Opposites Attract (Student/Teacher Romance-Arranged Marriage)

chapter 1

It's the first day back from the 3 day weekend at Springfield Senior .My first class is English with Mr. King. I've never met this teacher, which is weird because I know all the teachers in the school and they know me. Our last teacher left because he couldnt handle the rest of my class. But anyways, I always ask them for extra work even if they aren't my teacher. I love learning and it's a time filler since I don't have anything better to do. See, I don't have a single friend in this entire school filled with exactly 2,597 students. Teachers are the closest things I have to friends, but of course I don't tell them personal things...we just talk about school related topics. The teachers seem to like talking to me since most students have a rancor towards learning. I give them a sense of accomplishment because they can actually teach me. Of course I tend to listen and take vigorous notes. But back on topic...Mr. King must be new this year. I wonder what he's like. I guess I'll find out in a few minutes. Let's see...I have 15 minutes before the bell rings. I'll go see Mrs. Longly...my algebra teacher from 9th grade. I think her classroom is on the third floor. Good thing I got in shape this summer. Those stairs used to kill me.

While I'm walking to Mrs. Longly's classroom, I'll tell you a little bit about myself. Maybe I should introduce myself first. I'm Scarlette Maria Williams. I'm 16 years old and I'm just starting my senior year of high school. I know what you're thinking...16 and a senior?!? Hahaha well, I skipped a grade. I'm supposed to be a junior according to my age, but I have the highest GPA in the school so they moved me up a grade. I'm 5'2"...I'm short. But I like myself the way I am. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I wear mostly dark colors because I just feel more confident. For example, I'll wear a simple black and grey dress with black shoes and maybe a necklace to top it off. And I'll also wear dark makeup..black eyeliner, mascara, black or grey eyeshodow...My peers confuse my style for being depressed or a freak, sometimes goth. But I like how I dress...it's me. My teachers understand this. I hate bright colordd clothing...it's not flattering at all. Now, based on how I described myself....as a nerd...you'd expect me to wear nerdy glasses. Wrong! I have perfect vision 20/20. Some of the teachers whom I closer to, tell me they over hear people gossiping about how pretty I am. Of course they have to say it...They're my teachers. They're supposed to boost my self esteem. My teachers keep telling me to talk more because people admire me, they're just too scared to come up to me. Well, then why does everyone make fun of me? It's such a confusing thought, that I try not to think about it. I like staying away from people, especially people my age. They don't care about their future. Most of them are out every night at parties, drinking and doing drugs. I know better than that. Yes, when I was younger I longed to be invited to parties, but I git over it and accepted that I wasn't like everyone else and now I'm extremely happy....well, I'm happy away from home. You see, I come from a dysfunctional family. My parents constantly fight...the police have handled some of their fights they were so bad. It's been going on since I was little. My parents have been arrested, put in mental institutions, take medication. There were a few times where they were so close to getting divorced, but my mother went crazy and they ended up staying married. I just wish they'd divorce. We'd all be a lot happier. Well, possibly...My parents don't love me at all. I'm either too lazy, doing something wrong, etc. Not once have they told me they loved me nor have they ever hugged me. Neither has any one of my relatives.

I don't believe in love. I've seen marriages in my family fall apart, family's driven to hatred, people who think they're better than everyone else...it's a crazy world. I've never been loved and I've never known love. All I believe is that you can like something. You can't love things.

Oh look! We're here. "Hi Mrs. Longly!" I greeted.

"Oh hello Scarlette! How was your weekend."

"It was fine. How was yours?"