The last period came around and I was waiting in my usual seat. The second bell had ringed 10 minutes ago and he still hadn't turned up. I don't want to be that bįtćhÿ sassy overprotective girlfriend that made the boy evolve around her life but... I was getting a little worried.
And then in comes to the boy with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye just strolling to his seat as if he had no care in the world.
"Mr Rose!" Miss Hill shouted making everyone jump in their seats, except Oliver didn't even look dazed.
"Yes, Miss." Turning his delicious gaze on the teacher.
Did I just compare him to food? Oh god, Tilly will have a field day with that one!
"Do you have a note?" Sternly pointing razors in his direction, which made me actually scared for his safety.
Shuffling around in his bag he produced a blue slip and hurriedly placed it in the teacher's papery skin.
Miss Hill raised an eyebrow as he came back to the seat.
Recognition is swiped over her face which was soon replaced with unforgivable sadness and creases as she frowned downwards hiding her thoughts.
"Okay Hill next time then." Then tried to continue on with the lesson.
"Kayla Rose, Kayla Rose, Kayla Rose, it does have a nice ring to it." My mind running off in my day dream which I snap out of.
"What was that about?" I hushed as my eyes slid over his face for any flaws.
"Don't worry about it, so what is the task at hand?" He brushed the comment off with ease as if been prepared and practiced a million times.
Moving on I give him the information that was expected.
"Just describe the picture."
"We'll let's hear your one if you're finished." He prompts.
I don't usually share my writing with others and butterfly's swarmed making me feel sick.
"Okay." I squeak. Taking a deep breath I start...
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It was in my blood and you can't deny how you was brought up. My family and I are the 'Hunters' we are the ones you fear at night. We are the ones why you kept tucked up in your bed. We are the traitors of the civil world but the allies of the government. We shoot to kill and we never spear lives it could jeopardize the mission.
We stand by one rule; that is to never feel.
I stand there locking eyes with my target never backing down. It was a boy, muscular, my age, brown hair, bright big blue eyes of wonder and really needed a bath. The wind coaxed my hair whispering encouragement to finish him off. The leaves raced away to flee the crime. The surrounding woods chant failure trying to prove me wrong. Could I really fail my first real mission for some stupid boy who already has his own blood on his hands.
I think not as I launch the arrow to my guilt.
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I didn't realize, but during my sharing, silence had fallen over the class and pairs of eyes was peeled to me transfixed. My gaze sweeps over the crowd vacuuming up all the emotions. Jealousy, admiration, proud, happy, confused and intrigued were just some reactions. The teacher was smiling so hard it could split her face in half. Oliver sat looking in wonder as if I was a goddess but a tinge of surprise stung his eye. Then Miss Hill broke the silence with the start of an applause which conducted others to follow suit. *Beeeeeeeeeep* *Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep* and the spell wore off snapping everyone out of my charm as the stampede headed for the door.
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Final Chance
Jugendliteratur"Hello, may I please sit with you?" Asked a boy. "Yea sure make yourself comfy!" I say as I start to look up. The boy had black spiky hair complemented with a tan that bathed his skin nicely. His eyes pierced the air as the answer hanged. His face w...
