My teacher's favourite student

And we're back at school

I rest for the remainder of the day, trying to think of what I did the previous night. Oh well, I'm sure it couldn't be that bad anyway.

School is beginning tomorrow and I am in no mood to see all the fake smiles, hugs and questions about the holidays, "omg babe! I missed you so so much", the voice of Kelly Riggs rings in my head. She irritates the shit out of me.

.......

RING RING RING RING!!

7:30am

I rub my eyes before slightly forcing one open to find my phone. My alarm is so loud! 'Fucking school', I sigh to my self before flopping out of the warm arms of my covers. Usually I would take at least another twenty minutes to even consider getting up. However, it's the first day back and I suppose I should make an effort. I'll look like shit for the rest of the year anyway, may as well look decent for today.

After taking a quick shower, I blow dry and straighten my brown hair then throw if up in a cute messy pony tail. I then apply some minimal makeup so I don't look like a complete zombie. I drag my feet over to my wardrobe and choose an outfit for the school day ahead. I slip into some ripped, light wash, boyfriend style jeans. Then throw on my tight, peach singlet (it shows a little cleavage, but nothing that'll get me sent to the principal's office), and a simple black and white, over-sized cardigan. I then put on my white Converses and sprits some sweet perfume on before heading down stairs.

I quickly chuck a banana, strawberries and milk into the blender to make a smoothie before grabbing my car keys off the counter. I skull down the sweet liquid then leave the house.

I arrive at school in about 10 minutes and make it just in time as the bell rings.

8:30am

My first two classes of the day: double advanced English. Fabulous.

I enter the classroom to hear the loud chatter of students chirping away. I slowly walk towards the back, taking a seat next to an interesting looking girl. I'd never seen her at our school before. She has a pale, lavender, pixie hair cut which frames the delicate features on her face suitably. She has an athletic body as she wore high waisted, dark wash jeans and a cropped band tee, paired with some black converses. As I looked at her, I noticed a small, cursive, tattoo on her wrist reading "It just blooms". I admire it from my seat.

"Hey, I'm Winter Greeves." She introduced herself to me, I must've been staring. Oops.

"Hey Winter, I'm Annabelle Harper. I'm sorry you're now stuck here at this shitty school." I say to her with a serious face. She laughs at the greeting. But I'm just being honest.

We make small talk until the teacher comes into the room, making the class slowly start to become silent.

That's when I make eye contact with him. Our beautiful, English teacher. I mean, he's just a teacher, I wouldn't do anything like that with him... but he was quite visually pleasing.

He has deep, brown eyes. They were dark and squinty, surrounded by thick, brown eyelashes. He has nicely combed, chocolate brown hair, with soft waves in it. A slight, shadow of stubble showed his maturity. He must be in his late 20's.

"Good morning everyone, I'm Mr. Mason."