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Karen stepped into her Literature class. She avoided eye contact with every boy in the class. All males were ignorant and perverse in her mind. She vowed when she was only fourteen that she would never date. She dropped her pass onto the teachers desk, not looking to him either.
She honestly didn't know what any of the boys in her class looked like, since she was conveniently left alone by all of them. Her mother and father were divorced, and her father had attempted to rape her as his relationship with her mother soured. This wasn't the only cause of her hatred.
Simon Cartel was. When she was only fourteen, he attempted to reach up her school uniform skirt, and rip off her underwear. When she punched him in the face, he took it upon himself to start a rumor about how he got a bruised cheek. He told her whole entire grade that she had slammed him into a wall, begging him to love her. All the girls thought she was a perverted loser, and all the boys wanted some action. He moved, but the rumor spread on. Ever since that point she lost interest in guys.
Karen would love to have a female friend, but they all turned from her after that rumor. She was sixteen now, yet the rumor still determined her life. She was a loner, to her dismay, and she couldn't help but spend her extra time studying.
She hated reading, because every plot that wasn't about love, was about a MALE hero. All the men in those books were masculine heros, not immature panty- snatchers.
She slipped into her desk, and looked to the board. Homework pages were scribbled across it, slanting downward because of his small stature. As she reached for her textbook, the door opened again. Usually she could tell by footsteps if the person was male or female, but she hadn't heard any steps at all.
When the person walked in she immediatly looked up from her desk. It was a boy, but she forgot to look back down, and his eye caught hers. She glanced away, and when she peeked back up he was handing a blue slip of paper to the teacher.
The teacher stood up.
"Class," his nasal voice rang out. " Please stand, and greet your new classmate."
Karen stood with the class, and bowed with the class. She also let out the greeting that all the class chanted.
"Welcome to our classroom, make yourself at home."
She glanced back up and saw his soft features. He had black hair that reached to his shoulders, and blue eyes that glazed over as if in a constant daydream.
He lifted his arm behind his head and chuckled, embarassed.
"Thanks."
The teacher looked to him, his bottom lip drooping to his chin.
"Well? Introduce yourself," he demanded, lip flapping as he did.
He looked to his feet, up to Karen, and finally to the ceiling.
"Uh... my name's Simon. Simon Cartel."
 Catburrower · Wed Apr 23, 2008 @ 11:17pm · 0 Comments |
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