So, I decided to re-write this because I thought it was pretty shitty, it's gonna be different than the other one in many ways, so I hope you like the ALL NEW; MS. RUSSO

*dream*

"Mitchie! Come down here, sweetie!" My mom called from downstairs, I heard her, but not properly because my door was shut. I leant up from my girlfriend of two months and stopped kissing her for a few minutes, She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"You're so beautiful." I breathed out, looking into her eyes. She giggled and turned a light shade of pink, before reaching up and stroking my cheek with her thumb.

"So are you, now kiss me again." She moved her hand from my cheek and pulled me back down by grabbing a fistful of my shirt in each hand. I closed my eyes and our lips met again.

I heard a loud gasp from my bedroom door, and quickly pulled away from Chloe, who's head turned to face my door and she immediately looked scared.

"Chloe, you need to leave, We need to talk to our daughter." Said my obviously angry dad. I felt her nod from underneath me and gently push up on me. I got off her and she grabbed her bag to leave, she muttered a 'bye Mitchie', before my bedroom door was closed and my parents started screaming at me. I was scared when they were angry, they'd never been angry at me before, they'd never shouted at me before, the angriest they'd ever been was when I got caught skipping school, and all they said then was something like 'Oh, Okay, well I guess you're grounded for a week, now what do you want for dinner, hon?'.

"MITCHIE TORRES! ARE YOU LISTENING TO US?!" My mom screamed at me, she obviously knew I had zoned out.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, concentrating on her words.

"What the fuck were you and her doing?!" She yelled at me, she spat 'her' as if she was a bad dog. My dad was just standing there, red faced and staring at me expectantly.

"I was… just trying it out, mom." I said, knowing that if they knew I was a lesbian, she would kill me. The one thing they said they never wanted me to be was gay, and guess what? I am.

"Bullshit! Do not lie to me!" She yelled, her hand collided with my face hard, and my eyes glazed over with water. My hand reached up to where the sore spot was and rubbed it gently. My skin was burning and I was struggling to keep the tears in.

"Mom, I… I don't know what to say… I didn't choose this, I didn't want to like girls, it just happened." I tried to explain. She didn't say anything, she just grabbed my laptop from the desk next to me and threw it at me, I ducked and it hit the wall behind me, shattering into lots of little pieces.

"You fucking dyke." She shouted as she kneed me in the stomach, hard I might add.

*End Dream*

I woke up panting heavily, sweating and shaking. I had re-lived the day my parents discovered I was gay. It was 6 months ago and the memory was still in my head like it was yesterday. I looked to the alarm clock on my nightstand, and saw that it was 5.49 am. I knew there was no point in going back to sleep, because I would be getting up in 40 minutes anyway. I sat up in my bed and ran my fingers through my hair.

I decided to go and have a shower, so I went into the bathroom, stripped off, then stepped under the hot water. I finished after about half an hour and quickly checked my naked self in the mirror, looking for any new bruises. There was only one new one, and 3 old ones. One on my stomach, another on my side, the third on my arm and the newest on my cheek.

I finished getting ready; I curled my hair after drying it, did my make-up, making sure to cover my bruise with foundation. After making sure it was completely covered, I grabbed my bag and left the house, I was glad that my parents were both still passed out on the floor, because otherwise I would surely have been hit for something, or at least yelled at.

I walked to school, it was only 5 minutes away, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw it was only 7.15; I still had 45 minutes till home-room. I walked to the tree by the teacher's car park, no other kids went there, and I always went there on my own to think about stuff. I pulled out my book and began reading it.

"Oh, Shit!" I heard from across the car-park, I looked up from my book and saw a young woman bending down to pick up a load of papers which she'd dropped. One of them had blown to where I was sitting, so I decided to help her and pick it up, it looked like a map of the school.

"Here, I think you dropped this." I said from behind her, she jumped and quickly turned round to face me.

"My god, you scared me. Thanks anyway." She said loudly, taking the papers from my hands.

"Are you a teacher or something?" I asked her, she was here to early to be a student, and she looked like she was new, so I was guessing she was a new teacher.

"Good guess, I'm taking over from Miss Burg, she's gone on maternity leave, I'm only here for a year though." Well, she seems nice, not like most of the other teachers.

"Cool." I said simply. She smiled at me and we stood in silence whilst she tried to re-organise her papers. "Do you want me to help carry some of that to the classroom?" I asked, gesturing towards the two boxes she had in the car.

"If you don't mind, that'd be great. I'm not exactly sure which classroom I'm supposed to be in, do you know which one's Miss Burgs?" I nodded and she opened her car door. I grabbed a box in each hand and lead the way to her new classroom. "This is it?" She asked, she sounded a little surprised.

"Yep, it's not the best school." I said. She giggled quietly and carried on sorting the papers.

"We've been talking for about 15 minutes and I still don't know your name." She said looking up from the papers. I smiled and remembered that I didn't know her name either.

