Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 9

I don't own Phantom of the Opera.

Elyza

The rest of my classes seemed to drag by, but finally, it was time to go home. I was so nervous as I was walking to my car, that I kept dropping my keys while I was trying to unlock the door. When I finally unlocked the car and was inside, my mind kept racing to that man. That strangely, beautiful man. I soon decided that tomorrow, I would apologise for my actions, and hopefully, everything will be fine. I nodded and took a deep breath before driving off, focusing on the road instead of him. With great difficulty.
Erik

Even as the school day drew to a close, I could not contain my equilibrium. I could not stop thinking about Ms. Reagan. I knew that she meant nothing more than a friendly gesture, but then again, I never received friendly gestures. This was the happiest I had ever been. A rare smile tugged at my lips. I realised that I had to finish grading everyone's art projects and papers with a sigh. I would much rather be at home, playing my piano or painting freely. Not here. But, I didn't have a choice. So, I continued my work, my mind wandering every so often. I was afraid too. If any of the staff or if the principal found out, I would be done for...