You were a lonely high school girl who was forced to take personal finance. You hated it. However, when you laid your eyes on him for the first time, you were immediately in love. After a couple months of keeping these emotions trapped inside, you d...
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You sat up out of bed, a cold bead of sweat running down your cheek. The room was pitch black. The musty smell of the damp basement flooded through your nostrils. You let out a huff of breath, and collapsed back in your bed, feeling the bare mattress scratch against your skin, 'just another nightmare,' you thought. This was a daily occurrence for you, but it always made you break out in a cold sweat, shaking and crying. You sat in the basement until your parents turned the lights on, allowing you to come out and letting you get ready for school. While you waited, your mind wandered to the new class that was starting today. Financial literacy. You didn't understand why in was required to take that God forsaken class. You fought tooth and nail to get taken out of that class, but no matter how hard you fought, they still forced you to take it. All of a sudden, there was a burst of light, and it forced your eyes to close because of how bright it was. After your eyes adjusted you heard your mother yelling at you to get ready for school. You forced yourself out of bed, wishing you could just crawl back into bed forever. Your parents aren't like other parents. They are very abusive and lock you in the basement days on end, even school days if they feel you've been extra bad. You get dressed in a long black sweater and black skinny jeans that have holes in the knees, and some pastel blue converse. You grab your backpack, and head up stairs. Your nostrils are greeted with a strong scent of alcohol. You knew that this day wasn't gonna end pretty. You grab an apple, and sneakily make it to the front door without being caught by your parents.
The school day has gone by pretty quick so far, but now its time for your final class. Financial Literacy. You sigh dramatically, wishing you could just leave already. But then again, nothing can be worse than what you have to deal with at home.
You enter the classroom setting your backpack on one of the seats next to you, knowing fully well that no one will want to sit next to you. In front of you is a Mac computer, and the teacher is in front of the class with a little podium to put her stuff on it, a white board behind her. There's a projector hanging from the ceiling, and some posters on the wall that talk about financial literacy.
The room begins to fill up with students, and you just sit quietly at your seat waiting for class to begin.
The start of class is the teacher having you log in and start a pre-test for this course. 'Great, this is already super boring,' you think as you start your pre-test
When you finish 5 minutes later, you submit your test, and wait for the others to finish. After 10 minutes of testing, everyone has finished. And that's when it happens. Your teacher pulls up the lecture that is projected on the white board, and that's when you see his face.
Dave Ramsey
His smile could light up the darkest room, his personality could cure cancer, his balding head could attract any satellite in our universe. To put it simply. . .
