Should I? (Student/Teacher)

Chapter One

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Chapter One   

It all started three years ago, that's when I first saw him. I remember the exact moment; it was just before school started (well, when I say that I had literally 2 minutes to spare) on a gloomy, cloudy Tuesday morning and I was walking down the path near the school's car park, when I accidentally tripped over a sharp, rather small rock and dropped all my text books onto the gravel floor. That's when this 'guy' with chocolate brown, fluffy hair and mesmerising eyes walked over to me and gave me a hand with picking up my books. He gave the warmest and gentlest smile I'd seen in a long time, one which you could never forget. He wore this navy blue blazer at a perfect fit, each seam as if it were customised especially for him. This was matched with a blinding white shirt and a formal looking silk cravat, that had polished purple stripes on. He asked if I was okay and then walked back to his car to fetch some of his stuff. From that moment on I swear the weather got better as the sun came out to play and the clouds hid away. The day continued as normal, first I had English (with Miss Sparrow, who was severely strict and only liked her favourites) and then I had maths (with Mrs Bay, who's actually really nice, but I don't see why everyone dislikes her). But that's not the point, the third lesson (French) was the one that caught my attention - but that was kind of biased and you'll see why. At first it started like any other lesson, registration, the 'connect' activity and it was all normal. I sat there in the classroom, that had walls covered with blue wallpaper and display boards with boxes of books all around, and continued my work. I found it easy but I think that French is generally an easy-ish language to pickup, even if the others believe that it's hard. However after that everything seemed to heat up. Our teacher, Mrs Harris, had some news for us. She said that she would only be in for half of the lesson and then someone else would take over. Little did I know that it was the guy from earlier who was going to take over this lesson; the one with the chocolate brown, fluffy hair and those mesmerising eyes, that when you look into them you just feel senseless. Instantly my heart beat started rising fast, but I knew that nothing could ever happen between us, as he was almost double my age, even though he looked quite young, and I guess is going to be or training to be a teacher at this school. So nothing could happen...ever. As Mrs Harris walked out he walked in and introduced himself. He said "Hi guys, my name is Mr Schmidt and I'll be teaching the rest of your lesson as your teacher, Mrs Harris, has some important things to do".

His voice sounded soft (at a slightly higher pitch than your average Joe) and tight but with that husky tone that all the girls seemed to like. This time I tried to pay close attention to his voice and remember the first time he met our class. I also intended to concentrate more during the rest of that lesson. In that lesson I think we were learning about holidays and travel because I remember that first we had to finish a sheet that had all the types of travel and their translations, which we had to match to the correct one. Usually I'm pretty good at these kind of things because if I didn't know one of them I would just use the trial and error method, but this time I felt as though my brain was playing tricks on me and I couldn't think clearly, so it took a while for what I had to do to sink in and for me to actually do it. The next thing I remember is when he was picking on everyone, which I believe was towards the end of the lesson. He told them to read aloud the word written on the active whiteboard. I didn't get picked on, but my friends did. I remember that Maria said "Le car" meaning 'the coach' and Alyssa had to say "Le bus", which was simply 'the bus'. I don't understand why I wasn't picked on; I guess that's a good thing as it would mean that I would be pointed out as teachers tend to pick on people who were talking, but I don't think Alyssa or Maria was at that point. Hmm...