Taegan's eyes wouldn't leave the clock as she sat through sixth period — algebra with Mr Franklin. She watched the red hand slowly tick, tick on each little dash all the way around the clock. 3:01, just four more minutes.
"Tonight's homework will be on pages 657 of the textbook," Mr Franklin said, his voice so slow and holding no emotion. "Problems 1 through 30, the odds only."
"C'mon..." Taegan whispered under her breath, gripping tightly at the edge of her desk.
Tick, tick. 3:03.
"If I were you all I'd do it tonight and not leave it for Sunday night or early Monday morning. Smart, no?"
Shoving her things in her bag she grumbled to herself, annoyed that everything wasn't fitting like it was suppose to. Her eyes meet the clock — 3:04 — and she began to panic. Snatching the bag from the floor onto her lap she quickly moved things around, accidentally stabbing herself with her pencil. "Ow," she whispered, kissing her finger and zipped her backpack.
Ding! there goes the bell.
Jumping up faster than she ever has before she darted to the exit, pushing past her peers and barged out the door. The golden handle smacking against the wall with a bang!
"What's her problem?" someone said as she zoomed past, actually running down the halls and out the blue double doors.
The air smelled fresh and the sun felt delightful against her skin, giving her a nice glow. Taking a deep breath she began her run back home to change clothes before meeting Blake at the park, her heart pounding in her chest.
Holding the yellow dress against her thin frame in the full body mirror she smiled, loving the way the color seemed to compliment her dark skin. She struggled to take off her jeans, falling to the floor. "Ow," she winced, rubbing her hip.
Learning her lesson, she first slid off her sandals, then jeans; and tossed her top high above her head elsewhere. Standing in nothing but a training bra and underwear she turned with her back facing the mirror, peering over her shoulder to check for any bruises on her bottom. There was none. Sighing a breath of relief she grabbed the dress, tugging it over her head and down her frame before flattening it. She smiled at her reflection, twirling side to side, loving the way the dress seemed to flow like water as she twirled.
She ran a hand through her curly black hair, exhaling slowly. "I can-." Her hand reached for the peach flavored lipgloss on her dresser, applying a fair amount and smacked her lips.
"Now I can do this," shooting finger guns at herself.
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Butterfly Kisses
Short Story"Well, how does she make you feel?" "Happy," she responded without missing a beat, a smile painting her lips. ------------------------------- After finding a note in her locker from someone named Blake, Taegan looks forward to meeting the stranger a...
