Made For You [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER SIX: Crazy Rhyme: Little Miss Feisty Smith

   Dedicated to SamirahMuhammad

Here you have it,just as I've promised. It was hard writing this chapter but I hope you all love it. Enjoy.

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"Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing."    Abraham Lincoln
                    
Richard's POV

I swear to God, this school is damn big. I've been trying to get to- was it Building B first floor or second floor he said? This is my third day in the school, yet I'm still getting lost. I'm on scholarship to study here so I'm new and just trying to get familiar with the big learning environment. Now I'm in front of Building B as it is called but I don't know which floor I'm going to.

Yet I entered and climbed the stairs. All I could do is to hope. Hope that I will meet someone to ask and luckily I met Miss Wren, my education counselor. She happens to be mine, she helped me out the day I got to school. On Tuesday, she turned out to be my Literature teacher too. She directed me to the second floor after my explanation.

I went straight to the third floor and went directly to the class. I might be a straight-A student but then there are some subjects I dislike. Like the one I'm going for now, History. I got to the class and realize the teacher isn't in yet and that only makes it comfortable for me to skip class. "What's my fucking business with the history of Germany or Russia? What good will Holocaust do to me? Why attend a class you really don't like when you can make the most of the time?" I thoughtfully asked myself... Without much hesitation, I turned back and went down the hallway. I just pocketed my phone after contacting the hospital...when someone bumped into me. I wasn't really looking but is the person blind?

"Ouch!" a feminine voice screamed. I looked down to see this girl with a long brown curly hair on the floor with books scattered around her.

"What the F... my breath hitched when she looked at me and I completed with''...Clumsy?" I gathered my words.

She looked back at me,her eyes roaming over my face for a while. I just wanna be a gentleman, so I bend down to pick her books, my hair falling to the left front side blocking her away but I could feel her eyes on me. I turned to pick a book beside her when my violet eyes met her emerald green ones. I moved forward to take the book finally and had a quick peak at the name. So, she was the absentee teachers and students so much talked about. Hmmn...

Julia Ashley Smith! Beautiful name.

"So Beautiful!" something in me said

"Yeah... It really is..." I reasoned

"Emerald green eyes are the loveliest" something said again

"What the actual nonsense? You motherfucking mind?" I asked him while trying to think straight

"It's no nonsense. They once held you close and..." he continues. What the hell!

I cut him off by yelling inside my head "I'm not in the mood...so get a grip! She's obviously gawking at me. I hate it and you know it. Focus!" I angrily stated and there was silence. Good.

I composed myself and focus on the girl in front of me. "Hmnhmn..." I groaned,she instantly snapped back to present. "Stop gawking at me, it's irritating", I remarked with anger. I disgustingly look at her turning bright red before looking away.