Paper Boy //h.s. (ON HOLD)

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Harry stepped inside the classroom sheepishly, searching the room for a young female who might be Ms. Effie Wilcox. He held the forum he had filled out less than a half-hour ago in his hand and whistled brightly. Then a brunette woman with glasses, around his age, entered the room in a hurry.

"Excuse me mam?" Harry spoke up. She turned to him sharply. "Do you know where I might find Ms. Wilcox?" She looked up at him and shook her head briskly and hurried to the other end of the room, smoothing out her tight,black dress and taking a seat. Harry pinched his lip and pushed back a few loose curls.

"Would everyone take a seat?" His attention was turned towards the front of the room. Beside a large desk stood a young, tall woman. Her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed at her class. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders and bust. Her locks held a tight curl and as Harry watched her and thought of whether she is or isn't his new teacher, she paced in front of her desk, a pencil in her hands. "Can I help you?" She asked Harry after noticing he didn't take a seat.

"Oh," He twitched his head and approached her, sweating. "I filled out my application for this class." He held out the sheet of paper in his outstretched hand. She gave him a smile and took it, investigating it's contents.

"Thank you." She spoke softly and set it on her desk. "You can have a seat." Harry saw an empty desk and took a seat at it, right next to a young blonde man, examining Ms. Wilcox's body shamelessly. 'What a sick thing to do.' Harry looked around at the class when his instructor cleared her throat noisily. "First off I am very impressed with all of the articles you have turned in last week. I do however feel that um Mr...?" She looked at Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"Styles."

"That Mr. Styles should have a whack at an article so I could see where he's at. I also think it would be unfair for him to have less time to assemble it so why don't you just-"

"I could write an article." Harry said briskly, leaning forward, loosening his tie a bit. " I'm sure it could be done by the end of this session." Ms. Wilcox let out a breath slowly, considering his input.

"Alright. There's a desk and a computer in the back. To print it, I'm sure you know how but the printer is out by my Secretary, Mrs. Butler. I'm sure she'll bring it to you." Harry nodded and went to the back of the room where, behind a paper wall, was in fact a desk and on it, a laptop. Harry sighed and  peeked out at Ms. Wilcox giving her class a lecture on grammar importance. Harry then sat down at the desk, agreeing that she was beautiful, but nothing compared to Ms. Dinah Ray. Harry wanted to write about a girl, he wanted to write about Dinah, but what would be so important to be an article?

He bit the tip of his thumb and wrestled his fingers through his hair. He didn't have work tomorrow, and he should be off now but he still has to write an article, about what? He didn't know.

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"I see Mr. Styles has finished his paper in," Ms. Wilcox grabbed Harry's work and looked up at the clock, judging him. "7 minutes. I'm not sure I can read it in that short a time but I'll try." The class snickered as Harry's class often did to him in all of his school years. Harry hung his head, glaring up at Ms. Wilcox. She unfolded his paper. "Do I have permission to read it aloud Mr. Styles?" She asked smugly.

"You have full permission." Harry replied, confident in his work. She gave him a fake smile and began.

"Alright." And she read it out, pausing occasionally with wide eyes. She was stunned by his work. When she was done she set it on her desk and took in a large breath. "Mr. Styles that was excellent work." She adjusted her light, blue skirt and looked up at Harry, making him swallow and stare back at her, he wasn't ever afraid to stare. He was quite confident in himself.