She's so beautiful.. I thought as I passed her in the hall way as she talked to some friends.. She was a sixteen year old tanned beauty of 5'4" with gorgeous curves and a generous chest.. Long wavy dark hair and chocolate brown eyes.. Her hips had the most beautiful curve to them.. She was just lovely in every physical aspect... Her attitude and personality stunk though.. She never cooperated and she complained about the work I assigned.. She would always scream and shout but then she'd act so cute.. I just don't get it..
"Victoria Michelle Mancham.. Late again." I frowned at her as she entered my private work room.
"Sorry Arthur James Kirkland." She said, mocking my British accent.
"Must I give you a detention?.. Another one, eh?" I said.
"Do what you wish, I don't care." Said the spunky islander as she lay down her books and began working on student enrollment forms.
"Hmph... Your hand writing is so sloppy.. And you need to sit up straight!.." I shouted before straightening her out.
We continued on and on with the god forsaken paper work, but it never seemed to end. I didn't want to stay all night so it seemed this was the only solution..
"You're coming to my house to finish your work and home work." I said, crossing my arms.
"But I don't want to...!" She whined.
"Too bad, I own you." I said, giving a little tug to the red dog collar around her neck. I didn't really own her.. But I was still just as responsible for her as an owner would be.
All she did was just glaring at me an intense glare. Improvement, much?
Authors note: I'm doing this story in Arthur's point of view and blazingblondemanequin is doing it from Victoria(Seychelles)'s point of view. Excuse the length of this chapter. It's more of just an intro.