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anew.
    The final bell to get to class rang
loudly.
    Just as the chime died Connor heard the
classroom door open. Here we go again,
someone new to laugh at me for their expense!
    This was the first day Connor
met her .
     
     
     
     
     
School and Life
     
    When she walked behind the desk Connor
realized this stunning creature has to be the new teacher Mark
spoke of earlier this morning, but she looked more like a student.
But there was something about her sent his instinct off.
    Connor tore his eyes away from her so
he continued to blandly stare outside, but unfortunately he got
a very good look at her. She
stood far shorter than he, barely five foot at most. She could be
about the same height as Kara if not slightly shorter, by his
initial guess. Her figure was obviously petite with a heart shaped
face and perfect porcelain skin. She looks about to be in her late
teens or early twenties and has a flawless complexion. Long, silky
brown hair flowed down to the small of her back. The hair looked
thick and held only the slightest touch of natural curls, but she
kept her hair loose. Her long hair reminded him of healthy,
nutritious earth . What really
caught his eye in that single moment he looked upon her were those
knowledgeable emerald green eyes. It’s the color of
life and also his favorite color .
    As he continued to stare out the window,
hoping to find the playful creatures again, Mark sharply elbowed
Connor’s in the ribs. He felt surprised that Mark didn’t hurt
himself to gain his attention. Connor casually turned to look at
him and he heard something unexpected. “Look at this new teacher;
she is as bland and plain as the wallpaper. Talk about giving your
hopes up.” He said in a very quiet voice that only Connor could
possibly hear. And Mark’s eyes were hiding something else as he
looked upon her… or did Connor imagine it? Mark’s eyes must be
playing tricks again.
    Connor looked at him fully, but didn’t
say anything. Inside his head it was a different matter. “Who are you talking about? Not the new teacher?
Why would you say that about her? She’s perfect! I just wish I was
older and braver to ask her out on a date one day…Dream on…” He shook his head to clear out the random thoughts growing
out of control.
    She then wrote her name on the board. Ms.
Sarah Branderson
    Connor had to look away from her again
because he could feel something in the air, energy? drawing him in. And finally she
spoke.
    “Hello everyone I’m your new history
teacher, Ms. Sarah.” She had a very feminine and velvety voice. She
is also quite soft spoken. “Where in the
world did I hear her voice from? ... Wait! Is she my new
neighbor?” She went on saying “This is my first time
teaching so bear with me if I make a mistake.” Her tone and the
sudden shift of her eyes spoke otherwise. “Why are you lying?” But Connor remained quiet.
Sometimes catching someone in a lie and confronting them about it
was the worst thing a person could do. She ended her introduction
with a question “Since this is a history class and time is always a
factor and constantly moving forward, adding that much more to our
histories. How do you personally tell time?”
    Connor assumed the class looked around at
each other in confusion. Some of the talkers went silent while some
chairs grated on the floor as the person it supported tried finding
a comfortable position. Mathew, who is also in class, answered
first. “ You mean like a clock?” She nodded her head approvingly
when Connor caught her vague reflection on the glass. Why, even
when he tried looking for the squirrels, did his eyes seek hers,
even in a reflection? She went on and calmly, asking every student
how they tell time. Some said their TV, her watch, his calendar,
computer, cell phone and so on.
    Connor could hear her steps and even they
were perfect.
    Mark then answered her with “My
Tablet!” as he pilled it out, fully displaying the time boldly
across the screen which