Ok this is an attempt at an idea I have had for a while. I hope you all
enjoy. Comments welcome. Also my characters may seem immature for there
ages, but they are basically only immature around each other. Enjoy.
The Teacher
Chapter One
"Now class I want you all to summarise pages 96 to 98 by Monday. Dismissed."
The class gradually got up and made there way for the door. Once the class had left, the teacher walked back to his desk and shuffled his papers into a pile. Walking around the classroom he picked up various items that the class had left on the floor. After picking up his seventh paper aeroplane, a voice echoed in the room.
"You know, we do have cleaners for that." The voice inquired. The man on the floor smiled as he recognized the voice.
"Well consider it as helping them." He replied back.
"Mr. Green leave the rest, it is their job after all." The female voice suggested.
Mr. Green stood from his crouched position. Staring at the female in the entranceway he began to make his way to her.
"I suppose your right." He said as he approached her. Grabbing his suitcase he made his way to the staff common room with the female.
Mr. Green sat down in the couch, whilst the female made two cups of coffee.
"Do you want yours strong?" she asked.
"No more then usual." He replied back.
"Might I suggest you have it strong, you do have the 8th grade next period." she said turning to face him. The man smiled knowingly.
"Have you been reading my timetable Miss. Wood?" he questioned.
The so-called Miss. Wood blushed as she turned and went to finish the cups of coffee.
"Only for reference." She muttered as she handed the cup to Mr. Green.
"Oh I'm sure it was in the name of music." He suggested.
"Well.yes it was." Miss. Wood replied.
"Interesting."
"What is?" she asked.
"Well me being an ancient history teacher and you being a music teacher" he began. "And you use our common-room."
"You have the good coffee here." she confessed.
"Yes I'm sure that's the reason." he said with an ironic tone.
"You are not the only reason I tend to have my lunches in here, Mr. Green."
"Miss. Wood, stop with the formalities, I'm Andrew around here." He said gesturing to the surrounding common room.
"Yes I know." She muttered.
The sat in silence and drank there coffee. Mere moments of silence, Andrew began to start a conversation, but was interrupted as Miss. Wood began.
"Well Andrew, I must be off." She confirmed as the bell went.
"But I do believe you have this period off." He inquired knowingly.
"Now who has been reading others timetables?" she asked smiling.
"Why don't you stay." He asked trying to hide a blush at her previous suggestion.
"I could but I have work to do, and beside you have a class to teach."
"I suppose I will see you after school then?" he asked as she turned and began to leave.
"Yeah I suppose." She replied as she left to go to her classroom.
Andrew Green stood still pondering his thoughts. He had the last period of the day of and if he did recall, so did she.
It was decided he would visit her in the music room once he finished his lesson.
The warning bell suddenly rang for class and he quickly dashed for his class.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was 10 minutes prier to the end of the lesson and Andrew Green was anxious for it to finish.
Was that a sweat breaking loose as he thought of seeing the lovely Miss. Wood?
Andrew Green was a man desired by many. He always seemed to have a female 'friend' whenever he went out. He was still rather young in his teaching career, barely only 25. Although he had a tendency to be admired by the female population of the school, he ignored the status and befriended very few.
There was but a certain female that had a rather majestic aura, which allowed him to relate to her in many ways. The music teachers was like him, she was young barely only 24 and like him, the opposed gender population of the school seeked her attention in numbers.
But he didn't know what intrigued him to the point of him seeking her out. Yes, they were good friends and yes they did work together, for two years now. They talked to each other as often as possible, they even had there own little arguments over certain topics. But with each little act or brush or gesture the pair spent together, the more infatuated they became for the other.
Although they spent time together they never associated out of the school grounds. They never spent more then a recess or lunchtime getting to know the other. It was weird, it seemed they were afraid of the other.
"Now class I want you to read pages 22 to 24 and summarise how Cleopatra deceived those around her. I want it handed in on Monday and no less then 500 words.. Dismissed." The class all groaned at the weekend homework and filed out of the classroom.
