Amiera Harrington, a name everyone had heard but, a girl no one had heard of. She was a myth, a tall tale and perhaps even a legend. Nobody knew her they only knew her façade, her characters and her false identities.
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Amiera Harrington's POV
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The sound of my heels against the shiny wooden floor was music to my ears. I pushed open the door to my English Literature class, "I apologise for my tardiness-you!" My jaw fell as I stared at the man from last night.
"Miss King, you are absurdly late." The incorrect surname made me cringe as I knew he knew my name.
"It's a new school," I answered back. I was making an image out of this character that I was playing; constantly late, hot-headed and a cocky girl and also a know it all. It sounded like me on a daily but, I differed as I was always on time.
"Any good student would find their class beforehand." He spoke to me as if to challenge my antics.
"I didn't have time, I was praying." I lied through my teeth, glimpsing at him from under my thick eyelashes. Surprise took over his features but, he quickly masked them.
"Sit down miss King."
"It is Harrington, Miss Harrington." I gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, my eyes holding deviousness. My hair bounced, my hips sashayed and my heels clicked as I walked towards a vacant seat next to a girl. I sat on the seat and smiled sweetly as I noticed that my teacher had carried on staring at me, "And sir-" I paused when he raised a brow, "The quote on the board is incorrectly copied out." He turned and I imagined his cold grey eyes moving over the quote reading it.
"Indeed it is." He muttered and my smile widened. "Charlotte, please inform Miss Harrington on what she was missed."
"You haven't missed much if I'm honest, nothing you can't catch up on. We're just studying some poetry and we have a small exam in a few days."
"So early on?" I questioned.
"Mr Harris' teaching methods are outstanding and people have left his class with the top grades in this country and one of his methods of teaching is constant quizzing to make sure you are learning the information."
"Thank you, Charlotte." I pursed my lips wanting to ask her more questions. Mr Harris fixed the quote and we carried on with the lesson. He set us off on some work and I turned to Charlotte quickly.
"He's so dreamy, that's the only reason I took this class." She admitted to me and I laughed softly.
"He's awfully young to be teaching isn't he?"
"He's 24." Charlotte fired back, my eyes widened at her tone, "I'm sorry." She spoke seeing my expression.
"Why is everyone so obsessed with him?" I asked, perhaps she knows some information. Perhaps she was one of the gossipers and perhaps our alluring teacher was apart of this scandal within the school.
"You cannot be serious Amiera?" She scoffed and let out a loud laugh drawing attention to us, not that she seemed to mind it. "Look at him!" And we did. I examined the man as he sat on his desk. His tailored suit hugged the correct part of his body, it showed off all that was needed to make a woman become weak. The dark colour of his suit, illuminated his ivory skin and his steel eyes. We watched his movements for a few moments. His movements were quick and assertive from what I had noticed. "See." Charlotte made me cast my gaze away from him quickly, "he is gorgeous." She gushed, "and-" She leant into me, "I have heard that he has been involved with some pupils."
