My Letters To You [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1: You know I hate teenagers falling in love with their teacher.

                  

The bells rings and everyone in the room rushed out of the classroom to go to their next one like they are the roadrunner. Except me, I stood for the schools psychologist office door. For some reason everyone seems to hate him maybe, because of the fact that he's pretty know in this school. You know annoying teenagers that probably are falling their classes and decide to test a grown up limits.

The other reason could be that he's pretty young. I guess in his mid-twenties. Having pre-teens to drop their boyfriends like a hot potato to only get a 'hi' from him. But for me he's awesome but in an 'oh he's cool cause he gives me advice about life' Cory Matthews kind of way and not in a 'hopeless teenager falls in love with the older guy' kind of way.

The reason why I would say that he's one of my favorite person. His last name is: Oldwalker, but how I like to call him 'Walker'. Have I told you that I have mildly obsession with The Walking Dead?

I opened the door and gave him a small awkward wave. He looked up from his paperwork and gestured to the chair. I took my seat and wait for him to finish his work.

"Thank you for coming in today, Pearl." Walker said taking his reading glasses of and placed it on the desk.

Yeah, coming into an office with no idea why and having to miss the class. Missing the class part doesn't really bothered me, but today we finally got the explanation of a math problem that has been murdering my brain for weeks.

"Sure thing, Walker, but why did I have to leave my group of cool friends that were taking some pot on the graveyard?" I said going through my bag to take out my water bottle. My sister wanted me to drink more water instead of my dear energy drinks. She says that she couldn't take it when I'm in the 'running through the house thinking that I'm faster than Sonic' mood.

"It's smoke some pot, Pearl. " He corrected me.

"And how do you know that, Walker?" I gasped dramatically, "Is there something you're not telling us?"

"Ha ha" He laughed sarcastically, "very funny, Pearl. Always a pleasure to have you here?" I hold my hands up in defense.

"You were the one who told me last week to come here. To discuss something?"

"That's right." He stood up from his desk. He walked over to his bookshelf and took out a yellow file. He sat back down and opened the file. There were a couple of papers with different handwritings on them. But there was one particular that grabbed my attention.

"The other teachers and I discussed last week about what trip we will make with the children." Young adult is what I prefer to categories myself instead of children, but okay.

"We came to an idea to go to camp with all the Junior English classes to celebrate the average grades that the students have reached."

"Really, what is the average grade?"

"One of the highest average grades the school ever have seen in the subject English is an A plus." My eyes almost fell off their eye-sockets of shock. The average Junior student on this school has for English an A plus. I know I stand an A for English too, but didn't expect the average Junior to have it. I don't think they're stupid, just not brightly minded. I didn't say I am the smartest cookie in the jar, but compared to them I'm Einstein. Don't believe me. An Ontario teenager  threw a party inside his parents' still-under-construction, 5,000-square foot home, . Students from this school tried to prank this school by peeing in the halls. They got arrested. Believe me now.

"Okay, that's awesome, but what does this have to do with me?" I asked with my forehead scrunched up to show my confusion.

"Well, considering of how the teacher described the trip will be and there will be mixed classes together I have a special to offer for you." I looked with narrowed eyes at his excited face.