Andrew cleaned his desk and shuffled his papers. Placing them into his suitcase he left the class, locked the door and made his way to the music room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Evalyn Wood paced back and forth in her classroom she was trying to finish the poem she had been working on for months. Singing the poem to herself she continued in her thoughts.
A mind is that which overmines, that of those before,
It convinces and deceives those we can't ignore.
I once deceived, I once forgot, I once gave up all hope.
Back then I had a weary heart, a heart that was not lead by a cause
A mind can cause destruction, a mind can cause pain, a mind can conquer the impossible and still have thoughts to remain.
Although it may seem an endless task, hope continues to prevail.
Because at the end of that weary tunnel a lovers embrace sets sail.
A mind can cause the impossible, a mind can cause doubt, a mind can depict the thoughts, that allows us not to....
Evalyn was startled out of her thoughts as a knock echoed in the large classroom. Turning with a slight blush at been caught she stared at the intruder. A tall man stood in the doorframe, startling blue eyes met hers outlined by the fairest face her eyes had seen, outlining the pale elegant face was an graceful mass of blond hair which fell past the mans shoulders, tied by a piece of leather at the back.
"Why Andrew, whatever are you doing here?" she questioned the man at the doorway.
"Well I came to see you of course." He replied.
"Whatever for?"
"That was lovely singing, did you make up that poem yourself Miss. Wood?" He asked abruptly changing the subject.
"Thankyou, and yes I did make up that poem, although it's not that good."
"What do you mean, it was excellent, Miss. Wood."
"Andrew, you can drop the formalities, I did." She said as she moved to her desk.
"Evalyn what are you doing this evening?" he asked.
"Nothing, why?"
"Well I was wandering if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight?" he asked nervously.
"You mean on a date?" she inquired.
"Well in a way, yeah."
"I would love to. When would you pick me up?"
"Is seven alright?" he asked.
"Fine, I live at 23 Cherrygrew Ave." she said, Andrew smiled knowingly as he left to make plans for that evening.
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I hope you all like that chapter. Please review.
Urebriviel
The Teacher
Chapter One
"Now class I want you all to summarise pages 96 to 98 by Monday. Dismissed."
The class gradually got up and made there way for the door. Once the class had left, the teacher walked back to his desk and shuffled his papers into a pile. Walking around the classroom he picked up various items that the class had left on the floor. After picking up his seventh paper aeroplane, a voice echoed in the room.
"You know, we do have cleaners for that." The voice inquired. The man on the floor smiled as he recognized the voice.
"Well consider it as helping them." He replied back.
"Mr. Green leave the rest, it is their job after all." The female voice suggested.
Mr. Green stood from his crouched position. Staring at the female in the entranceway he began to make his way to her.
"I suppose your right." He said as he approached her. Grabbing his suitcase he made his way to the staff common room with the female.
Mr. Green sat down in the couch, whilst the female made two cups of coffee.
"Do you want yours strong?" she asked.
"No more then usual." He replied back.
"Might I suggest you have it strong, you do have the 8th grade next period." she said turning to face him. The man smiled knowingly.
"Have you been reading my timetable Miss. Wood?" he questioned.
The so-called Miss. Wood blushed as she turned and went to finish the cups of coffee.
"Only for reference." She muttered as she handed the cup to Mr. Green.
"Oh I'm sure it was in the name of music." He suggested.
"Well.yes it was." Miss. Wood replied.
"Interesting."
"What is?" she asked.
"Well me being an ancient history teacher and you being a music teacher" he began. "And you use our common-room."
"You have the good coffee here." she confessed.
"Yes I'm sure that's the reason." he said with an ironic tone.
"You are not the only reason I tend to have my lunches in here, Mr. Green."
"Miss. Wood, stop with the formalities, I'm Andrew around here." He said gesturing to the surrounding common room.
"Yes I know." She muttered.
The sat in silence and drank there coffee. Mere moments of silence, Andrew began to start a conversation, but was interrupted as Miss. Wood began.
