I don't really like this introducing-my-story-thing. I figure you guys came
to read a story, not my personal comments. This is going to be the only
time I introduce my story. As you can see, the title is Adolescence. It's
about just that, adolescence. Basically, my experiences in high school,
what I've seen, what I've heard.
Relate to it you may, enjoy it I hope you will.
PS: It's a prologue. It's short.
PROLOGUE – Adolescence
With untamed humility, Amy Anderson stepped into her new classroom, full of her new classmates, all residing at her new private school, Garrison. She looked blankly at every face that lifted itself to study her, meeting the eyes of each curious observer.
"Amelia Anderson," Edna Reed read from her class role sheet, studying her new student as well. She sat back in her chair and frowned at the meek- looking addition to her class. "Well," she gestured to the class, "take a seat."
Amy swallowed, clutching her books. 'Take a seat?' she thought. 'Thanks for the offer, but just where the hell am I supposed to sit?' The classroom was obviously full; no one seemed to want to offer up a suggestion, either.
"Amelia—"
"Amy," she responded quickly.
Edna rolled her eyes and sighed, annoyed. "—Amy, whatever, I gave you a direct order to take a seat. Here at Garrison Private School, our students follow orders, or are sent to the Dean for a respectful punishment. Are you going to follow my orders or aren't you?"
"I don't think . . . I don't think there's anywhere to sit," Amy stammered. 'Bitch. Send me to the damned Dean, for all I care. It'd obviously be better than sitting in your petty little classroom.' She looked at the teacher expectantly.
Edna only looked down at her nails and studied them, plucking at them every so often. "If you'll look to the back of the room," she didn't even raise her eyes; "you'll see a stack of chairs." Finally, she looked up at Amy and gave her a false smile. "I think you can take it from there."
Amy licked her lips and let her eyes drop to the floor, trying in vain to ignore the little snickers of laughter from her fellow classmates around her as she trudged slowly to the back of the room. To avoid a book cast carelessly upon the ground, she turned slightly, only to receive an awful squeak from the soles of her tennis shoes.
The class erupted with loud snickers and a few jarring remarks.
Amy sighed. This was going to be a –long- year.
Mina Aino, however, wasn't having such a tough time adjusting to her new public school, J. T. High School. She stepped confidently into her new classroom, flashing a bright, cute smile toward any she deemed worthy, excluding a few and turning up the charm on others. She received a couple winks and returned smiles.
Carl Walsh smiled at his lovely new student. "Minako Aino," he read from his role sheet, gazing adoringly up at this new, bright addition to his class. "Welcome to J. T. High." He grinned. "I trust you'll be right at home, here."
Mina only tittered a flirtatious giggle in response. 'Holy shit – this guy looks like a male model. I wish we'd had cute teachers like him in my last school.' "The name's Mina, Mr. Walsh." 'Walsh . . . ugh. Sounds like some kind of nasty cookie.' "No one ever calls me Minako."
He laced his fingers together before him and winked. "I'll make sure to remember that, Mina." At her little giggle and the attention of his class, he cleared his throat. "Ah, would you do me the honor of taking a seat?"
Mina looked around the room. 'Damn. Full-ass classroom.' "Um, where, Mr. Walsh?" she asked politely, pulling at her mini skirt.
The gesture didn't go unnoticed. Carl only smiled. "Pinstripe, move."
'Pinstripe? What is he talking abou -- oh.' A small, frail-looking boy quickly jumped up from his seat, the desk right in front of the teacher's own. He gathered his books and dusted off the chair, then scurried to the back of the classroom and took a seat on the ground.
Mina frowned at the seat. "You want me to sit in the front, Mr. Walsh?" her eyes sought out and met the hunky guy near the back of the classroom that she'd seen when she'd first walked in. He winked at her and waved. She smiled. "I was hoping to sit nearer to the back."
"No, I like you in the front," Walsh grinned. "I want to see your bright face everyday for the rest of this year." At her imploring, knowing stare, he added hastily, "So I can make sure you don't talk, of course. Now," he pointed to the desk, "sit."
She sighed. 'Way to go, Mina,' she thought, sourly. 'Flirt with the fucking teacher again and you'll probably get detention, and God knows –what- he'll do to you there.' And she plopped herself down in the seat, propping her elbow on the surface of the desk and resting her chin in her hand. 'This is going to be a long-ass year.'
