No Heroes Allowed (student/teacher)

Chapter Five - For The First Time

 My alarm clock woke me up the next morning. I got in the shower and cleaned quickly. I wrapped the towel around me and walked back into my room. I pulled out a yellow shirt that matched the one I had on yesterday. I pulled on a pair of pants with frays in them then buttoned the shirt.

I heard a pan drop downstairs and reached for my gun. Only my gun was downstairs in my purse. I grabbed the bat that was under the bed and walked downstairs quietly. The banging continued and I stopped. When Mark left, did he not set the alarm? I frowned and walked into the kitchen. Of course, he had because it was Mark that was making the noise.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “What the hell are you doing Mark?”

“Cooking breakfast, duh.”

“Okay, how did you get in?” He looked at me from the stove and gave me a look.

“I never left lass.”

“Oh, okay. Continue on with cooking breakfast. I’ll go finish getting ready.” He nodded and flipped over the bacon. Upstairs, I bushed my hair and braided it to the side. I added the make-up and slipped my feet in the sandals.

A smell reached my nose and my stomach grumbled. “Mark, there better be some bacon left!” I shouted and did a once over in the mirror. I looked good, bright and happy. I smiled and my white teeth gleamed back. My bright eyes looked lively and chipper. My whole attitude was opposite from last night. Today was a new day, I told myself.

I bounced down the stairs and looked at the couch. Mark did sleep there, all because he was worried. I smiled and folded up the sheets he got from the closet and set them on the arm of the couch. I walked into the kitchen as Mark was filling two plates.

“You know you’re a sweet heart, right?”

He looked up and smiled. His eyes gleamed. “Why do you say that?”

I shrugged. “You just are.”

“Well then, thank you lass. Here, come.” I obeyed and he pulled out my chair for me to sit. Mark placed my plate in front of me and I dug in.

“Thanks,” I said with a mouth full of food.

Mark smirked. “Again, you’re welcome. Now, would you like to hear what I found on this teacher?”

I looked up and nodded. Grabbing a napkin, I wiped my mouth and sat back. “Go ahead,” I encouraged.

“This teacher, Zack Morrison, well, he’s had a past. When he was six, his two year old brother drowned. Apparently, it was hard on him. His grades slipped and his behavior was out of control. His parents couldn’t do anything. Something happened when he turned fifteen though.

“His grades went from F’s to A’s. He completely changed. His behavior was amazing and it puzzled everyone. He was excellent ever since. Got into Notre Dame, and became a teacher. He graduated two years earlier than everyone else his age.