Jess
Just another year; just one more, then I can rid myself of this place for good. Don't get me wrong, this school isn't too bad, when you get used to all the drama, that is. Your mum being the Headteacher can be a bit annoying, not to mention embarrassing at times, but most of the time it's pretty cool, and believe it or not it has its perks too. I'd die before I ever admitted this, but it actually makes me feel safer, knowing I've got someone to watch my back and looking out for me. Even though I look tough and confident on the outside, and most of the time that is the case, there are times when I get really upset or lonely; when the only thing that will fix me and help take the pain away is a hug from my mum. She is my best friend apart from Vicki. She is the best friend I could have. I know she will never give up on me, and will always be proud of me whatever I end up doing, because her love is unconditional. I have also decided I need to put a stop to all the boys. They are messy, complicated and above all distracting, and if there's one thing I don't need it's a distraction. I know this year's important and I do want to go to University, but above all I want to see the look on my mum's face when I tell her I've passed my A levels. That will make all the hard work worth it. So no more boys for me; Jess Fisher is now single and boys are the last thing on my mind... yeah right, I'm kidding myself. Let's see how long my resolution lasts this time.
It's lasted less than an hour, seriously I am in love. First period was Maths with the new maths teacher Mr Chalk, who's already been nicknamed 'Chalky' by some of the other pupils. He's okay; if a bit reserved and unconfident. He won't be here long, trust me. Some of the younger kids in some of the other classes will crucify him. They will end up forcing him out and because he is a push over, he won't be able to punish them. Anyway I was sat listening to him drone on about some algebraic formula or something, when in HE walked and I could instantly feel all my perfect and well laid plans for the year taking a rapid nosedive. I was intrigued by the attractive stranger; he wasn't my usual type, I prefer the older man. I liked the idea of the man being the one to look after the woman, so to speak. But this one is different, and maybe this is why I felt such a deep pull towards him. I want to get to know him. I need to get to know him. Our eyes met across the classroom as he was taking his seat. What I saw there caught me off guard slightly, it was almost indescribable, all I knew was I liked what I saw; he was dark and mysterious. It turned me on in such a way, I thought I was having a reaction to just his stare. This last year might be exciting after all, and if anything, I knew it was going to go out with a bang...