Saving Rose [PUBLISHED]

|CHAPTER 2| Recognizing Him for the First Time

[All Rights Reserved. Saving Rose by @PointTrueNorth]

This chapter is dedicated to @Imagine_Fangirl for being one of my biggest fans and supporters. Thanks mate! :D

A/N: Hello, my dear readers! Sorry for not updating quick enough, but I was writing and editing as quick as possible. Wattpad had this problem with the saving of a part for a book so I ended up retyping about 9 times. It was long work. But enjoy this new chapter!

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|C H A P T E R 2| Recognizing Him for the First Time

"And so, the neutrons and protons circle the nucleus in an atom and blah blah blah...".

I wasn't really listening to Mrs. Jackling, our science teacher, anymore. I had zoned out and focused my eyes on anything but her lesson and blazing outfit that hurts the eye.

"Psst!"

I tilted my head lazily to the right and saw Marisol waving her phone at me and mouthing the words 'Talk to you through texting'.

With nothing else better to do, I mouthed back the words 'Got it'.

I dug my hand into my purse and pulled out my iPhone. I kept it under my desk so that Mrs. Jackling couldn't see it and I looked up once in a while so that nothing looked suspicious.

My phone vibrated in my hand and Marisol's message popped up on the front of my screen.

'Hey, whatcha doing?'

'Nothing,' I typed back.

'Aw, that's too bad. You bored?'

'If you mean bored enough to chuck Mrs. Jackling out the window then yeah, I am.'

'LOL. Don't worry. You aren't alone. I missed half of what she said yesterday by sleeping.'

'I didn't hear anything she said yesterday.'

'Well, that's too bad. She actually said some pretty useful information yesterday for the test tomorrow.'

'What test?'

But before Marisol could reply, Mrs. Jackling's sudden stern voice boomed across the classroom, startling me and causing me to almost drop my phone.

"Ms. Fyer. May I ask what you are doing during my class?" she asked and peered over her glasses at me in that old fashion way. There was a rumor a few months ago about how Mrs. Jackling might have came from the 1900's because everything she does, including her fashion sense, is outdated. For all we know, she might be a hundred years old.

"Nothing," I replied quickly, stuffing my phone back into my purse. Mrs. Jackling didn't look very convinced.

"Are you sure, Ms. Fyer?" she pressed. "Perhaps my class is too easy for you? Maybe I need to make it more challenging."

I wanted to scream 'No, it's boring and lame as hell! Go back to where you belong! Earth is already full!'. But instead, I shook my head.

"No ma'am. I'm sorry for disturbing the class."

Mrs. Jackling sighed and set down the piece of paper that she was reading out of. She strode over to my desk and stopped directly beside me.

"Ms. Fyer," she said in a low and dangerous voice, one she use before she pounced on her victims. "This is not the first time you have rudely disrupted my class."

I didn't look up and kept my gaze glued to the carpet.

"I can't have this happening anymore," she continued. "You are keeping others from getting their knowledge. See me after class."