Camila was sitting on her desk examining her students' home works that had been collected earlier. While the students were discussing with their own partner on 2 different poems by Shakespeare and Wordsworth since around 30 minutes ago after the school bell rang.
She looked at her students who were talking, giving their opinions to answer the questions Camila had put on the papers she gave them in the beginning of the class. The class discussion had been starting for a while now, the students looked engaged into it as Camila would bring the discussion back to proper direction when some students involved in heated debate and went off the track. But it was in good nature, Camila loved every second of it.
"...that's a good way to put it. And we can see how nature became important to both Shakespeare and Wordsworth. It was a critical aspect of their poetry. Shakespeare compares nature a lot with his loved ones although to him, nature is superior to human beings. Whilst for Wordsworth, nature plays a comforting role. Rather than placing man and nature in opposition, Wordsworth views them as complementary elements of whole, recognizing man as a part of nature." said Camila ending her explanation in front of the class as the school bell rang.
School's hallways looked packed with student body who was heading to their next class or to the cafeteria if they had a different lunch period. Camila was erasing the white board when she heard someone knocked on the door. Without stopping her movement, she called out. "Come in."
"Excuse me, Miss Camila," said Sofia as the girl entered the class. "Miss Hernandez asked me to bring you this."
Ally had already went back to school last week, she didn't want to spent her time at home and not doing anything. Camila admired her best friend's spirit and felt that it would be good for Ally's recovery. So, Camila supported Ally on her decision to decline when the principal told her to take the time off.
Camila took the folder that was held out by the girl with a gratitude smile. She saw Sofia went to take her seat in second row from the front. For a while the room between the two filled with sound of scribbling pen and papers flipped by Camila. Averting her gaze from the papers on her desk, Camila looked at the younger brunette sitting calmly, eyes focused on a book. Camila noticed that Sofia always came to class earlier since the first time she came late, and this was how it used to be ever since – just the two of them in class – until the other students entered the room. Camila would do her work; examining homeworks or stuff while Sofia would do whatever she did at that time, usually the girl would immediately put on her earphone that attached to her cell phone which Camila sure, the girl used for listening to music.
Usually Camila would be less content with the lack of words between her and this particular student, but at those times, Camila didn't do anything to change it for she herself didn't know what to say to Sofia. Because usually when someone immediately put on her earphone, there was a big chance that the person weren't interested to make a conversation whatsoever.
But this time, Camila would not waste her chance. She only needed a little push to start a conversation with the girl.
"You have an interesting choice of book, Sofia," said Camila as she eyed the book Angels Fall that was in Sofia's hand. Camila stood leaning on a desk in front of the girl. "as much as I like your reading taste, I honestly couldn't remember ever seen nowadays teenager read Nora Roberts' book. Do you like it?"
"I like variation in my reading," shrugged Sofia.
Camila smiled at this. "and I think that's good. Nora Roberts is one of successful Romantic woman writers and Angels Fall is an amazing book." Said Camila. "anyway, do you still have problem with Jake?"
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Red String (CAMREN)
FanfictionCamila lived in a orphanage since she was 11 years old. Now she moved to Miami and worked as a teacher in Miami High. Things from her past started to reveal itselves and meeting with Lauren was one of the highlight. But how would she handle it all? ...