Post by lea on Jan 7, 2012 18:34:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… All day, Savannah had been watching her back. She had the feeling that she and Tate were going to get discovered soon, and that was one thing she was not willing to let happen. Her sister was already breathing down her neck about who she was sleeping with, despite Savannah’s complete denial that she was sleeping with anyone. Michaela had been on her back about it since the whole affair had started. She knew her other coworkers and friends were starting to catch on to the fact that Savannah was in a relationship. Thankfully, she and Tate were discreet enough to keep it under wraps. First Colonial High School was full of gossip and rumors, and that was enough to keep her relationship off the students’ radars. The last thing she needed was a rumor about a teacher sleeping with a student going around. Savannah wasn’t really a paranoid person, but what she was doing could cost her her job. Tucking a lock of her shining brunette hair behind her ear, she tried to focus on the paper in front of her. She hadn’t been grading papers for too long, only since detention had begun, but her mind was going faster than she could keep up with, and it made the words on the page jumble and mash together to create some form of artwork she was unable to comprehend. She blinked once, and blinked again, in a sorry attempt to straighten out the words. She shouldn’t be having issues reading like this; she was an English teacher for God’s sake. Maybe it was her third period class’s behavior this morning. For whatever reason, they’d been rowdy and uncontrollable. Maybe reading Brave New World this soon into the school year had been a bad idea. One of her more outspoken students was issuing a protest with the superintendent to ban the book, claiming it inappropriate for the immature minds of the senior students. If Savannah was completely honest, she’d rather that student just not be in her class. Tate was the only person who knew how Savannah felt about the girl. Unfortunately, the girl wasn’t the issue today. Today it was Tate’s group of friends. Half of the basketball team was in her third period class. For whatever reason, they had set out to get under her skin. Normally, that wouldn’t bother her. But Tate sat there and did nothing. She knew it wasn’t his job to protect her and really that was the last thing she wanted. He didn’t partake in disrupting her class, but he didn’t try to stop it either. So in an effort to regain control over her class, she gave the group (excluding Tate) a three page paper on how Huxley’s predictions in Brave New World could affect society today and expected it on her desk tomorrow, as well as detention after school until three. Of course they whined for a moment, but then they quieted down. Most of the time Savannah found it amusing when her students went off on tangents (especially because she did it so often herself) but to sit there and just create chaos all day was unacceptable. Thankfully, it was now five after three and detention was over. A knocked sounded at her door. A welcome distraction. She looked up at the person standing in her doorway, then looked back down at the paper on her desk, pretending to read it. "I didn’t give you detention," she said softly. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE OUTFIT: HERE | 579 WORDS | NOTES: WHO COULD THAT BE? |