"Well Andrew, I must be off." She confirmed as the bell went.
"But I do believe you have this period off." He inquired knowingly.
"Now who has been reading others timetables?" she asked smiling.
"Why don't you stay." He asked trying to hide a blush at her previous suggestion.
"I could but I have work to do, and beside you have a class to teach."
"I suppose I will see you after school then?" he asked as she turned and began to leave.
"Yeah I suppose." She replied as she left to go to her classroom.
Andrew Green stood still pondering his thoughts. He had the last period of the day of and if he did recall, so did she.
It was decided he would visit her in the music room once he finished his lesson.
The warning bell suddenly rang for class and he quickly dashed for his class.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was 10 minutes prier to the end of the lesson and Andrew Green was anxious for it to finish.
Was that a sweat breaking loose as he thought of seeing the lovely Miss. Wood?
Andrew Green was a man desired by many. He always seemed to have a female 'friend' whenever he went out. He was still rather young in his teaching career, barely only 25. Although he had a tendency to be admired by the female population of the school, he ignored the status and befriended very few.
There was but a certain female that had a rather majestic aura, which allowed him to relate to her in many ways. The music teachers was like him, she was young barely only 24 and like him, the opposed gender population of the school seeked her attention in numbers.
But he didn't know what intrigued him to the point of him seeking her out. Yes, they were good friends and yes they did work together, for two years now. They talked to each other as often as possible, they even had there own little arguments over certain topics. But with each little act or brush or gesture the pair spent together, the more infatuated they became for the other.
Although they spent time together they never associated out of the school grounds. They never spent more then a recess or lunchtime getting to know the other. It was weird, it seemed they were afraid of the other.
"Now class I want you to read pages 22 to 24 and summarise how Cleopatra deceived those around her. I want it handed in on Monday and no less then 500 words.. Dismissed." The class all groaned at the weekend homework and filed out of the classroom.
Andrew cleaned his desk and shuffled his papers. Placing them into his suitcase he left the class, locked the door and made his way to the music room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Evalyn Wood paced back and forth in her classroom she was trying to finish the poem she had been working on for months. Singing the poem to herself she continued in her thoughts.
A mind is that which overmines, that of those before,
It convinces and deceives those we can't ignore.
I once deceived, I once forgot, I once gave up all hope.
Back then I had a weary heart, a heart that was not lead by a cause
A mind can cause destruction, a mind can cause pain, a mind can conquer the impossible and still have thoughts to remain.
Although it may seem an endless task, hope continues to prevail.
Because at the end of that weary tunnel a lovers embrace sets sail.
A mind can cause the impossible, a mind can cause doubt, a mind can depict the thoughts, that allows us not to....
Evalyn was startled out of her thoughts as a knock echoed in the large classroom. Turning with a slight blush at been caught she stared at the intruder. A tall man stood in the doorframe, startling blue eyes met hers outlined by the fairest face her eyes had seen, outlining the pale elegant face was an graceful mass of blond hair which fell past the mans shoulders, tied by a piece of leather at the back.
"Why Andrew, whatever are you doing here?" she questioned the man at the doorway.
"Well I came to see you of course." He replied.
"Whatever for?"
"That was lovely singing, did you make up that poem yourself Miss. Wood?" He asked abruptly changing the subject.
"Thankyou, and yes I did make up that poem, although it's not that good."
"What do you mean, it was excellent, Miss. Wood."
"Andrew, you can drop the formalities, I did." She said as she moved to her desk.
"Evalyn what are you doing this evening?" he asked.
"Nothing, why?"
"Well I was wandering if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight?" he asked nervously.
"You mean on a date?" she inquired.
"Well in a way, yeah."
"I would love to. When would you pick me up?"
"Is seven alright?" he asked.
"Fine, I live at 23 Cherrygrew Ave." she said, Andrew smiled knowingly as he left to make plans for that evening.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope you all like that chapter. Please review.
Urebriviel
