Tutoring Tatiana Thompson

Ch. 1

Drakov Kol

High school, a place where we get to shape out future, moulding it into what we desire it to be. That is the selling point of high school but what they fail to mention is the hierarchical structure of it all.

As it is with the influence of this structure that has an impact of the type of people we become.

Not to be arrogant, but the life I live many people dream to have. I have the best of everything, or that is what it looks like. My parents are supportive in everything I do, even when I am rude to them they comfort and guide me. My sibling is a feisty little thing, she can be the meanest person in the world but she is loving. My girlfriend Monica Swan is one of the most beautiful girls at school, she is beautiful on the inside too. My best-friend Jose Ross, has been there with me since we were three years old at day care.

I have the best technology, the latest of everything, T.V, MacBook, iPhone, iPod. The is nothing I want for. I have the blessing of nearly photographic memory, I can only remember pictures clearly not words so when I study I draw little pictures. Weird.

But, there is one thing, actually person, that I want, that I crave like nothing before. Tatiana Thompson. She is perfect in my eyes. She is strong, independent, confident, courageous, sexy and brutally honest.

She has been on my mind from the moment I saw her. I remember every detail of that moment. It was Freshman year in high school and I was a nervous wreck because I was late for my first day at school. The hallways were quiet and as always I was lost. So I went to the library.

She was there, when I opened the library door she looked up from her book and then it happened. My heart raced, the heat in the room increase, the air got knocked out of my lungs by some invisible force, and my palms got sweaty.

Her captivating eyes drew me in. The sheer beauty of her locked me in and I never resisted. I could see her attire from where I was standing, a red polka dot halter top neatly tucked into matching shots. The red and white classic Jordan's tucked under her chair. Her face looked angelic, red lips and no other make-up that I could see. Her hair was left in wild light brown curls.

Her tempting caramel brown skin reflect the light the lights emitted. Her eyes though, were a shock, she had one grey eye and one half grey- half blue eye. Beautiful right.

I know, I know, I must have looked like an idiot. That might be why her first words to me ever were, "Are ya looking for someone cause you're kinda freaking me out here bruh."

Those words I will never forget because she said them to me. I love a girl who knows I exist but could not care less.

And truth be told I only dated Monica because it seem like the right thing to do, and everyone was put pressure on me.

Peer-pressure is a Møtherfxcker.

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Good morning to you all brainwashed seniors. Well you all know the protocol, Sara will take register and I will sit here and pretend to be working while I watch porn, cool? I don't give two shits." Mr Jackson said to us. He doesn't give a damn about whether you like him or not, but he is a good teacher.