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Chapter 1 is coming soon, but that's no excuse not to review.
-M.G.
Relate to it you may, enjoy it I hope you will.
PS: It's a prologue. It's short.
PROLOGUE – Adolescence
With untamed humility, Amy Anderson stepped into her new classroom, full of her new classmates, all residing at her new private school, Garrison. She looked blankly at every face that lifted itself to study her, meeting the eyes of each curious observer.
"Amelia Anderson," Edna Reed read from her class role sheet, studying her new student as well. She sat back in her chair and frowned at the meek- looking addition to her class. "Well," she gestured to the class, "take a seat."
Amy swallowed, clutching her books. 'Take a seat?' she thought. 'Thanks for the offer, but just where the hell am I supposed to sit?' The classroom was obviously full; no one seemed to want to offer up a suggestion, either.
"Amelia—"
"Amy," she responded quickly.
Edna rolled her eyes and sighed, annoyed. "—Amy, whatever, I gave you a direct order to take a seat. Here at Garrison Private School, our students follow orders, or are sent to the Dean for a respectful punishment. Are you going to follow my orders or aren't you?"
"I don't think . . . I don't think there's anywhere to sit," Amy stammered. 'Bitch. Send me to the damned Dean, for all I care. It'd obviously be better than sitting in your petty little classroom.' She looked at the teacher expectantly.
Edna only looked down at her nails and studied them, plucking at them every so often. "If you'll look to the back of the room," she didn't even raise her eyes; "you'll see a stack of chairs." Finally, she looked up at Amy and gave her a false smile. "I think you can take it from there."
Amy licked her lips and let her eyes drop to the floor, trying in vain to ignore the little snickers of laughter from her fellow classmates around her as she trudged slowly to the back of the room. To avoid a book cast carelessly upon the ground, she turned slightly, only to receive an awful squeak from the soles of her tennis shoes.
The class erupted with loud snickers and a few jarring remarks.
Amy sighed. This was going to be a –long- year.
Mina Aino, however, wasn't having such a tough time adjusting to her new public school, J. T. High School. She stepped confidently into her new classroom, flashing a bright, cute smile toward any she deemed worthy, excluding a few and turning up the charm on others. She received a couple winks and returned smiles.
Carl Walsh smiled at his lovely new student. "Minako Aino," he read from his role sheet, gazing adoringly up at this new, bright addition to his class. "Welcome to J. T. High." He grinned. "I trust you'll be right at home, here."
Mina only tittered a flirtatious giggle in response. 'Holy shit – this guy looks like a male model. I wish we'd had cute teachers like him in my last school.' "The name's Mina, Mr. Walsh." 'Walsh . . . ugh. Sounds like some kind of nasty cookie.' "No one ever calls me Minako."
He laced his fingers together before him and winked. "I'll make sure to remember that, Mina." At her little giggle and the attention of his class, he cleared his throat. "Ah, would you do me the honor of taking a seat?"
Mina looked around the room. 'Damn. Full-ass classroom.' "Um, where, Mr. Walsh?" she asked politely, pulling at her mini skirt.
The gesture didn't go unnoticed. Carl only smiled. "Pinstripe, move."
'Pinstripe? What is he talking abou -- oh.' A small, frail-looking boy quickly jumped up from his seat, the desk right in front of the teacher's own. He gathered his books and dusted off the chair, then scurried to the back of the classroom and took a seat on the ground.
Mina frowned at the seat. "You want me to sit in the front, Mr. Walsh?" her eyes sought out and met the hunky guy near the back of the classroom that she'd seen when she'd first walked in. He winked at her and waved. She smiled. "I was hoping to sit nearer to the back."
"No, I like you in the front," Walsh grinned. "I want to see your bright face everyday for the rest of this year." At her imploring, knowing stare, he added hastily, "So I can make sure you don't talk, of course. Now," he pointed to the desk, "sit."
She sighed. 'Way to go, Mina,' she thought, sourly. 'Flirt with the fucking teacher again and you'll probably get detention, and God knows –what- he'll do to you there.' And she plopped herself down in the seat, propping her elbow on the surface of the desk and resting her chin in her hand. 'This is going to be a long-ass year.'
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Chapter 1 is coming soon, but that's no excuse not to review.
-M.G.