Kryptonite.
1.
"Mrs. Jones, would you like to inform the rest of the class what you are giggiling about?" My head shot up as I heard my name. Mrs. Fitz was staring at my angrily, as always, and everyone else had smug looks in their faces. It occured to me then that everyone had heard my laughing hysterically at the book I had been reading instead of paying attention to my Teachers lecture.
"Oh, Nothing, Mrs. Fitz. I'm sorry." I nearly yelled at her. She had interrupted me as much as I had interrupted her. Jeez.
"it would be in your best interest to pay attention in my class. You cannot afford to fail this course," Everything she said to me was snippy. It may just be the fact that she is an 100 year old british women.... I heard muffled laughter as everyone in the class slowly figured out that I was faiing. I have never understood the reasoning behind taking English as a class. Everyone already knew how to speak. Mrs. Fitz finally returned to lecturing the class on something I cared nothing about. I looked out the window, it was such a beautiful day here in London. Why must we come to school on days like this, it was practically torture. It was Spring, so the flowers and trees were in bloom. Sometimes I wish I were born here, then I realise I probably wouldn't enjoy it as much. Everyone I had ever talked to about the states had said something along the lines of, "Oh My GAWD! I want to visit there one day!" for resons I will never understand. I had been living in London since I was 16, you figure that I would be used to it by now. I wasn't. I could walk down the same streets everyday and never get tired of what I saw. There is no getting used to Londons beauty. I was knocked out of my daydream by the bell. I jumped out of my desk and pratically ran from the room. As I was coming out of the class I ran into a boy who had been hustleing out of school almost as quickly as I. Awkwardly I looked up to see he had bright green eyes. The kind of eyes that made you want to trust someone, or fall in love.
"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have been rushing! " I mumbled.
"Tis o'right, love. Didn't hurt much at all." He said in a husky british accent. I smiled, most likely looking stupid, as he winked and turned briskly to walk down the hallway in the direction of the doors. I love you, i though to myself. As I came back to reality I saw the beautiful eyed boy turn to look at me as he was opening the doors to leave. His actions caused me to drop my books into the hallway. I looked back up from my scattered belongings to find that he was gone. My heart dropped. How unfortunate. He was the most handsome boy I had ever seen and I had had the pleasure of running into his bod. I just wanted to see his face one more time. I bent over to pick up my things as a girl briskly walked past me causing my things to scurry across the hallway.
"Watch out, Slag!" She bitched.
Oh, how I loved highschool!
"Oh, Nothing, Mrs. Fitz. I'm sorry." I nearly yelled at her. She had interrupted me as much as I had interrupted her. Jeez.
"it would be in your best interest to pay attention in my class. You cannot afford to fail this course," Everything she said to me was snippy. It may just be the fact that she is an 100 year old british women.... I heard muffled laughter as everyone in the class slowly figured out that I was faiing. I have never understood the reasoning behind taking English as a class. Everyone already knew how to speak. Mrs. Fitz finally returned to lecturing the class on something I cared nothing about. I looked out the window, it was such a beautiful day here in London. Why must we come to school on days like this, it was practically torture. It was Spring, so the flowers and trees were in bloom. Sometimes I wish I were born here, then I realise I probably wouldn't enjoy it as much. Everyone I had ever talked to about the states had said something along the lines of, "Oh My GAWD! I want to visit there one day!" for resons I will never understand. I had been living in London since I was 16, you figure that I would be used to it by now. I wasn't. I could walk down the same streets everyday and never get tired of what I saw. There is no getting used to Londons beauty. I was knocked out of my daydream by the bell. I jumped out of my desk and pratically ran from the room. As I was coming out of the class I ran into a boy who had been hustleing out of school almost as quickly as I. Awkwardly I looked up to see he had bright green eyes. The kind of eyes that made you want to trust someone, or fall in love.
"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have been rushing! " I mumbled.
"Tis o'right, love. Didn't hurt much at all." He said in a husky british accent. I smiled, most likely looking stupid, as he winked and turned briskly to walk down the hallway in the direction of the doors. I love you, i though to myself. As I came back to reality I saw the beautiful eyed boy turn to look at me as he was opening the doors to leave. His actions caused me to drop my books into the hallway. I looked back up from my scattered belongings to find that he was gone. My heart dropped. How unfortunate. He was the most handsome boy I had ever seen and I had had the pleasure of running into his bod. I just wanted to see his face one more time. I bent over to pick up my things as a girl briskly walked past me causing my things to scurry across the hallway.
"Watch out, Slag!" She bitched.
Oh, how I loved highschool!
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12/30/12