“Thank you, miss Johnson. Okay, who’s next?” Mrs. Wright smiled, looking out over the class. “Not me, not me, not me..” I whispered, pressing myself tighter against the table. We were all going to explain love. Pheobe Johnson, had just talked about that she thinks love is blind.
“And do you know why I know, love is blind?” She had dramatically said, her green eyes sparkling behind the black glasses.
“Because your mother starts loving you, before even seeing you.” She had ended with a smugly smile.
“Mr. Williams?” Mrs. Wright finally said, making me let out a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, what?” Kayne smirked, making his gang of losers laugh. I rolled my eyes. Ladies and gentlemen; Kayne Williams. The most immature 17 years old, you can find in this world.
“She wants the D, Kayne.” Okay, I was wrong. Matthew Lewis, everybody.
“Something you want to share with class, Lewis?” Mrs. Wright sharp voice snapped. I looked over at them. Half strangled in their own laugher. Especially one; Isabelle Castellá. How could such an awful person, be so popular? I shook my head. They were nothing but unbelievable, always ruining everything.
“Okay..” Kayne started, standing up from the chair, making it scratch against the cold floor. “Hm, hm.” He coughed, making the gang of sluts giggle uncontrolled.
“Love is sex, because sex is good and sex is healthy. Thank you.” He said, bowing for his non-existing audience.
“So beautiful.” Zack Whinter said, faking a sniff.
“So deep bro’, so deep.” Matthew added, patting Kayne’s shoulder.
“Sit.” Mrs. Wright said, staring directly at Kayne, who careless sagged back down in the chair.
“Mr. Williams, I would like you to write 101 things about love, there isn’t about sex. You’ll hand it to me in the next poetry lesson, there is,” She stopped, looking up at our timetable.
“In next week.”
“But Mrs. I-“ Kayne tried, his mouth shaped as an O, and his arms in the air.
“Thank you Williams, it wasn’t a question.” Mrs. Wright ended.
“This is so fucking typical.” He mumbled, frustrated running a hand through his dark brown hair. I smiled to myself. That’s why I liked Mrs. Wright. Learn it, sucker. And best as I sat there, smiling over Kaynes adversity, Mrs. Wright’s voice was heard again.
“Miss Dion?” I looked around in the class, hoping that someone would jump up from the chair, claiming they were miss Dion. But funnily enough, nobody did. Scratching my thumb’s nail against my forefinger, I slowly stood up. All these eyes.. I jumped a little when I heard my own voice speak.
“Uhm, I think love is very confusing, so I think everybody should be born with a necklace..” I looked around. I had caught everybody’s attention; Even Kayne and Isabelle were looking. My eyes stopped at Mrs. Wright, who keens nodded, wanting me to keep going. Taking a deep breath, I started again.
“If everybody was born with a necklace, there was connected to another.. Connected to the person there were The One for you. So we could avoid broken hearts, the endless search for someone, or when we choose the wrong persons.. So, when you were apart it would be red, but when you were close to each other, it would turn green. And when you finally had your soul mate in your arms, it would turn white.” I nervously looked up, hoping they understood me.
“You should write a book Christy!” Zack shouted from behind. I lightly blushed, sitting back down in chair, wishing I could make myself invisible.
“Very good Christine.” Mrs. Wright said with a smile, for sure relieved that is wasn’t only Pheobe who actually made their homework.
“But.” Oh great.
“What if something goes wrong with a necklace? What if two necklaces are connected with one?” She tilted her head, lifting an eyebrow. A sly smile played along her lips.
“Okay, thank you Miss Dion. Miss Simpson?” Mrs. Wright said, turning her attention to Sienna. “Sure.” Sienna answered, standing up, with a big smile. How could she always be so confident? It must be amazing to never worry about all the staring eyes.
“Love is when you wake up thinking of somebody, and go to bed thinking of them..”
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