Held After Class

chapter 1

Going to school seemed to be one of the hardest things for me to do everyday. Getting up monday through friday at 6am was so hard to do, i would get up and do some pull ups and sit ups for about 20 minutes, take a shower, check myself out and look at my slightly tan skin to see how I looked, slicked back my medium length jet black hair. My mom drove me to school and would tell me as senior year got closer to the end, "Isaac, I know you hate school, and hey its not for everybody, but you are almost done and I'm very proud you haven't dropped out yet" I would always nod my head and say "thank you mom, love you, see you after school" I didn't mind my mom taking me to school because I loved my mom, but I think it sucked that most my friends had their own cars senior year.
I was only 17 but did not feel, in my mind, that way. I've always been extremely mature and was a very intelligent, the kind of teen to have a better conversation with a teacher more than the other students in my class. To the naked eye no problems prevailed themselves except that people saw me as extremely private. Its not that i never tried, i mean nobody really talks to one another anymore, people at school were always on their phones which i was against, when you text someone its very cold and you only get about what half the things the words really mean. There's just something about having a real conversation with someone i loved and most people didn't seem to care for.... most people. To this day I still believe in reincarnation, childish right, but it made me feel better either way that in the passed life I grew up in the 60s, only because it was my favorite historical time. People rebelling for the good of man, people fighting for equal rights, people who also wrote great rock n roll for the love of it not money, and dedicating their lives to it, such passion lived in the 60s and I always wanted to be passionate like they were for something, or someone.

One thing that helped me get through the school day was my English teacher Mrs Adler, a very sexy barely out of her 20s pale skin blonde hair typical 'white girl'. She was only a few inches shorter than me standing at 5'6 very average for a women. English was never a great subject for me so I never payed any attention in class, so most of the time when she would stand at the front of the class lecturing, i was usually staring at her thinking about how bad it would be to go out with a teacher. The thought gave me such a thrill, forbidden affairs seemed so much more fun for obvious reasons.

"Today class we will be listening to led zeppelin and analyzing the rhetorical strategies used in the lyrics" Mrs Adler said as she turned on her speakers. The girl next to me actually asked "who is led zeppelin and why should we care about them" I looked down at my desk and laughed, and so did Mrs Adler.

As stairway to heaven began to play Mrs Adler closed her eyes and bobbed her head to the beat of the song and I could tell she really liked this music, it was my all time favorite song and she loved it to. This was the first time I ever saw my teacher put any interest into anything, I guess because she was a new teacher she tried to be intimidating or something. English was right before lunch so I really had nothing much to do, so I decided to talk to her about led zeppelin and what kind of music she liked, but I doubted anything would come of it.

I didn't want to make it obvious that I was going to stay for lunch and talk with my teacher, so I packed my stuff slowly waiting for everyone to leave, when the last person left I pulled up a chair next to mrs Adler's desk and she looked at me confused, "you do know its lunch time right" she said almost with a slight tone of denial.

"I know, but I was just curious about led zeppelin, you a fan" I said in my soft seductive voice, gazing through her glasses and into her green eyes. "Well, they were a band from the 60s and..... uh 70s...." For some reason I had the feeling she was more nervous then I was, almost like a teen girl she couldn't focus on what she was saying and was staring right back at me. I had no intentions on anything happening considering she was a teacher and almost twice my age.