Portia Hudson POV
If this lesson doesn't end soon, I will be forced to jump out of the window to see if I can fly for my own amusement.
I slide down my seat and even further in my typical blue Monday morning state, falling asleep in the boring atmosphere of this English room, listening to my teacher stammer in that annoying way that she does when she's going on about some great work of English literature or something, written by someone important. Not that I care.
I turn my head and look at the clock 10:50 a.m. I sigh and grab my bag from under my desk, shoving my English book back into it that I haven't even used today. Miss Phillips is still trying to mutter on in her tiny and annoying voice above the noise the class is making. I feel a stab of pity for my short, wiry teacher as she tries to regain the grumbling class's attention.
"C-c-class? Hello?" Miss Phillips does a small jump, waving her hand at some guys in the corner of the room who ignore her completely. "H-h-hello? Can I talk to you for a moment p-p-please?"
YOU ARE READING
Fire and Silk.
RomanceWho doesn't want to star in the worlds greatest romance? Your wish has come true, the lead role in the school production of Romeo and Juliet. Trouble is, Romeo's the one guy in the world you'd like to see dead. But this is your dream and you're not...
