My Red

how did we get here

I sit in my seat for English as I take down the notes in my notebook. I cannot focus on anything that Mrs. Blair is yapping about. I can only focus on one thing. Casey. The way she looked at me . Her ocean blue eyes that I could get lost in. Her smile that could light up a room. The way her gentle hands grazed my face as she fixed my beanie after pulling it down. The way her soft voice could lure me in .Her adorable childlike laughter that had the power to make me giggle. That sort of exciting yet comforting feeling that I got being with her . It had felt like life actually has meaning. The colours had turned brighter when i was with her. The most vibrant being . Red. The muted hue of her lips. Red. The colour of her scrunchie. 

 Red. The colour I knew that meant hate and repression. but now it's  the colour of passion and love. The next thing I saw was that my page had no longer contained my essay about Shakespeare and his plays . Alternately Casey's name had been sprinkled into every second word .I  was in a full state of shock . Mrs. Blair circled around our class like a hawk watching over their prey.

Mrs. Blair was a tall brown haired teacher with a posh British accent. Which is pretty obnoxious at first, but after getting used it, she's actually a nice person . She had loved me as a student. Probably because I was one of the only students that actually did her work.

I stare at the  board which contained the homework which i had scribbled down onto my planner. As the bell had rung I heard my teacher.
'Miss. Samantha Jackson, may i have a word with you?' A cold sweat had formed on my head as my heart bounced out of my chest. What did I do this time? Did she see my page? Am i in trouble?

My mind raced as i strolled to her desk trying to form the most nonchalant facial expression. 'Yes mrs. Blair ' I muttered . I was expecting her to confront me on my Shakespearean essay and the Casey incident. 'I have seen your essay on Macbeth and I wanted to ask, if i could show this as an example for my older students, would this be okay with you?'mrs blair questioned desperately .I nodded as i let out the largest sigh of relief. I had then scurried off to my history class . to my pure relief my teacher was out today. This meant sir Simon the sub was supervising us. He was an art teacher, he was laid back and didn't care if we talked. he even ordered us pizza the other day i mean we payed but still it was great.

I still couldn't stop thinking about Casey . I think of her adorable little  smile when she looks at me , her button nose and her rosy freckle covered cheeks. I check my coat pockets for change for my bus ride home.  I found a piece of paper that that wasn't there before. I open the slip of paper. 

There's this beautiful loopy handwritten note reading "hey wanna hang out later today?⭐" I had then spotted a string of numbers (which i assumed was her phone number) . It was signed by Casey. I had felt like as if i was in a dream. I was waiting for my alarm to wake me up or for my little sister to pour cold water on me but... No. It was real .I had felt my whole face turn red as i felt myself forming the most goofiest smile.

A/n woah 3 chapters already, a whole 615 words. And 43 reads I truly hope that you are enjoying my story so  far:)) , as i said in all of my previous parts im 100000 percent open to all critiques and comments .I'm open to character ideas too. :D part 4 coming very  soon!!                                       ~🍊clem aka. the person who wrote this story