October 5th, 2002.
Dear Marilyn,
I had a very strange but amazing day today and to be honest with you Maz, even now as I sit here writing this, I just can't stop smiling :) and also can't quite believe my luck .
Something very annoying happened, which quickly turned right on it's head, into something absolutely brilliant. Let me try and explain...
Very sadly, we got told by our head of year today, that our lovely music teacher, Mr. Baker has been taken ill. This means that unfortunately, he will now no longer be teaching us for our final year of GCSE music and as a result of this, the two separate music classes have been combined into one big class for the remainder of the school year, with immediate effect.
This is so terrible, that I can't even begin to explain to you, how it made me feel.
It's so disruptive, so unnerving and just so unfair! I know Mr. Baker's ill, but you build a relationship with your teachers don't you and for them to be taken away when it really matters, just really sucks! I can't believe it!
I can hear you say how selfish I am Maz and I know you're right and I really do wish him a speedy recovery. It's just I really don't need this right now. Not on top of Mum and Dad. I need everything else to be easy for me.
Anyway, I immediately went into full on sulk mode Maz! You know what I get like when things are sprung on me. I don't like surprises! But I just couldn't help myself. Face of thunder was on, pouty bottom lip was out, eyebrows were raised to the gods and then suddenly out of nowhere, a ray of light shone down on me from heaven above.
As our new class members started filing into the room one by one and taking up the seats which had been empty since the start of the new school year, so did Malik.
He cut in front, across and through people, making sure he was first getting to the seat next to me and then with a cheeky grin, Malik promptly plonked himself down with an 'Alright Bailey?'.
I'd never been this close to him before and boy did he smell good.
His skin was a classic English rose colour with some gorgeous freckles spattered here and there. His eyes were green and kind and when he looked at me, I felt like he was looking deep into my soul. His hair was brown, styled up off of his forehead with a natural surfer boy swag. His smile was wide with nice lips that you imagined would be soft to the touch and he was also tall, broad and muscular. One of the finest specimens in our year, Malik was and who did he want to sit next to? Me.
I couldn't help but let this boost my teenage ego and although the inside of my stomach was doing back flips and my heart was pounding out of my chest, I replied, 'Alright Malik?'.
I'm not sure what the rest of today's lesson was about Marilyn, because I spent the rest of the time after that moment, wondering what Malik looked like under his school shirt. I know he does tai-chi and other forms of martial arts, so he is bound to be nicely ripped and I separately began wondering if dreams really do come true?
What do you think Marilyn? Actually, don't answer that. Just let me drift off to sleep with these thoughts of him filling my mind. Even if only for tonight.
Bailey x
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