Love by Oneocean17

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6:00 am in the morning and I wake up to the sound of a howling alarm clock. I reach my hand over to my desk and barley made out the outline of the phone with my finger tips. By the time all of this happened it was 6:05. I walked down stairs to find my mom making coffee half awake and my dad running out the door with his brief case. A typical day for a single child. Luckily this was Friday and I didn't have to worry about waking up early tomorrow.


1st period was the worst, having first period for gym is not my favorite, my shaggy thick burnette hair was constantly a drag, my undercut was grown out so the top was way overgrown. After the long hour of running and gross teenage boys wishing to be with girls I finally get to the best part of gym... the locker room, yes it is the most fouliest smelling place , and has the most hormones out of anywhere but there is always something special about being in the locker room if you know what I mean. Sure the jocks are cute but... my assistant teacher coach Bryan just graduated high school 2 years ago and now works here, even though I'm short for 17 I can still peer over the office window to see him every once and a while, guessing that he is at least 20 sense he was in college for 2 years, no one knows what he went to college for everyone just assumes he went for teaching, but then again you don't need to have much for an assistant teacher who comes in 3 times a week

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After 8 long periods of school I can finally get to leave, I'm about to walk out the main entrance when I get a text from my mom saying that I need to walk home and she will give me more details later. With a sigh I get my earbuds stick them in my ears and I carry on.... after about 5 minutes Of walking I get a text saying that my aunt is getting married in two weeks and that I need to stop to get a haircut, like I've mentioned before my under cut is grown out, and it looks really bad, but I try to isolate myself from the holy grail of places where I feel the most welcomed. As I begin a re - route I come up to my favorite barber shop, it's my favorite because it is old time and it has
modern pampering techniques that fit my fetish needs. I climb the few steps into the shop, and I take a set. I grab my phone and try to come up with ways to pass the time.. like I was awoken by and angle I heard next being called and I looked up to see who it was,
and my heart dropped, it was coach Bryan from school, a.k.a assistant teacher a.k.a the person I have been fantasizing about. All I think of is running.....

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