A Breath Of Fresh Air

Kill 'Em With Kindess Pt. 1

Allesandra's POV

I sighed. All my life I've lived here, and not once, had I been to one of these public schools. Today was my first day as a senior at Gorde Jae High School. I remembered begging and pleading for Dr. Murray to let me go, untill he finally cracked.

Today was a test, if I could get though the day, I could continue school here.

I shuddered, becuase anything beats getting taught at the hospital. It was so draining, learning about highschool geometry between CAT scans, surgeries, and other crap.

Hopefully this school wasn't as hell-ish as my brother had described to me, but I had watched enough Mean Girls to get a basic idea of what high school is like.

I rolled my eyes, and begin the journey up the stairs, and through the doors, already noticing the students were gone.

Huh. Pretty weird if you ask me.

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Trying to find my way to class, was like saying finding a needle in hay stack was easy. Here's the thing, it's not.

When I did finally show up to my first period, I was late. So late that I must have missed the whole lesson, becuase when I went to walk through the door, I got shoved back out by really strong shoulders. I went to do it again, but I just got shoved even more. This time I fell to the ground and it hurt, really bad.

Tears welled in my eyes, because I got surgery on my shoulder recently and it was still tender, but I remembered what Dr. Murray and my dad had said, "Kill 'Em with Kindess".

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, a pair of tan, men's Sperrys where infront of my face. There was also a hand.

"Do you need help up, mija?

"Nope," I said dragging out the 'o'.

"Do you like constantly kissing the floor then?"

"Negative Rodger. But my fist would like kissing your face."

I looked up to see a tan hottie, with short curly hair, a pair of nice brown eyes, and obviously, a nice body. I believe I started drooling.

He laughed a melodious laugh, "Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure you can't hit me."

"First, kind sir, it's Allesandra. Second, 'cuz I'm a girl, or cuz I'm on the floor?"

" 'Cuz I'm a teacher, or 'cuz your gonna be last to your next class?"

My first thoughts consisted of, 'Oh SHIT MY NEXT CLASS!!', and 'OH SHIT HE'S A TEACHER?!?!?'.

He chuckled, "Yeah. You gotta a problem with me being a teacher?"

He wiggled his fingers, so I grabbed his hand and pulled my self up.

Dusting myself off, I followed him into what I assumed was his room.

"I'm Mr. Hernandez, your Spanish teacher, I'm guessing your Allesandra Grante?"

I nodded.

"Looks like we need to get you to the nurse, your doctor told me that you had surgery done."

"Yeah, did he um.. Tell you that I have-,"

"He informed all the staff and students that you have a condition."

I let out a breath.

He grabbed a purple slip and scribbled on it.

"Come on, let's get you to the nurse."

Great. It's not even lunch time and I already going to the nurse.