Trust is Love, Love is Trust - MeoWsChu (ereader for comics .TXT) 📗

"Katiana Smith ," Mr Turnbull, my bolding Maths teacher, called out my full name as he marked the role."Here," I yawned. I could feel eyes staring at me from both genders in the room; the boys with longing, admiring eyes; the girls with friendliness, but a hint of jealousy. That was all understandable though, since I was one of the most popular girls in the whole college. With my blond, waist-length hair with light curls, and my blue-grey eyes, not to mention my skinny yet curvy figure with a D sup size, and so called ‘perfect’ personality, well, let’s just say it’s comprehensible why everyone likes me, not to sound up myself or anything.

As the second arm rotated around the wooden clock above the chalk board, every minute felt like a very long hour. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind school, I get good grades, never lower than a B, and I get to spend time with all my friends, especially Maddie Lurman, my gorgeous aquamarine eye coloured best friend who I’ve known since Year 1, but sometimes school is just so boring, with the same routine day in and day out, nothing new or exciting ever happening. So you can see why I’m not the biggest fan of school.

Mr Turnbull finished marking the roll and shut the book to signal class will begin. As he stood up out of his crooked arm chair, something he didn’t do much, his old bones cracked loudly, making girly girls squirm and the boys to start cracking their knuckles. As the noise in the class started to rise, Mr Turnbull raised his hand, motioning for silence, and bent his bony fingers towards the door, signalling for someone to enter. As I turned my head towards the door, curiosity bubbling inside, the whole room fell silent; the only sound was the light breeze and footsteps entering. His footsteps.

Publication Date: 05-01-2011

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