Thursday 9/02/2017
FUCK EVERYONE
Legit they expelled me from school
Was it even my fault, ugh my stupid emotions for Sir. He should have realised that he would have got such genuine feelings and love from me, I'm waiting for him to come for me but I don't know how he'll get through my mum and dad. It's been so awkward at home. A few hours ago mum and dad got a call telling me not to come back after I bunked yesterday since I didn't want to see anyone face and to say they were disappointed is a fucking under statement. Dad couldn't even look me in the eye, guess that bloody principle told him about what I painted but forget it, its done, it was meant to be for Sir, no one else was meant to see it anyway. Plonkers, showing the privateness and intimacy that was only meant to be shared between lovers, guess that bitch made sure everyone found out so she could try embarrass me. I'm just staying in my room and doing nothing, going down to grab food sometimes just trying to block out my feelings for Sir. I didn't know that emotions could have so much control over a person, I always laughed at teenagers who said they're in love but I fell for Sir. I didn't even know he would be able to effect me like that and get under my skin.
Even now all I can imagine is how reality could have been so different, that I would walk into his office and see Sir sitting behind his desk marking homework but he'd look up and a slow smile would spread across his face making him more handsome and I would feel my heart flutter. He would call me in, to take a seat and wait patiently for me until I made myself comfortable. Then I would tell Sir I have a present for him, something that I poured my heart into and made with the thought of his enthusiasm in mind to motivate me and I knew he wouldn't disappoint. Sir gets up and walks toward me, slowly trailing his fingers across the desk until he's behind me and his fingers continue and I feel them glide over my shoulders making me shiver. I unwrap the picture, slowly taking off the wrapping and I would feel Sir's fingers tighten around my shoulders as he sees the full picture, the seductiveness of my pouty red lips and my breasts encased in that sexy lace bra. Sir would whisper in my ear about how much he likes it, breathing a little heavier and then I would feel his tongue trail down my neck and nibbling on my ear lobe, feeling his hands moving down my body until they're on my legs pushing my skirt to the side as his warm soft hands move my thighs making me part my legs to him willingly biting my lip to stop myself from moaning outloud, then he
Fuck mum's knocking on the door. Let me check it
OMG WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
I was fantasising about Sir this entire time and that fucking bastard denies any feelings towards me, mum just told me that the head teacher called and said that I'll have to meet with the police to get my story straight and that Sir has already given his part of the story and has claimed himself innocent.
My entire life is ruined. I can't do this no more.
Friday 10/02/2017
I've been angry all day, but the anger changed to sadness and I just had to express myself through art. If I learnt anything from that bastard teacher I love, it is that art is the best way to express oneself and then I would know how to fix my problem so I've been painting all day locked in my room painting whatever I can on the canvas mum bought me recently when we went shopping. I painted all day and I came to an epiphany once I finished the painting, I have realised why love is sang about in so many songs, why so many books and movies are based around the idea of love. And lastly why crimes are committed in the name of love, why people kill the ones who they hold closest to their hearts. This painting depicts my epiphany and it will be the last statement I can make because I've realised after everything that has happened theres no going back to my regular life and that Sir needs to realise what he lost.
Saturday 11/02/2017
Diary, I think this is going to be my last post. This will hold the truth of my life story once the police finds it to find out what happened and they will see the light and know that I was innocent all along, that a teenager's love is innocent and was misunderstood. I am grateful I received this diary to express the biggest events in my life and was able to document them. Thank you for being there for me and farewell.
YOU ARE READING
It all started in art class (teacher/student short story - journal entries)
Teen FictionLenna is back at school after summer vacation and just wants to get on with her education, she isn't interested in guys like the other teenage girls in her school that throw themselves at the high school boys. That was until he comes into the pictur...
