Okay, so I thought it would be a good idea to update this story again - even if though it's a short one -, since the last chapter went on in october... oops. Sorry just having a hard time with my anxiety and A-levels and shit.
Well, whatever, here you go, hope you'll enjoy it <3
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The bell rang and Zoe felt a light tightness in her chest. She didn't get to talk to Mrs. Courtier much today. That and the prospect of leaving her, just to go to her maths class wasn't very appealing.
However, he knew she had to go, she didn't want any one to become suspicious, least of all Mrs. Courtier herself , and she couldn't afford to miss even one maths class, since she wasn't able to keep up now, how would it be was she to miss a lesson?
Reluctantly she started to pack her things, she noticed how most of the students were already gone. Still someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey Zoe, I was wondering if you were alright, you were a bit quiet today" It was her.
Zoe flashed her a small not that convincing smile. "I'm fine thank you". She subconsciously rubs her under arm where fresh cuts decorate her skin. Mrs. Courtier notices, but doesn't think any of it.
" Alright, should you need anything, just fell free to talk to me", she smiles at Zoe and returns to her desk to stack some papers and puts them away.
"Will do , thank you!" Zoe flashes her a real smile and makes her way out of the class room, imagining what would happen would she tell her teacher what exactly was going on in her life, well not all of it, because she cannot and does not want to imagine what would possible be if she was to tell her she had a crush on her.
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Help me, Mrs. Courtier!
RomanceI don't know what to say. My friend said I should put my story on this website, so I did it now. Well this story is about a girl who is in love with her female English teacher and also has a few other personal problems.
