Ms. Travolitii, our english teacher, was the last person I thought I would turn to for advice. Yet, she was the
only female teacher I had. Perfect.
"Ms. Travolitii? Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure is it about the Science project?" She looked up at me with huge blue eyes and her Auburn hair
falling in front of her face. She wasnt all as ugly as people thought she was, but she was like a mom to me,
after all, she was dating my dad. Which is pretty wired. But she was the nicest person in the world.
"Not quite..." I stammered through those simple words. She took off her glasses.
"Boy trouble?" My face grew red as she whispered those words to me. "Who is it?"
"Well... Its Trey. Trey Geeoffe" She smiled. She actully smiled.
"Well if you want my advice, hes a trouble maker, and I would stay away." I stared at her for a second,
dumbfounded, I didnt know what to say, the girl who is seemingly always blurting out answers in front of the whole
class.
"How do you know? I- I thought he had Mr. Hays for Science?" I blushed brighter, he told me once when we
were out on a date.
"He was throwing paper and got transferred in here. Hes in my first class tomorrow. By the way, im driving
to your house soon want to get a ride? I need to drop some stuff off at your house for your dad." I just nodded my head.
She changed the fucking subject on me. Was I making her uncomfortable? Because I thought it was the other way around...
"Sure," I say and she picks up her car keys and gets up walking out of the classroom with me following closely behind.
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The car ride was a little more uncomfortable, she was giving me the freaking birds and the bees talk! She was my teacher
right now not my mom yet! Yet... They were engaged but the wedding wasnt for a while.
"Okay, im sorry this is uncomfortable!" She laughed a little.
"Sorry, habit." She was blushing now, I knew she had been married once, I have had her for a year and a half now,
and they changed her door sign from Mrs. to Ms. when I first came.
Now your probly wondering who I am. Im Haley Fredrikson, I have blonde hair and odd greenish eyes. Although my mom
died in a car accident a few years ago, I live with my dad a little out of our small town in Gillette, Wyoming. Yea, yea, you probly dont
know where that is. Were a pretty small town but growing. Growing faster, and faster each day. (Actully not really were a medium
sized town with way to much growing room. And the weater is to hot, or to cold all the time. We are Damn lucky when the weather
is normal.) Anyways, I now only live with my father, Cory Fredrikson. Cory dosnt have a job right now, he got laid off recently so hes
searching frantically for one. He probly has around 200 applications for jobs out now.
"We are here." She told me parking the car in our rocky driveway.
"Thanks for the ride."
"No problem had to drop there off anyways." She held up a bag of papers. I ignored it and walked inside the house into our small,
but "Adorable", as Amy (Ms. Travolitii) calls it. My dad walked down stairs.
"Hey Haley I checked on your straberries today. They are ready to be picked." I smilled and rushed outside and marvled at them.
"They look ripe enough..." I picked one and took a bite out of it. Yum! Perfectly ripe! I smiled brightly at the beautiful red starberries.
I walked inside and grabbed my small plastic basket that said 'Berries' on the side in green marker. The basket was pure white but the green marker didnt stand out much, I picked each berry one, by one. I dragged the bucket into the kitchen and ran them under cold water. The cold
water would keep it fresh, and kill the dirt on it. They were perfect. I heard a car running outside but it definatly wasnt Amy's car. I walked outside.
"Umm... Can I help you?" He was looking at the house, and inside the windows.
"Yes, you can. Do you live here? Can I talk to your father?"
"If you want the freaking house its not for sale."
"Can I talk to your FATHER?!" He yelled at me.
"Seriously, dont yell at me or I wont get my father you dumb ass." He was pissed now.
"Fine, can I PLEASE talk to your father?" My father walked out of the house. He didnt look very happy he was here either.
"Dont yell at my daughter. What buisness do you have here?" The man didnt reply. He was strange... Somehow he was scaring my father
to. Did they know eachother? I didnt really care right now. I just wanted the man off my property.
"I was wondering," Dramatic pause. "If you would be willing to sell this house to the state." He pulled some papers out of the bag that
hung acrost his soulder. "Were planning on expanding the city, and this would be the perfect spot to-"
"No! Get out of here. The house isnt for sale, like my daughter said. Its not now, or will it ever be. You people have came to my house
before askin' and I told you once I'm gonna tell you again. The house is not for fuckin' sale!" Now my Dad was scaring me.
