Opposites Attract (Student/Teacher Romance-Arranged Marriage)

chapter 3

I woke up this morning, hoping everything that happened yesterday was all just a nightmare.  It had to be.  A teacher can't love a student and my parents can't be forcing me to marry a complete stranger.  Anyways,  I got ready for school  I threw on a black shortsleeve sweater dress, sheer black stockings underneath and my favorite ankle boots.  I curled my hair and added a plain black head band. Then I put my make-up on...black eyelniger and mascara and silver eyeshadow and dark red lipstick.   I looked at myself in the mirror and concluded that I looked good.  But hopefully if yesterday wasn't a dream, the guy my parents picked for me will be turned off by my style. 

I walked out of my room, and luckily my parents were still sleeping...or so I thought.  My mother was sitting on the living room couch, waiting for me.  "Remember.  Come straight home."  she said.

"And if I don't?"

"Listen to me you little brat, if you flake out of this and we don't get that money, you're dead.  I gave you life and I can change that."

"Whatever."

"You come straight home, you hear?"

I slammed the door behind me and walked to the bus stop. Clearly yesterday wasn't a dream.

15 minutes later...

I was at school and again my first class was English....this was the one class I didn't want to go to.    I roamed the halls for as long as I could, but when the warning bell rang, I was tempted to go to class.  I can't ruin my perfect attendance record.  Ughhh...I'm stuck between facing that child molester or skipping class and failing and not getting into a good college far away from here.  College was the only thing that could get me out of this town.  But what does that matter now? I'm being forced into marriage.  There has to be a law against this sort of thing.

I decided to go to class.  Nothing worse could happen. Right?  I walked into English, not making eye contact with Mr. King, and took a seat in the very back...as far away from him as possible.  The bell rang and Mr. King began talking.

"Ok class.  It's awesome to meet the rest of you.  I hope your classmates that WERE here explained how this class works.  Now, I've assigned seats, so if everyone would get up and take their stuff to the back of the room, I'll tell you where you'll be sitting."

Everyone gathered their "Stuff" and stood in the back of the room.  I absolutely hate it when people use the word 'stuff'.  It just bothers me.  Stuff could be anything.  People should clarify more often.

"So I've written your names on the board, each next to a number.  Your number corresponds with the desk numbers.  So find your name and number and go sit at your assigned desk."     He went back to his desk and sat down as everybody found their desks. There were exactly 5 desks in each row.  And there were 5 rows. That makes a total of 25 desks.  The desks were numbered 1 through 25.  The numbers went around the room.  The last desk in the first row being number 1 and the first desk in the last row being number 25.  

The list written in white chalck on the green chalkboard was as follows:

1. Anthony Parker   2. Elizabeth Taylor   3. Samuel Adams   4. Lisa Newman   5. Gilbert Grissom   6.Antonio Hernandez   7. Raymond Bird  8. Sophia Ackerman   9. Bridget Lowman  10. Eric Red   11.Sophia Foreman   12.  Lucinda Cromwell   13. Reginald Bishop  14. Isaac Newton  15. Meredeth Gold  16. Benjamin Smith  17. James Atkins  18. Dana Johnson  19. Bianca Ferry  20. Stacy Watts  21. Maria  Salinas  22. Ellen Gregors  23. John Scott  24. Bentley Dodger  25. Scarlette Williams

Oh great...I'm right in front of his desk.  Note the sarcasm.  I went over to me desk and sat down, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair, looking down at my desk, still not making eye contact with him, though I could tell he was staring at me.  I looked out the window and tried to get my mind of this perv and everything going on at home.