Disclamier: I don't own Lily Evans but the setting, plot, and other characters are mine.

A/N: Enjoy and tell me in your review what you think about the next chapter.


Chapter 1:

"Lilian? Lilian? Lilian!" Mrs. Connelly snapped at a student in the front corner of the classroom. A chaotic auburn bun was piled on top of a student's freckle-covered face. Although, physically she was sitting in an antique desk, her eyes implied that her mind was else wise. They flirted and played with the outside landscaping. All the while, Lily had a hopeful, almost dreamy, look on her face.

"Lil-i-an!" Mrs. Connelly screeched, crying for attention. Without warning she rapped a ruler violently on Lily's desk.

Lily snapped out of her wary state, fully viligrant, but startled. "Ahh . . . err . . . yes, Mrs. Connelly?" She managed to get out, flustered.

"Can you please tell the class what you were dreaming about?"

"Evans . . . loves . . . Blake," A girl from the back of the room announced, trying, with little effort, to conceal it within a cough. The whole class laughed, everyone, except Lily, for some reasons all the jokes never appealed funny to her.

"That's quite enough Amy!" Mrs. Connelly demanded. Then she turned back to Lily, who was slowly-but-surly trying to slip under her desk.

"Apparently," Mrs. Connelly began to droan on, "my teaching bores you so much, Miss Evans, that you would rather dream wastefully than receive a proper education. Maybe you think teaching is an easy job, so easy in fact, that you already know everything that the teacher has to offer. If that's the case than why don't you try teaching?"

Lilian's eyes became unhumanly large. The only she hated more than being singled out was to be forced to speak in front of a crowd. "No, no it's okay. It really is. You're a much better teacher than I could ever be."

"Kiss . . . up," a familiar voice from the back coughed, following by more laughing. Ignoring Amy's comment, Mrs. Connelly continued to press the matter. "Come up here, Lilian," she order. Then she looked over her librain-styled glasses and added sternly, "Now." The class began cheering, obviously enjoying seeing Lily humiliated.

Assuming defeat, Lily got out of her seat and began walking toward the blackboard. She was so preoccupied with being worried and trying to figure out what to say that she didn't realize her shoelaces were untied. She picked her foot up to take the interminable march to the blackboard, and landed with a thug. A whistle came from a back group of boys. Quickly, Lily turned around to find that her plaid skirt had flown up during the fall. She quickly tugged her skirt back into place and looked across the room to a brown hair, blue-eyed boy. He was chuckling, like the rest of the class. The one person she cared about in the school was laughing at her. Lily was shocked and became on the verge of tears.

This was too much, quickly she got up, and ran out of the room with her hand in her hands. Lily pried the door open and disappeared silently from the fireworks Mrs. Connelly set off in attempt to make Lily return. The auburn haired girl spirting and stumbled , until she got into the girls' bathroom. Lily was relieved to see that it was empty.

Outside the girls' bathroom, sobs could be heard by an embarrassed sixth-grader who silently promised, "Last day of Elementary School. Last day of misery. At all costs.."


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