hadnt prepared to face this magical voice. So, like the idiot I am I stayed there rooted to the spot unable to utter a single word. Way to make a lasting impression nena! If you dont speak now he will forever remember you as an awestruck mute! With that thought I opened my mouth... and shut it again. This carried on for what felt like an eternity but was probably no more than 30 seconds. The whole time the guy just looked at me with the standard teacher "are you okay " look. But still, my mouth and speech organs refused to cooperate and all I could due was stare.
"YAY SUPPLY! I guess this means no work today" I had never been so happy to hear the annoying voice of Nick before. And I was reassured that God really did have my back. The new hotties attention was detracted from me as he narrowed his beautiful blue eyes on a group of guys sneaking Doritos out of their bag. With three swift steps and a swoop of his hands he had succeeded in grasping the Doritos out of Nick's hand. The action, as you can imagine resulted in many gasps of suprise and frustration. "Class!" He said raising his voice" I am Mr Ron Hilly but you may call me sir. From today I am taking over from Mrs Gawsnn class and I expect your utmost attention and respect.Do I make myself clear?" His 'revelation' led to a general mutter of grumbles and yawns. " Do I make myself clear?" He repeated.
To my greatest disappointment, the rest of the lesson wasnt half as interesting as mine and Rons introduction had been but I managed to be kept occupied by his beautiful blue eyes as he droned on about the politics of the cold war. When the bell rang, people lept out of their seats and hurriedly rushed out of the doors eager to get away. But not me, I took my sweet, sweet time packing my bag and making my way out of the class.
