A series of journal entries telling how they met, how they fell in love, how they fell apart, how she fell apart, how history has a way of repeating itself, and how all good things come to an end.
September 20th, 2010.
I met the most intriguing man in English today.
I was in the middle of writing down the most recent assignment on the board when I noticed him lingering at the doorway. Though he was without a doubt one of the most attractive people I've ever seen in my life, that wasn't what drew me to him.
It was the fact that he looked so nervous as he entered the mass of teenagers, constantly running his hands through his hair and twiddling his fingers.
I didn't have a chance to observe him for long before Mr. Anderson called to him.
"Edward, you've finally arrived." He said, beckoning to him with the dry erase marker he held in his hand. "Come to the front of the class and I'll introduce you.
The man, Edward, strode to the front of the room, coming to a stop at Mr. Anderson's side.
He towered over Mr. Anderson's 5'10 frame, making me realize he was about 6'3. He stood with an air of confidence but his eyes gave away his fear.
"What is he so nervous about?" I wondered.
"Class," Mr. Anderson's deep voice filled the stuffy room."This is Edward Masen. He's a freshman at University of Washington. Mr. Masen has the desire to become an English teacher. From now until December, Mr. Masen will be my teaching assistant. Any questions?"
Silence greeted Mr. Anderson and he smiled, glad that everyone understood. The end of my pen found its way to my lips as I studied this Mr. Masen.
He was very intriguing to look at. Throughout my travels, never before had I found someone who's features appealed to me so much.
His hair was the strangest shade of red I had ever seen. It was almost a bronze sort of color, reminding me of a newly minted penny. It was sticking up in the front from him fiddling with it. His eyes, which kept flitting around the room, were the most stricking shade of green, almost the exact color of a ripe granny smith apple.
With his pale skin and tall stature, accompanied with his good looks, this man could have a career as a model. But instead he chose to be an English teacher, which I suppose you could look at as admirable.
The eyes I'd been wondering about suddenly snapped to me, narrowing slightly as he was me watching him. My face burned as I dropped my head and scribbled furiously on my paper.
"Fantastic." I thought dryly. "Now he'll probably think that he has to worry about a stupid junior having a crush on him."
I continued to stare at my paper, cursing my curiosity that always seemed to find a way to get me into trouble. After a few minutes had passed, I allowed myself to look up. Thankfully, his attention was focused elsewhere as he sat at a desk in a corner of the room, looking through papers.
The rest of the period passed painfully slow. I did my best to focus on Mr. Anderson, not wanting to feel the embarrassment of being caught spying again. But a few times I couldn't help it and my eyes drifted over to Edward.
Most of the time he was staring at the papers in deep concentration, red pen in hand as he helped to grade the few assignments we'd had so far this year.
But one time when I tested the fates by looking over, much to my surprise, Edward was already looking at me. Our eyes met and we stared at each other, neither of us knowing what to do. I was the first to break eye contact, pulling out a book from my bag and proceeding to ignore him for the rest of the hour.
I've got a feeling that it's going to be an interesting year.
I'll write more later.
Bella x
Author's Note: Hello! If you've taken the time to read this, thanks a lot! I really appreciate it. I'd also really appreciate if you left a review. I should be putting up the second entry sometime today. Until then, Au revoir!
