Silent cries

18 year old Ava Johnson. Pale skin, blonde hair, and gray eyes that seem to hold a storm behind them.

She acts fiery and sarcastic on the outside but on the inside? She's falling apart. Living in a house with her abusive/alcoholic father who sells her body for money, all while having insomnia and still dealing with the death of her mother 8 years prior.

"I'm tired. When all I wanna do is cry, scream, throw things, and let it all out but I can't. Because it all just sits there heavy.

Heavy enough to feel like I'm moving through quick sand and drowning all at once but not heavy enough to be let out until the silence gets to be too much and that ball of emotions finally unravels in the quiet shadows when I thought that no one was watching.

But someone was watching. I just didn't notice. Or I didn't let myself notice. Because noticing would mean being seen. And I'm not ready for that. To be seen for the first time in 8 years."

27 year old Hannah Hernandez. Honey skin, dark brown hair, and eyes green enough to remind you of the forest.

She grew up in a loving home with her mom, dad and older sister, and yet with the way she acts you wouldn't guess so. She's a cold, bitchy, strict, and sarcastic no nonsense woman who can intimidate you with one perfectly raised brow and loud silence.

"I was watching her. I always was. Not in a weird way, but in a concerned, and interesting way. She walks like she's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. She acts like she's okay, tough, and untouchable but her eyes hold a different story. One of pain and sadness.

She may piss me off to no extent, and as infuriating as she is... she's also like a language I never want to stop learning."

What happens when a student who practically runs on sarcasm and attitude, and the teacher who sips overpriced coffee and can match moods run into each other?