Bewitch

Boo

"Meow"
   I felt my cat's nose touch my own, this was his way of telling me get up, "meow".
   I giggled, "Okay okay I'm awake Boo."
He started purring rubbing his face on my cheek. I ran my fingers through his silky fur, my eyes shifted to my clock.
8:30AM. My eyes instantly widened, I was supposed to be at school thirty minutes ago.
   I jumped out of bed, hearing an irritated meow as I did so. "Sorry Boo!" I threw open my closet and started searching.
   After a few minutes of debating I settled on one of my many black lace dresses with long flowy sleeves. I grabbed a black woven belt, and a black floppy hat.
   Both of my hands were covered in rings, and I had on a crystal necklace. It had been my mothers before she passed away. In a way it made me feel safe.
   I looked back at the clock. 8:50AM. If I left now I could make it to the beginning of second hour. I slipped on a pair of black boots and walked over to Boo.
   I kissed him on top of his head, "See you after school Boo."
   I then left grabbing my bag and keys on the way out.

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   I parked my black 2017 FORD Focus in my assigned spot, sighing as I turned off the engine. Today was going to be a long day.
   I slipped the car mirror down and applied a little bit of mascara to my already naturally long eyelashes. I didn't really wear a whole lot of makeup just on special occasions, makeup just wasn't my thing.
   "Ready for this day to be over with." I mumbled getting out, dully noting that today only just started.
   The walk to the main office was dreadful, I just wanted to be home snuggled with my cat, not at school.
   "Why are you late this morning Miss Elder?" The old lady at the front desk asked me annoyed. Let's just say this isn't my first time being late.
   "I woke up late." I told her, "May I have a pass to class Mrs. Holloway?" I gave her a nervous smile. I quit making up excuses whenever I realized that she knew I was lying, the glint in her eyes told me everything.
   Rolling her eyes she filled out a slip. Before she handed me the slip she said,             "Try to be here on time Miss Elder, second hour started fifteen minutes ago."
I nodded and snatched the slip out of her hand.
   I walked to my second hour, History. I knocked on the door already knowing what my teacher, Mr. Michaelson, would say "Glad you could finally make it Miss Elder." A couple seconds later one of my classmates opened the door giving me the same look they all did once they realized it was me. The boy I remembered his name to be Jack Walters, looked at me with an arched brow and smirk planted across his boyishly handsome face. He was your typical popular high school jock. The schools number one football line backer. And his looks only added to his popularity with the girls. Perfect features, shaggy blonde hair, piercing green orbs, and his oh so perfect muscular frame. The deep green shirt and blue jeans fit his body showing off every toned muscle he had.
   I caught my self staring and quickly looked back up at his face, the smirk even bigger than before knowing I had just seconds ago been checking him out.
   He stepped aside opening the door all the way allowing me to step inside the cool and familiar classroom.
   "Glad you could finally make it Miss Elder." He said not once looking up from his papers. How did I know. I tried to avoid the stares some of my classmates were giving me. Most stopped once realizing this was going to be a continuous thing.
   I rolled my eyes and took the only available seat left in the class, right in front of the his desk.
   "Great." I mumbled under my breath, taking a seat.
   "Okay students open to page seventy- two of your textbooks and continue reading chapter six, you will have a quiz on this.." I grabbed a textbook from underneath my desk and opened it like the rest of my classmates but instead of reading I began playing with the rings on my fingers letting everything and everyone fade away.
   History was always easy for me. I aced every exam and assignment Mr. Michaelson threw my way, but I found it incredibly boring.
   Right now we were learning about the Salem witch trials and the other murderous superstitions us Americans had in the early 1600's. But I already knew basically everything I needed to know about this topic. Before my parents death my father taught a much more advanced History class at the college in town. When I would get out of school I would walk there everyday and listen to him teach, he had a way of words engraving all the information into your mind.

""RRRIIIINNNGGGGG""

   My thoughts were interrupted by the bell. I looked up and saw my history teacher still looking through the papers on his desk.
   I've had a crush on my teacher since the first day I walked in his classroom at the beginning of the school year. All the girls had talked about how he was deviously handsome and had transferred to teach here all the way from England, which made him ten times more attractive. He had a face of a god, strong jaw line with subtle facial hair, black wavy shoulder-length hair, dreamy electric blue orbs, kissable lips, and a perfectly muscled frame. He always wore suits making him push past a ten on the hotness scale. Even though his class was boring, his looks made me not skip second period all together. I giggled.
   "You do realize Miss Elder you only have exactly two minutes left to get to your next class, if I were you I would use that time to get there instead of watching me grade papers." He said in a heavy English accent as he looked up from his papers, his electric blue orbs connected with my own. I felt my face blush, "And don't forget about the quiz on Monday."
   "Oh.. um.. yeah of course Mr. Michaelson." I hurried out of class mentally slapping myself, my cheeks turning a deeper crimson red.
   Maybe on Monday I'll miss this class entirely.