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knew what having no parents felt like. Every day, she carted around a heavy heart. The struggle was real.
Commotion broke through the room suddenly and Eva looked up.
Crossing the room swiftly, a middle aged woman entered the room, followed by a few dazed lagers. Long red dress trained to the floor, her movements were so graceful she appeared as though she was gliding. Various glances were exchanged between the students and they began to shuffle towards their seats. Ariana gave her a quick jerk, nodding towards a seat in the middle of the room and Eva shuffled behind, among her new silent weary faced classmates, meanwhile praying the teacher wouldn’t give her a humiliating introduction.
“Welcome to your first lesson of the day,” she smiled at the students, winking at Eva who had filled a desk that would have been empty prior. The beady eyed, strawberry blonde haired woman scanned the room. Her face was heart shaped, cheeks rosy red and her simple floral sundress gave way to a lean frame that Michelle would describe as ‘a bean pole.’ Somehow she appeared young and old at the same time. (more description here) Eva tried to imagine what lessons would be like here at Combe Bank. There were kids who were laid back and comfortable like Avan, hard-core types who just gave you icy stares, those who kept to themselves and people like Ariana who was wild, fierce and outspoken. But the woman looked sensible. Practical and down to business.
Eva’s stomach lurched. She could feel the unabashed stares of everyone in the room – or at least most. Across from her, two rows to her right, she noted how a guy with curly black hair wouldn’t even look up and acknowledge her, but just kept picking at his nails. His cheeks were flushed and like Eva he was probably still stunned to find himself here.
The guy directly to her left happened to be Avan. When she glanced at him briefly, he winked over at Eva, who tensed up. Instead of feeling flattered by it, Eva felt rather unnerved by the way he was looking at her. As still as a statue. In a completely unabashed way. He looked so calm and laid back it bothered her. Eva blushed. Feeling defeated, Eva looked the other way and tried to ignore him.
When Eva’s eyes shifted to her right, her eyes caught another code violation. A very attractive code violation.
Sucking in her breath, she took in his features. His high cheek bones. The soft curve of his lips. His bronzed arms and legs. His tanned face which glowed under the sun glare. He wore a red scarf, perfectly polished leather boots and a winter coat. Sunglasses rested above dark brown dishevelled hair. As she was staring he suddenly jerked his head to move his hair, and it caught the light, the golden gleam nearly blinding her. His hair itself was like spun gold, each thread falling perfectly into a seamless slick hair do that framed his tanned face. He paused for a moment, tapping his pen quietly on the desk before he continued writing in a small notepad. Eva watched his hand as he wrote. His fingers looked strong and lean, his fingernails pink and smooth, with half moons near the cuticles. His arms strong and steady. Sitting in his chair, his jaw tightened. She watched his forehead tense in concentration as he scribbled something down. His nose was straight and his lips perfectly formed, parted slightly. He breathed in and out steady streams of air.
Suddenly, he looked up and Eva caught a flash of his dark smouldering eyes, before she ducked her head away, pretending to be fiddling about with her hair.
Francesca shuffled down the isles. Holding a box up to the students, she weaved her way through, collecting things from fire lighters, to spray cans. “And that applies to you Nigel!” She clamped a hand on the kids shoulder making him jump – he shrugged and emptied his pockets. “You!” – She pointed at Eva. “Drop your distractions. We don’t have all day.” Eva looked around at everyone else, watching her and
Commotion broke through the room suddenly and Eva looked up.
Crossing the room swiftly, a middle aged woman entered the room, followed by a few dazed lagers. Long red dress trained to the floor, her movements were so graceful she appeared as though she was gliding. Various glances were exchanged between the students and they began to shuffle towards their seats. Ariana gave her a quick jerk, nodding towards a seat in the middle of the room and Eva shuffled behind, among her new silent weary faced classmates, meanwhile praying the teacher wouldn’t give her a humiliating introduction.
“Welcome to your first lesson of the day,” she smiled at the students, winking at Eva who had filled a desk that would have been empty prior. The beady eyed, strawberry blonde haired woman scanned the room. Her face was heart shaped, cheeks rosy red and her simple floral sundress gave way to a lean frame that Michelle would describe as ‘a bean pole.’ Somehow she appeared young and old at the same time. (more description here) Eva tried to imagine what lessons would be like here at Combe Bank. There were kids who were laid back and comfortable like Avan, hard-core types who just gave you icy stares, those who kept to themselves and people like Ariana who was wild, fierce and outspoken. But the woman looked sensible. Practical and down to business.
Eva’s stomach lurched. She could feel the unabashed stares of everyone in the room – or at least most. Across from her, two rows to her right, she noted how a guy with curly black hair wouldn’t even look up and acknowledge her, but just kept picking at his nails. His cheeks were flushed and like Eva he was probably still stunned to find himself here.
The guy directly to her left happened to be Avan. When she glanced at him briefly, he winked over at Eva, who tensed up. Instead of feeling flattered by it, Eva felt rather unnerved by the way he was looking at her. As still as a statue. In a completely unabashed way. He looked so calm and laid back it bothered her. Eva blushed. Feeling defeated, Eva looked the other way and tried to ignore him.
When Eva’s eyes shifted to her right, her eyes caught another code violation. A very attractive code violation.
Sucking in her breath, she took in his features. His high cheek bones. The soft curve of his lips. His bronzed arms and legs. His tanned face which glowed under the sun glare. He wore a red scarf, perfectly polished leather boots and a winter coat. Sunglasses rested above dark brown dishevelled hair. As she was staring he suddenly jerked his head to move his hair, and it caught the light, the golden gleam nearly blinding her. His hair itself was like spun gold, each thread falling perfectly into a seamless slick hair do that framed his tanned face. He paused for a moment, tapping his pen quietly on the desk before he continued writing in a small notepad. Eva watched his hand as he wrote. His fingers looked strong and lean, his fingernails pink and smooth, with half moons near the cuticles. His arms strong and steady. Sitting in his chair, his jaw tightened. She watched his forehead tense in concentration as he scribbled something down. His nose was straight and his lips perfectly formed, parted slightly. He breathed in and out steady streams of air.
Suddenly, he looked up and Eva caught a flash of his dark smouldering eyes, before she ducked her head away, pretending to be fiddling about with her hair.
Francesca shuffled down the isles. Holding a box up to the students, she weaved her way through, collecting things from fire lighters, to spray cans. “And that applies to you Nigel!” She clamped a hand on the kids shoulder making him jump – he shrugged and emptied his pockets. “You!” – She pointed at Eva. “Drop your distractions. We don’t have all day.” Eva looked around at everyone else, watching her and
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