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like she had had a full day and all she wanted to do was go home and crawl in bed to go to sleep.
She then had a genuine smile. Yeah, sleep and dream about… Did she ever give him a name? Hmm, she’ll think of something later. It’s weird how all she had to do was think of him and calming warmth spread through her.
She was still smiling when she walked into her classroom. “Sorry I’m late. There were things that needed to be tended to, and I apologize that it took away from your class time.” She propped herself against her desk. “Anyone have anything they would like to share? Any ideas on how we can get to know each other better?”
That’s how it went on for about ten minutes. Students were reading, laughing at the funny stories and giving comments on others.
She went around to the back of her desk to get out her notes on what she wanted to talk about today. That’s when she saw it. There was another rose on her chair and she froze in place. This was becoming too much. Memories swarmed her and all she wanted to do was run, hide, or scream; not knowing exactly which one first. After what felt like an eternity, she slowly stood up and squared her shoulders. She wouldn’t do any of those things, because she promised herself that she wasn’t going to be a victim ever again.
Roses were Seth’s thing. He got her roses all the time. The color would depend on his mood. If he wanted to be romantic, it was pink, lustful…red, orange…he was displeased. She got a blue rose twice from him. He told her that the blue reminded him of the ice in her veins. After the first blue rose, she got a broken wrist and a busted cheek from “falling”. She never wanted to remember what happened after the second. After that, she broke away from him the best she could. He didn’t make it easy, but she made it.
Finally, she remembered where she was. When she looked up, she saw the class was staring at her speculatively. As a way to brush everything off, she started to laugh. Giving a halfhearted chuckle and a shake of her head, she apologized for dazing off and started again. “Okay, today we are going to talk about photos we like and why. By the end of the class, everyone should be able to tell what type of prints another person might enjoy taking.”
The next thirty minutes until class was over seemed to go by fast. With the use of her blown up prints of miscellaneous things, they had a good class discussion about themes, lighting, setting, and more.
The bell rang right when they were discussing advantages and disadvantages of natural sunlight. The kids were still discussing these things as they were leaving the classroom, and Trinity thought how satisfying it was when the kids liked what she taught.
When she turned around, Hugh was standing by her desk.
She jumped back and got startled enough to screech a little. Holding her hand to her chest, she caught her breath and addressed him. “Did you have a question, Hugh?”
He stood there with obvious interest on his face. “Why don’t you like them?”
At her confused look, he added, “The roses…”
“Did you give them to me?” Shocked, she could have sworn they were from Seth.
He smiled a little at the crack in her voice. “No, no. But I can see your face every time you see one, and I can tell that you don’t like getting them.”
“Oh!” She was a smidge disappointed. She would much rather ward off the affections of a student then be on Seth’s radar again. “Well…it’s not something I want to discuss, but you are right. I don’t like them.”
Nodding, he turned to leave but stopped before turning his head at the last minute to look at her over his shoulder. “I know you only think of me as a kid, but if you need anything, anything at all, just let me know.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” No she wouldn’t. She watched the young man walk into the hallway and thought how the stuff revolving around her was no place for him.
Now that she had a
She then had a genuine smile. Yeah, sleep and dream about… Did she ever give him a name? Hmm, she’ll think of something later. It’s weird how all she had to do was think of him and calming warmth spread through her.
She was still smiling when she walked into her classroom. “Sorry I’m late. There were things that needed to be tended to, and I apologize that it took away from your class time.” She propped herself against her desk. “Anyone have anything they would like to share? Any ideas on how we can get to know each other better?”
That’s how it went on for about ten minutes. Students were reading, laughing at the funny stories and giving comments on others.
She went around to the back of her desk to get out her notes on what she wanted to talk about today. That’s when she saw it. There was another rose on her chair and she froze in place. This was becoming too much. Memories swarmed her and all she wanted to do was run, hide, or scream; not knowing exactly which one first. After what felt like an eternity, she slowly stood up and squared her shoulders. She wouldn’t do any of those things, because she promised herself that she wasn’t going to be a victim ever again.
Roses were Seth’s thing. He got her roses all the time. The color would depend on his mood. If he wanted to be romantic, it was pink, lustful…red, orange…he was displeased. She got a blue rose twice from him. He told her that the blue reminded him of the ice in her veins. After the first blue rose, she got a broken wrist and a busted cheek from “falling”. She never wanted to remember what happened after the second. After that, she broke away from him the best she could. He didn’t make it easy, but she made it.
Finally, she remembered where she was. When she looked up, she saw the class was staring at her speculatively. As a way to brush everything off, she started to laugh. Giving a halfhearted chuckle and a shake of her head, she apologized for dazing off and started again. “Okay, today we are going to talk about photos we like and why. By the end of the class, everyone should be able to tell what type of prints another person might enjoy taking.”
The next thirty minutes until class was over seemed to go by fast. With the use of her blown up prints of miscellaneous things, they had a good class discussion about themes, lighting, setting, and more.
The bell rang right when they were discussing advantages and disadvantages of natural sunlight. The kids were still discussing these things as they were leaving the classroom, and Trinity thought how satisfying it was when the kids liked what she taught.
When she turned around, Hugh was standing by her desk.
She jumped back and got startled enough to screech a little. Holding her hand to her chest, she caught her breath and addressed him. “Did you have a question, Hugh?”
He stood there with obvious interest on his face. “Why don’t you like them?”
At her confused look, he added, “The roses…”
“Did you give them to me?” Shocked, she could have sworn they were from Seth.
He smiled a little at the crack in her voice. “No, no. But I can see your face every time you see one, and I can tell that you don’t like getting them.”
“Oh!” She was a smidge disappointed. She would much rather ward off the affections of a student then be on Seth’s radar again. “Well…it’s not something I want to discuss, but you are right. I don’t like them.”
Nodding, he turned to leave but stopped before turning his head at the last minute to look at her over his shoulder. “I know you only think of me as a kid, but if you need anything, anything at all, just let me know.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” No she wouldn’t. She watched the young man walk into the hallway and thought how the stuff revolving around her was no place for him.
Now that she had a
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