"Watup lesbian, had fun sleeping in class again?" My friend joked as she opened the car door. I laughed along and got in. I would've normally gotten my driver's license by now, but due to my large amounts of unexcused absences, I had my license suspend for two years, way to go me. Through the car ride, the radio blasted at us with weather information as I placed my feet up on the dashboard and got out my journal.
"Make sure I'm not sick, kinda felt feverish during detention. That new teacher felt weird, sort of child-like and in some weird way like an annoying guy friend from middle school. " I tapped my pencil against my chin thinking. I looked down at my hand and felt the place where he had placed his own hand. It's made my hands warm. "Oh f*** me!" I yelled loudly by accident, thinking I said it in my head. My friend surprised looked at me with confusion. "Hun, just because I called you a lesbian, doesn't mean you have to prove it to me," she said. I laughed and explained to her the reason for my profanity. Why was I thinking about a teacher at this moment? Why did he place his hand on mine when all he needed was my finger? Why am I still trapped in that same repeating moment? I hated myself for things like this. It's a selfish feeling to me. I hate being unable to think about things I want to think. Sounds weird, yes, I know. But it's like this. I enjoy noticing small things, coming up with endless ideas. But for some reason, instead, I have someone interupting those thoughts, more importantly, a teacher. Groaning in confusion, I smacked myself with the notebook, and tried to think of other things, proving to be a failure because it all led back to him.
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By how long I've been in my room, I have come to learn what time it is based on where the shadow of my chair is. Right now, it's approximately about 6:30pm. (No s***, I thought it was a.m.) It's times like this where I notice all the flaws of my day, all the small things I could've changed, maybe even a small detail I missed at first. Most the time I end up realizing people aren't as bad as I thought, but today, I had nothing. Considering I had to find a way to save myself from any emo-like thoughts or emotions, I walked up to my bookshelf, and ran my fingers on the spine of all my books. I've been doing this ever since I began my journey on collecting boos, and by now, I knew then by heart, all but a few, which were new ones. I chose a spine I didn't recognize and opened up to the first page. Last thing I managed to remember was me waking up to my school alarm with a stiff neck, and a book in my hand.
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Words of Stone (Teacher X Student)
RomanceStory is about Autumn. She doesn't trust anyone, and will do anything to stop her emotions from growing. Until she meets Mr.Adiar. At first she thinks the world is out to get her until he show her a new side of life.