"I'm Mitchie, You?" I asked

"Ms. Russo, but I hate being called that, it makes me think I'm one of those boring old strict teachers that kids hate, which I'm not, well, I hope I'm not. So, anyway, you can call me Alex." She said with a smile, I nodded and carried on watching her unpack her things.

She was really pretty; she had amazing lips, and a really cute nose. Her eyes were the most amazing thing on this planet, and she had a really sweet baby-face. I didn't realise that I was staring at her until she started snapping her fingers in front of my face, which caused me to stop staring at her and blink a few times.

"Mitchie? Are you okay? Do I have something in my teeth?" She asked, quickly turning round to face the mirror on the wall, checking her face.

"I… No, you don't have anything in your teeth, I just kinda spaced out a bit." I told her, she tutted and went back to unpacking the last of her things.

"Well, I hope you don't do that in my lesson, or I might have to have a talk with your parents." She said with a smile

"Something tells me that talk won't go to well." I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?" She asked, sitting on her desk.

"Nothing… erm… I better get going, I'll be late for homeroom, I'll see you later Alex!" I called as I left the classroom, avoiding the conversation I'm sure she would bring up if she had heard what I'd said.

I sat by Erin in homeroom, she's like my only friend, but I don't mind, I don't need other people, I just need Erin… and maybe a girlfriend, but that's not gonna happen any time soon. The teacher spoke about the boring Monday morning stuff, which on-one listened too, then the bell went signalling we could go to first period.

"What we got first, Mitch?" Erin asked me. I chuckled at how disorganised she was.

"Art." I said and we walked down to the classroom.

No-one was in there when we got there, it was just Alex, I knocked the door and she called us in.

"Oh, Hey, Mitchie, You're in my class?" She asked surprised. I nodded, and she carried on. "Well, take a seat." She said, We walked over to the desk in the corner and sat down, taking out our art book and a pencil.

"Who's the new chick?" Erin asked me.

"That's our teacher." I told her.

"Oh my god! You're a teacher?! You look way to young!" Erin called to Alex, who looked up from her laptop and over to us.

"Yeah, I'm Ms. Russo, but don't call me that, call me Alex." Erin nodded, and I smiled at Alex, who smiled back. The rest of the class piled in, and took seats in various places, it was only a small class, about 15 kids all together.

"Okay, I'm Ms. Russo, but to you guys I'm Alex. I'm gonna be teaching here for about a year whilst Miss Burg's off having her baby. Since I don't know anyone here, we're gonna go round the class and you're each gonna tell me a bit about yourself." She said, the class groaned loudly, but she carried on. "Let's start with…" She scanned the classroom quickly, her eyes falling on Jason, at the back. "Hang on." She said, walked up to Jason and pulled the not-very-well-hidden earphone from his ear.

"I don't mind iPods and stuff in class, but they're off whilst I'm talking, so I'll take this until the end of the lesson." She put her hand out for him to give it to her, and he slapped it into her hand grumbling under his breath, although he was too far away from me to hear. She shot him a stern look and walked to the front of the classroom.

"God, you've only taken my iPod 'cause you can't afford your own." He said so that she heard. She smirked at him and quickly looked at his iPod, flicking through his songs.

"I have an iPod touch, And no offence, but even if I couldn't afford an iPod, I wouldn't want yours, you have old crap on here, I mean, what 15 year old boy listens to Beethoven?" She asked with a smirk. The whole class burst into a fit of laughter, and Jason sunk in his seat and turned bright red.

"As I was saying, A bit about yourselves. You can start, then we'll go round the rest of the room." She said, pointing to Joe, who was sitting in the front row.

The class all said stuff about themselves, then it got to me.

"Mitchie, tell us a bit about yourself." Alex said pointing at me, I got up and swallowed hard. I knew what people said about me behind my back, I knew they would just laugh.

"I don't really wanna…" I said, sinking into my seat.

"Oh, come one, just tell us what you're into." She said happily. I nodded and stood up.

"Wait, if she said she don't wanna she don't gotta, no-one likes her anyway, no-one wants to know about her." Came a familiar voice from the desk next to ours; Chloe. She'd been a total bitch to me after my mom kicked her out the night she caught us kissing. She made everyone hate me by telling them I slept with her boyfriend, which, for the record, I didn't. No-one knew that we were together before, and I knew there was no point in telling them because they wouldn't believe me, so everyday, I put up with her shit.

"Right, what's your name?" Alex asked her.

"Chloe."

"Get out of my class." She said simply, yet strictly.

"Why?" She asked cockily, raising an eyebrow at Alex.

"There's a lot of things I'll let you kids do, I'll let you listen to music in class, I'll let you swear, I'll let you have chewing gum, and I'll let you sit with your mates and piss about with them, but there's one thing I will not tolerate, and that's bitchiness. So; there's the door, go and stand outside for the rest of my lesson." She said, which caused Chloe to get up from her desk and walk to the door, she elbowed me on the way out, but I don't think Alex saw.

"Anyway, Mitchie, go on, a bit about yourself." She said, after Chloe had slammed the door shut.