Belle turned from the professor and gave Maryanne a frightened look. Maryanne had no idea why the Reverend wanted Belle to stay, but with the reverend it never was good. “It's all right Belle I'll see you in history...” she said, and quietly slipped out of the room along with the rest of the class, leaving Belle and the reverend to themselves. Belle turned back to the professor and looked at him. She cast her eyes to the ground. The reverend was a strict one, and while his sermons were impressive, he scared her. Scared her quite a bit. He didn't scare her in a physical way that she'd be scared of her well being. He made her fear for the well-being of her soul. She put the book down on the desk and stood there wordlessly for what seemed to be like an eternity.
“I'm sorry, Reverend,” she began. “If I offended you or anyone else in any way.” She blushed. “I will control myself next time. Excuse me sir, I'm going to be late for history,” she bowed and headed towards the door.
Belle was the type of student all the teachers loved, and even if they did love her, she still didn't acknowledge it. She was there only for the betterment of her own future, not to impress people. She was there to learn something and perhaps become a governess and teach. An education would do her a lot of good so she could make a bit more money to support herself. Although, she wondered now if that was where her destiny would take her; teaching rich children.
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