Sam tucks the end of his pencil into his mouth as Miss Crawford enthusiastically explains something to the class ,he then drags it back and forth , in and out of his mouth,his eyes slowly shutting as he drifts into dreamland, he's almost there when he hears a distant voice calling his name, it gets louder and louder
"Mr Blake!" Miss Crawford shouts,"If you are to sleep you had better find a nice comfy place to do so ,NOT in my classroom "
"Pass me the ketchup will ya" Sam mutters ,half asleep. The whole class roars with laughter,but Miss Crawford doesn't find this funny. She steps heavily as she approaches Sam's desk.
Sam isn't startled a bit, in fact he's now fully indulged into his sleep,snoring without a care
in the world. Miss Crawford slams his desk and his eyelids slowly part, to reveal before him
a green eyed, unbelievably attractive model ,only it's no model, it's Miss Crawford, his no
nonsense English teacher. Sam
hasn't realized this,because quite frankly he's not fully awake yet.
"Well hellooo sunshine" he says ,
his eyes partially open. Reality
strikes as he regains full consciousness,the whistles and jeers from his classmates seem to fade.
"Well" Miss Crawford starts "Seems as you haven't an ounce of respect for women, you'll be cleaning the toilets ,on the women's side"
There are several Ooows and ews from his classmates, mostly from the boys. His cheeks turn bright red from embarrassment, he slowly lowers his eyes,then he slowly raises them. A small genuine smile forms on his face when they meet Darla Martins,she smiles back at him. This is enough to melt his heart, and his day is made. At the end the period the whole class leaves,all but Sam ,Miss Crawford and Darla.
"Shouldn't you two be headed to your next class ?" Miss Crawford questions ,raising an eyebrow.
"Right" Sam answers quickly, storming out of the classroom.
As he runs through the hallway , he hears quick footsteps behind him ,When he turns to see who it is ,his heart beats rapidly against his chest.
It's Darla
He looks at her , wide-eyed. For a moment he's lost in her eyes.
"H ,Hi" he says,awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
Darla notices his discomfort.
"Hi , I'm Darla" she says ,offering a handshake ,"we've uhm just moved here, from Mississippi. "
"S, Samuel ,I'm from here,well not from the school ,just.." he replies
"I get it " She says with a giggle ,it surely gives him goosebumps, in a very good way. The two then walk to the next class.
They enter the classroom and when Sam sees Mr Tucker glaring at them,his brain registers what period it is, Geography.
"Morning kids" he says , his voice firm and brief. The whole class murmurs a ' morning ' back to him. He then clears his throat and continues "For those who are new here, I'm Mr Tucker, for those who already know me ,good luck surviving this year" he notices their discomfort and bursts into laughter "I'm kidding ," he says amidst his laughter "That's Mr Tucker for you kids,always full of jokes, a cheerful lad throughout," Sam's eyes are on Darla the whole time.
Mr Tucker is indeed a cheerful person ,he makes the classroom a relaxed and warm environment. He is one of those people who do their jobs with a smile on their faces,a genuine one too. He brings out the best in everyone of his students. With his unbelievably hysterical personality and his contagious smile, you are bound to like him.
Not only is he funny, but he's also kind and generous. He is the forty year old man who looks more at his thirties.
Sam doesn't know that the Martins are his new neighbours.
On the way home,at the backseat of his father's car, Sam's thoughts keep revolving around Darla,something about her , draws him closer to her, though he is only seeing her for the first time. Mr Blake notices that his sixteen year old son, is surprisingly very quiet today.
"So uhm, how was school today? anything interesting?"he started, trying to break the silence.
" Actually there was something interesting dad"
"Great, now tell me more about it" he said with excitement in his voice. His son starts to frantically move about in his seat ,clasping his hands together and nervously tapping on the window, he notices this
"Hey ,it's fine if you don't wanna......."
"It's a girl Dad"
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A/N
Hey guys,this is only my second Wattpad story, check out my first one, it's a short fairy tale story named Joyville. I don't have many readers and followers yet ,but I'm getting there, so if you're reading this story ,thank god for you and god bless you. I'm open for advice and guidance ,tips. I need all the help I can get. There's always room for improvement.
