I Want, Gets.

Tia has always been different, but she's never quite known why. She has never been without what she wanted; she's the center of attention at school, at home... everywhere.

And something's not right...

-BM at the and of a chapter name means 'By Mirlotta', BH at the end of one means 'By Hellohihi', and BB means 'By Both'.


5. The other supply teacher (BB)

Another day and another supply teacher. Miss Bostrom, my science professor was still away ill and Mr Swindells had taken an unexpected leave after his experience of late. It happened because of me. There were voices in my head telling me to give in, to run away, away from the chaos I would surely cause with this new teacher. 

Yet more sounds chorused that I should stay, that I should get over my fears. Which I should. NORMAL people were scared of the dark or the boogy man. I was scared of a monster far worse than the boogy man's sort - the type which could kill people with just a thought, no hesitating. I was scared of myself and I would not let myself become that monster. I would put my terror behind me, lock it in a box and stay silent, in my happy place. 

"Class." The man at the front of the room rapped his knuckles on a desk for attention. It was then that I really looked at him for the first time. His suit suggested he was a lower middle class man with its scruffy collar and scraggly buttons. Yet when I looked upwards, at his face, it definitely suggested otherwise.

Movie star looks. Think Brad Pitt, Harry Styles only better far, far better. His hair was a rich looking brown chocolate colour, which was slicked back with gel and ended in a curl. His eyes were a stunning clear blue, with shards in like cut glass. As for his mouth - oh his mouth! I could hardly tear myself away from those lush pink lips as he began speaking in a soft, melodious voice once more.

"I'm Mr Treygon," he continued. "Now, before we begin, I'm going to run a little test." 

After for surveying the rest of the class for a while, Mr Treygon suddenly stopped. And looked right at me.

"And what's your name?"

I suddenly realized he was talking to me.

"Wha- Oh, right.  I mean, I, me, my..." I stammered while the rest of the class exploded into a thunderous chorus of giggles.

"Now, class.  Be quiet.  Give the young lady a chance.  Now, miss.  If you wouldn't mind?"

"My name.  Right.  Tia.  Tia Faye.  Swans, that is."

"Okay, Tia Faye Swans, you can be my guinea pig for this lesson."

"O - okay"

At that moment, I realized my problem.  What if none of this was real?  What if I just wanted him to look like that?  What if I only wanted him to as me to be his guinea pig?  I suddenly wanted to see him as he truly looked.  When I looked up again, the movie-star teacher was gone.  Replaced by a bald man with a curly moustache, and dull grey eyes.  What had I done to my teacher?

Then, I was home.  Why did I do this to people?  Why?  Why did it have to be me who was like this?

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