Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
From her reaction I’m guessing he was going overboard again, but that’s dad. When it comes to his kids he’d always go the extra mile. I guess having a heart attack and almost dying can change your perspective on things.
So, my mind was pretty much too preoccupied with other things to think about the new teacher. Though as I got ready for bed a little while later, I found myself wondering what her eyes looked like behind those glasses.
It was easy to suspect that she was pretty from what little there was of her face that wasn’t hidden behind the oversized glasses. Or at least that she had fine features with that bone structure.
Her hair was a pretty reddish blonde color and her cheekbones perfectly contoured with her forehead. All that was missing was a nice pair of blue eyes, or maybe green.
I couldn’t make out much about her body in the ugly baggie clothes that swallowed up what was obviously a petite frame. And she wasn’t even trying to make herself attractive with that messy bun on top of her head with the forgotten pencil pushed through it. So why is it that that night I went to sleep thinking about her?
I woke up the next morning and can’t say that she was on my mind, but I might have given her a fleeting thought while I got dressed. Nothing felt different when I drove to school in my truck with the windows down and music blasting.
I didn’t feel any different when I stepped onto school grounds and met up with my friends. When I was teasing and playing around with my teammates, or even throughout my classes. There was no lingering memory, nothing like my usual when I’m sexually attracted to someone.
My day went pretty much the same as all the others, until halfway through lunch when I saw someone I thought might be her heading across school grounds in the direction of the principal’s office.
It was odd, because until yesterday I’d never seen her on school grounds before. I hadn’t looked her up because I didn’t think I needed to; so had no real idea who she was.
All the principal had said was that they were bringing someone in from another school in the district to fill the spot. And since most of the teachers in our town are in their fifties, I just figured she would be too.
I watched the figure disappear and shook my head wondering why the hell I’d stood there so long watching her. I went through the rest of the day not giving her a second thought. Okay maybe one or two, but nothing major.
That evening after dinner one of the cheers called for some one on one time but for the first time, barring an injury, I begged off. She was as surprised as I was. And suddenly all I could think about was her, and the fact that I was going to see her tomorrow.
LIZ
I had one day of reprieve from seeing him in the flesh, but that did not keep my mind from wandering. I was distracted and edgy all throughout my morning classes until I couldn’t stand myself.
Just before lunch that next day I’d come to the conclusion that I had to get out of teaching that class or having anything to do with that part of the school ever again, at least while he’s still there. But I couldn’t come up with a plausible excuse to give.
I never would’ve expected me to be the type to want to break all the rules, or to even give such a thing any thought. Never imagined that my mind could go to the places that it now has without my control.
I guess it just goes to show why you shouldn’t judge. I’ve had my own opinions over the years whenever one of these teacher-student affairs appeared in the news. Always felt sure in the fact that I would never do such a thing. Now look at me.
Though the thoughts were only in my mind and hadn’t yet been manifested into anything more, they still left me feeling dirty. Like I’d committed a crime or a very serious offense at the very least.
That is why a little after noon I found myself heading to the principal’s office excuse or no excuse. I figured on the way there that I’d come up with something to tell her to get her to release me.
This was too important to ignore and there was something inside warning me that danger waited up ahead if I didn’t distance myself now. I felt both better and as if I were about to lose something.
It was very confusing but I knew the right thing to do and set out to do it. I’ll deal with the other feelings later, alone in the little cottage I call home. At least there, hidden away from everyone else, my thoughts are my own and not likely to land me in trouble of any kind. And even that felt like stepping over the line.