I Watch it Begin again

Samantha was your usual fourteen-year-old girl. Going to school, fangirling over her idols and just trying to fit in. Living this relatively normal life changed the day she met her English teacher, Allana...


1. The Meeting

Arriving at school as usual, Samantha had her headphones in listening to Taylor Swift, One Direction and Ed Sheeran. Little did she know that she was about to meet one of the most important people in her life. someone that would guide her and teach her right from wrong, which is a big lesson to learn. The usual string of bells rang to remind everyone to hurry done to the assembly area. Walking at her usual pace, she took out her headphones as she approached the assembly and began to wind them around her iPod. A movement to her left, caught her attention and she turned to get a better look. Her eyes fell upon the most beautiful face she had ever seen, that she had only ever imagined to be found on that of an angel. Not wanting to be rude and stare, Samantha looked away. When she turned back to sneak one last glance, the angel was looking at her. Her eyes sparkling as she smiled at Samantha and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and looked to the ground. Samantha faced forward again and continued on her journey, hoping to get there without having her flaws pointed out once again and desperately hoping that she would be bestowed with the honour of looking upon that beautiful face more often... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I made my way to the back of the cola and took my usual place in the Student Council roll call. I wonder who we might have as a teacher this year? Mr Mickelson had left to go teach at a private school and I have to admit, I never told him this, but I am going to miss him. The morning assemblies are my favourite part of the day as i don't have to sit through the continuous torment for hours on end. I am away from all those other girls that think they're so cool, wishig to be out of here and ruling the world. Some world that would be. I sat looking at my hands for a minute, afraid to look up and draw attention to myself. As I twisted my ring on my finger, I hoped that I would see that magnificent angel again. Honestly, it wasn't so much that I thought she was pretty and wanted the luxury of looking upon her beauty, it is was more that I want someone to be able to talk to everyday and share my secrets and worries with. Since my only friend Natalie had died in a fatal bus crash on the way home from school, it felt like every living moment of my life was devoted to keeping watch for stray balls aimed at me or feet stuck out in the corridor to publicly humiliate me and make it look like my fault. We had looked out for each other and been able to pick up on these traps set, but she was popular with everyone, so it never really happened when I was with her. I felt guilty and like I was using her for this. But she was my best friend and knew the circumstances. Every time I tried to do something in return, she wouldn't allow it saying that I owed her nothing. In the midst of my thoughts, I looked up and saw the newly familiar face walking in my direction. I sat up higher and concerntrated, thinking of allthe possibilities of where she could be going. She was holding a roll in her hand and as she got closer, I could make out the familiar letters of my roll call... SRC. She stopped at the beginning of the line and began marking the roll. Slowly, she approached me, stopped in front of me, smiled and said, "Good morning! I'm Miss Harding, I'm new here.You must be Emily!" This day just keeps getting better and better. What more could possibly happen to make it any better. Just when I thought that life was going to stay a living hell for the rest of my school life, something wonderful happens and everything seems much clearer and begin to look up. It's like meeting Natalie all over again and in this wonderful school, I watch it begin again...
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