Mr East
774 Words
The first bell rang as I reached my locker, I entered my combination, and pulled it didn't open.
I tried again, pullin it harder, still nothing.
Not the greatest start to the year, throwing my hands in frustration, I headed to class.
Stomping my way down the hallway.
I was passing some girls I knew on the way, they called out to me, and I stopped despite knowing it was never anything good with these idiots.
"Hey Cassie, Your clothes shrink or did you just get fat over holidays?" I looked it was Amy, god I hated her, her friends giggle beside her.
Her friend Maxi called out next.
"Shopping are "Sluts R Us" are you? Should I look up you videos on pornhub or Schoolsluts?" Ergh, I f*****g hated them.
"f**k off Amy And Shut it Maxi Pad, only thing you absorb is idiocy." I flipped my hair, with a one finger salute.
So much for sneaking through unnoticed.
I arrived at class before everyone else, I headed straight to the back corner to my seat, I sat down as students started filing in after me.
The final bell rang, as the teacher entered the room.
I wasn't paying much attention as I doodle picture. on the first page of my note book.
I heard scuffing on the chalk board, then someone cleared their throat.
"Can I please have everyone's attention." I looked up, standing at the front of the room was a man in his late 20's or early 30's, fit and lean, around 6ft in height, he had short cropped golden hair, but his eyes were what pulled me in, he swept his gaze around the room, his ice blue eyes landing on me briefly, my heart stopped for a moment before he looked away again.
He had my full attention now, I lean on one elbow staring shamelessly, along with most of the girls in the class.
It wasn't like a teacher would mind.
"Hello all, I am your new english teacher Mr East." He spoke clearly and cheerfully, some of the girls sighed.
"I've been transferred here, to replace Mr Francis as he has taken leave for a double hip replacement, and will be off 12 months." He continued.
Everyone nodded, me with them.
"Ok that aside lets get into it, today we have a rather easy class." He's pointing to where I'm sitting, I freeze eyes wide like a deer in headlights, everyone turns to follow his finger.
"I have my projected set up, as we will be watching the movie; To kill a mockingbird, so sit back and get out your notebooks.
We have a double, so should get the whole movie knocked over, you will be tested with a quiz tomorrow and then will be assigned as essay on this movie later in the week."
Everyone nods, some groaning at the idea of an essay others cheering at watching a movie on the first day.
I relax, knowing he wasn't pointing at me.
Mr East turns back to his desk collecting some things, then passes a bag to one of the students.
"Ok everyone take one lollipop each, don't be greedy, I will pass some more around in a little while."
Everyone chatters in excitement, I'm already liking this teacher, he know whats up.
I smile back down at my notebook, completing my drawing of a winged girl reaching to the heavens as black rain falls, pooling in her hands something about getting the images out of my mind and onto paper, relaxed me.
Someone stops beside me, placing a hand on my desk, hesitantly I look up to meet Mr East's blue eyes, as he looks down at my drawing.
"May I?" Mr East gestures to my book, Blushing I nod, he picks up my book, studying my drawing, something about it clearly fascinating him then he places back on my desk.
I wait for him to tell me off but he just smiles at me.
"Wonderful drawing very detailed, something about it really calls to me, what made you draw this?" His eyes are curious.
"Sometime my hand draws these images without conscious, sometimes I see the images in my head and need to put them on paper, otherwise I feel anxious, like I might forget something important." I shrug, I sounded mental.
Mr East nodded, contemplating my answer, then he moved to the projector to start the movie,
I heard him adjust the projector and then sit down.
I didn't turn around once during the movie but I could of sworn, I felt his eyes on me for the rest of the class.
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