Teacher please save me
Fragile. That's the word I would use to describe Gracelyn Carter Rose. Beautiful and fragile. Not anxiety, depression, loner, as most people would call her. No. I look at her as shy but lovely. Fearful, yet bold... in a weird quiet kind of way. I don't really know her that well seeing as I just started my job as a high school teacher. She normally sits in a corner alone, head down, black hair in her face. I wish I had the courage to tell her she was beautiful. Most people just ignored her so I'm not sure if she knew. How I wish she knew. I want to get to know this student. To love her. My wife's not very font of the idea. But that's ok cause she's a son of a **** anyway. I don't care what she thinks. She can go sleep with some man behind my back like she's done for the past year. I don't care. I want this girl to be happy, need her to be. I care about her in more ways that one. Though I know I shouldn't. I'm her teacher for crying out loud. But the little things she does makes my heart beat faster for her. And I know its wrong, but I'm in danger of falling in love with my seventeen year old student.