teacher x student | wlw
Emily had to take a year off from school because of her mental health, and now she's 18 and ready to start fresh. She's always been a straight-A student and plans to keep it that way by focusing on her studies this year.
But...
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As the warm morning light filters through my curtains, bathing my room in a soft, golden glow, I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. The familiar fluttering in my stomach is unmistakable—an anxious mixture of excitement and nerves that only the first day of school can bring. Today isn't just any first day, though. It's the start of my senior year, the final chapter of high school, the last stretch before I'm propelled into a world where things might be entirely different. Everyone says senior year is supposed to be exciting, the culmination of everything, but right now, I just feel... uncertain.
I glance at the clock on my bedside table—7:15. If I don't get up soon, I'll be scrambling to get ready. I sit up and stretch, blinking away the remnants of sleep, then throw off the blankets and make my way to the window. Pulling the curtains aside, I take in the view of the backyard, the trees swaying gently in the morning breeze. The sky is clear and blue, the kind of day that promises good things, but I can't shake the uneasiness that's been sitting in the pit of my stomach since last night.
With a sigh, I move to my closet and begin rifling through my clothes. I reach for my blue cargo pants and pair them with a simple white top before, without thinking twice, I pull my vest from the hanger and slip it on over my shoulders. It's not really cold enough to need it, but it has become part of my daily uniform. It's something I've grown used to, a layer of protection, both from the world and from my own self-consciousness. I tug the fabric down a little, making sure it's snug.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror—my reflection staring back with a hint of uncertainty in my eyes. My long hair falls loosely around my shoulders, and I run a brush through it, smoothing out the tangles. I take a deep breath, trying to settle the nervousness buzzing inside me. Senior year. You've got this. It's just another day, right?
After brushing my teeth and running a bit of water over my face to wake myself up fully, I decide to snap a quick picture of my outfit. I angle my phone, taking the photo, then send it off to Lily and Alex in our group chat.
Emily First day fit. How'd I do?
Lily is the first to respond, as always.
Lily Girl, you look so hot. The pants? The vest? 10/10, as always. Kill it today, babe!
A moment later, Alex chimes in.
Alex Looking amazing, Em! Who cares about the first day, but at least you'll make everyone jealous lol. Good luck!
Their messages bring a small smile to my face, and for a brief moment, I feel a little more confident. I slip my phone into my bag and grab my things—backpack, water bottle, a couple of snacks for later.
By the time I head downstairs, the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast has filled the air, and it instantly makes me feel more at ease. The kitchen is warm and inviting, the morning light spilling in through the large windows. My mom is at the counter, stirring something in a pan—scrambled eggs by the look of it. The familiar clinking of dishes and the steady hum of the coffee machine make the house feel alive, like everything is perfectly in place.
