Help me, Mrs. Courtier!

Part 2

Please keep in mind that I do not want to insult anyone, who believes in God. If you are easily offended you probably should not read this :D

Enjoy! x

P.S: I love the British accent

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But now is not the time to think about that, she has to get ready for school. It is Monday today, oh how she hates these days. Sure, she has English class first thing in the morning, but unfortunately Arts, Education, Religion and German followed. She hates school in general, but these class combinations would kill her, if she would not be so happy about seeing Mrs. Courtier. As she showers, water is not the only thing to wet her face, she is crying again. She just hopes that in the end everything will turn out well. She hurries up, dries herself with a towel and blow dries her hair. She wants to be ready before her mother gets up and she wants to be in school early, because Mrs Courtier always arrives early and so she has the opportunity to sit with her in class and talk a bit, without anyone noticing it. Her peers would never get up that early, or at lest not willingly. As she dresses herself she picks a black thigh, a black skirt, a rather Christmasy themed gray jumper, gray knee socks and black ankle boots. She just has to make sure, that no one will discover her scars, she doesn´t want to draw attention from the other kids in class. Sometimes she thinks that it would be good if her teacher would know, because she knows she would not ask stupid questions, but would try to cheer her up. She is a person, who really cares about her students. Her best friend Noah always says, that she cares about Zoe the most, but she does not think so. Dressed, she pours herself a cup of coffee as she does not want to eat something, because she has a feeling she would throw up, if she did so. That has been going on for over a week now, she is barely eating more than an apple a day. That is probably because all of the stress she is currently encompassed by. It is just too much for a single soul to bear. If she would only have someone she could share everything with, sure she has her friends, but how would she tell them that she is probably bisexual and in love with her teacher. They would laugh at her and never talk to her again. She does not want to lose them. Regardless of the feeling to have to tell it to someone is starting to destroy her from the inside. Zoe looks up at the clock that is hanging over the kitchen door. "Shit. I have to hurry if I want to make it in time!" by making it in time she means managing to be half an hour early. So she throws her back over her shoulder and fetches the index cards, she wrote the vocabs they had to learn on. The time it takes her to go to the bus stop and the ride itself is long enough for her to get them in her head. She is the one who knows most of the words anyway, so she always gets a straight A in Mrs. Courtiers tests. If that would only be the case in all subjects, but no. No matter how much she learns she sucks at everything that hasn´t got anything to with English. Even in Biology she does not understand a thing, even though she is interested in it. Maybe she was just not made to have to deal with anything besides English.

On her way to the bus she halts and laughs a moment, actually laughing, you usually do not often see her that happy. Association was written on the sheet ... twice. "Well someone wasn´t very concentrated on the task here. I wonder what she was thinking when she wrote them down." So there she was, thinking about her teacher again, she just could not stop doing it. She sighs and picks her bag up, because she can hear her bus coming up. At least the bus driver knows her, so she never needs to show her card, which is good, because she always forgets it. "Low-interest loan; rank; (to) penetrate; (to) fancy somebody", Zoe mutters to herself not even bothering to turn the cards around to see, if she was actually right. If something comes to her mind it is usually the right word. But right now she can´t concentrate on learning anymore, she is to close too the school and therefore too close to Bea. Yes, she calls her Bea, but only in her thoughts. She would never ever dream about actually calling her that, whilst talking to her. In fact she would not even dream about mentioning that name in front of anybody, too afraid they would figure out her little secret. A warm feeling is starting to splay out in her stomach, making her insides feel warm and cozy. There it was, her school. It was a normal high school and she being freshman did not know many of its secrets yet, even though half of her first year has already passed, but she does not care about that. The only thing that counts is having Bea as her teacher and seeing her every second day in class and passing her in the halls nearly everyday. They would always stay there for a few seconds exchange some nice words and get moving again, but even those brief moments with Mrs. Courtier would light a fire inside of Zoe. It is like someone would release a thousand of white pigeons out of their cage, to symbolize the luck, the freedom and the love, they feel for their counterpart, as the wedding ceremony was held by a preacher with black robes on and a hackneyed bible in his hands. He was probably reading that thing every night, when he took care of that little problem that comes with the living as a celibate part, seeing that the only thing these poor men can worship is God and this old book someone (who was either on drugs, or drunk) had written down a few hundred years ago... Or whenever that was. Yes, that was exactly how she thought about the bible, God, the church and everything that has to do with belief. Zoe probably would have rather believed in a huge pink bunny who created the world than in someone who is everything and still nothing. Someone you should worship but can´t make a picture of. Someone you pray to, who is supposed to be everywhere, hearing your every word and still lets you suffer, even though "he" is to be said to have the power to change anything, if only "he" wanted to. Someone who is known to be the greatest justice, but also to have created everything evil...really? No that just was not her thing. Why she goes on a religious school then? To be honest, she did not know that it was one until she got accepted, she just applied for schools and decided to go to the one who would accept her. This school was the only one who would take her, seeing as the other ones probably thought that Zoe would make to much trouble, just because her old teachers hated her and always provoked her into "fighting" with them, if you can call it that. And believe me you can´t, Zoe has already been involved in fights and they usually don´t end with just swearing and a lot of detention, no they usually end with a black eye (if you´re lucky), or a few sprankled/ broken limbs (mostly).