A New Forever
written by Hannah
A story has a clear beginning. A place where the narration commences and the plot begins to unravel. It makes sense, to have a clear starting point, but that's not always the case. Everything doesn't always just line up perfectly and begin with "Once upon a time." In the storybooks, you know right off the bat who the "bad guy" is and right away you begin to root for the hero. But in the real world, you don't know who the bad guys are until you read ahead until you've trusted them and they've betrayed you. Life is not a storybook, life has no set good guys or bad guys, and the story has no clear beginning.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter 3
"Is there a problem-" Ms. Amour rasped, as she glanced down at her chart, "Miss Kimberlee" This was it. This was how I die, killed by a terrifying homeroom teacher in front of Bianca Cassidy and her clan of Barbies. Is still don't understand how they all managed to be in the same homeroom.
"N-No," I stuttered, "I-I mean- Well, I did this unit last year."
"Oh, so what you're saying is that you're too good for this class?" Ms. Amour glared at me, a stare that burned through my soul and ripped me apart. I gulped.
"N-No, th-that's not what I meant.' But Ms. Amour didn't let up, her stare crept through my skin and boiled my blood. I could feel her gaze, her piercing green eyes shooting through the crystal clear lenses of her glasses. I did my best to look anywhere but at her, the clock, the door, the other students (who by now were all staring at me)
"Then what did you mean?" Ms. Amour began to stride toward my desk. She moved her feet slowly and you could identify the sound of her heels hitting the ground with that of a serial killer moving through their victim's home. With every click, I swallowed hard, awaiting my fate. "Did you mean to say that I'm incapable of teaching you? That your previous teachers were more competent? Or are you simply saying that I, and accomplished college graduate, am below you?"
"Ms. Amour-" I felt like I was going to be sick, "I-"
"Spit it out! Ms. Kimberlee, you are off to a horrendous start to this semester and may I say that you will not succeed in my class with that attitude of yours." I could feel my breakfast burn up my throat, I was going to be sick, there was no question about it.
I burst from my desk and bolted around Ms. Amour. As I frantically shoved open the classroom door, I heard the snickers of Bianca and her clan of Barbies echo behind me. I didn't care, not right now, I left that room a hero, someone who stood up to Ms. Amour. Although, at this moment I was just the girl who cowardly ran out of the classroom, but later, those kids would realize how un-cowardly that was. It was brave.
This worst case scenario was fresh in my mind as I approached my homeroom for real this time. I stepped over the threshold of room A113 and caught my first glimpse of my new teacher, Ms. Amour.
"N-No," I stuttered, "I-I mean- Well, I did this unit last year."
"Oh, so what you're saying is that you're too good for this class?" Ms. Amour glared at me, a stare that burned through my soul and ripped me apart. I gulped.
"N-No, th-that's not what I meant.' But Ms. Amour didn't let up, her stare crept through my skin and boiled my blood. I could feel her gaze, her piercing green eyes shooting through the crystal clear lenses of her glasses. I did my best to look anywhere but at her, the clock, the door, the other students (who by now were all staring at me)
"Then what did you mean?" Ms. Amour began to stride toward my desk. She moved her feet slowly and you could identify the sound of her heels hitting the ground with that of a serial killer moving through their victim's home. With every click, I swallowed hard, awaiting my fate. "Did you mean to say that I'm incapable of teaching you? That your previous teachers were more competent? Or are you simply saying that I, and accomplished college graduate, am below you?"
"Ms. Amour-" I felt like I was going to be sick, "I-"
"Spit it out! Ms. Kimberlee, you are off to a horrendous start to this semester and may I say that you will not succeed in my class with that attitude of yours." I could feel my breakfast burn up my throat, I was going to be sick, there was no question about it.
I burst from my desk and bolted around Ms. Amour. As I frantically shoved open the classroom door, I heard the snickers of Bianca and her clan of Barbies echo behind me. I didn't care, not right now, I left that room a hero, someone who stood up to Ms. Amour. Although, at this moment I was just the girl who cowardly ran out of the classroom, but later, those kids would realize how un-cowardly that was. It was brave.
This worst case scenario was fresh in my mind as I approached my homeroom for real this time. I stepped over the threshold of room A113 and caught my first glimpse of my new teacher, Ms. Amour.
