Gone Too Far (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 1 (COMPLETED)

Chapter 33

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"He stripped away my self-worth, layer by later until there was nothing left of my personality. Yet I never forgot about the girl who I used to be. She lived inside; my caged soul, waiting for the day I would set her free. Casting her light into my dark mind, hoping that I would see, flashes of a better life, glimpses of possibility. I was never alone because she believed in me." –Christy Ann Martine

"Pull up a chair, Miss Brooks," Mr. Pratt suggested.

Mr. Pratt was my grade 9 English teacher. He had a great reputation among the students and a great rapport with his teaching colleagues.

He was well liked by all.

He was fairly new to teaching in a high school, this being his first year with older students. Most of 7 year career as a teacher; he was in primary schools.

Mr. Pratt was very passionate about reading and writing. He made sure to make his lessons relevant to moments happening in our lives. He made lessons relevant to what we were experiencing and it made learning interesting.

Everyone was excited when it was time to go to his class.

He acknowledged our thoughts, feelings, and would never rush to argue with his students if they were having a rough day. He understood and never called anyone out if they were struggling.

Students respected that.

Mr. Pratt talked daily about how he wants to encourage his students to voice their opinions but also know he can be approached when they would need his help. He helped anyone that would come to him, even if they weren't in one of his classes.

He cared.

When I went to ask Mr. Pratt for tutoring, I knew I could count on him for help. He'd find a way to make me understand material better and that's exactly what happened.

I felt smart and confident in my ability to problem solve for the first time in my life!

I was completing work quickly and I started to notice how less frequently I would have to ask for help.

Math made sense.

English was coming along nicely. I still doubted myself when it came to writing essays but I had a newfound confidence in myself to do the best I could.

Science was a work in progress. I couldn't memorize the terminology fast enough.

I found an empty chair and dragged it over to the side of his desk. I sat down and opened up my textbook to a page in Math. "So I need help with this one question I---"My voice trailed off as I felt a cold hand trailing up my thigh. I looked down at my thigh and gulped when I saw that Mr. Pratt's hand was teasing up and down my thigh.