Mr.Clifford

Ms.First Day

Kaylas P.O.V

I woke up at 5:00am and got ready for my first day of collage.

I put on a white shirt with a red plaid shirt over it, pulled on some ripped skinny jeans and a pair of black vans.(outfit on side)

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair and put a little makup on. I grab my bookbag and phone and rush out the door with 20 minutes to spare, luckly I only live 15 minutes away.

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I get to the class and find my friend jade. Theres already people there and jade saved me a seat, but I dont see my teacher anywhere.

"Hey jade" I said walking over and siting next to her in the front row.

"Hey, you look cute." She said looking at my new plaid shirt.

"Thanks" "wheres the teacher at? Hes going to be late." I said to her looking around the room.

"Our teacher is right there.." she said pointing to a man, couldnt be older than 20, wearing a black V-neck with black ripped jeans.

"He is young, I didn't expect that.." I said.

Once the seats filled up he stood in the front of the room and began talking "hello class, im Mr.Clifford but call me Michael caues I dont want to sound old. This is journalism, so if you dont want to do any writing.. get out." He said as 2 students stood up and walked out.

"What ashamed, so can anyone tell me what this class is about?" He said as nobodyb raised there hand.

"You. Whats your name?" He said pointing at me.

"Erm.. kayla holt." I said nervously

"Okay erm Kayla Holt.. what is journalism?" He said mocking me.

"Im not.. uhh..exactly sure how to put it.. you write" I said quickly stuttering in between words.

"Couldn't have said it better, now I want you to get out you notebooks and write down what the word hope means to you." He said smiling at me.

I took out my note book and began writing.
Kayla Holt. 10/25/14
H.o.p.e
To me it means hold on pain ends. You need to be patient.
I dont know. Pain wont last forever. It may feel like decades but it ends. Iv experienced my fair share of pain, its not fun, I wasnt happy but it has gotten better.

I stoped writing right as the teacher began to speak. "When your done with this I want you to put your name/date on it, turn it in and leave.

As people started pileing out of the class I stayed in my seat waiting for everyone to leave.

I stood up when it was only me and him and walked over to him.

"Mr.Clifford can I have a copy of the syllabus?" I asked him

"I dont have one.. I dont like planing in advace, sorry kira."

He said with a smirk on his face.

" your new at teaching arent you? This isnt right, this class is way too short anyway."

"Calm down kira, and yes this is my first year." He said still smirking

"Its Kayla not kira." I said slapping the paper on his desk and walking out of the classroom.

(A/N: Sorry for sutch a short chapter but im really busy rn. So what do you think?) Skylar Tomlinson xx