@Luna Amore

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Harley wasn't expecting a hug when she returned to her seat, but she sure felt like she needed one after that traumatizing experience. "Aww, thanks!" Harley giggled, her cheeks feeling warm. "I like you too, Nat." Warmly she smiled. This girl was just something else to her. She was so happy to have such a friend here in the city.

Mr. Felton smiled and carried on with the lecture while the class listened, some taking notes. It amazed Harley for a man his age to have so much wisdom about his art, and to be willing to share it with the young minds of today, but eventhough she listened well to him, she couldn't seem to take her eyes away from the cute blonde beside her. She smiled to herself, lucky to have met Natalia this day.

Natalia listened with undivided attention to her teacher. Since she had forgotten to bring her notebook and pencil case, she made sure to listen extra carefully to Mr. Felton's explanations, anecdotes, and stories. Snapping a picture of the man in front of her every now and then, it was as if she had been hypnotized by her instructor.

She was so immersed in her teacher's class that she had failed to notice the actions and words of two girls sitting in the far right corner of the classroom.

Showing more skin than a school girl should have and with her hair dyed pink, Madison fixed her short tank top so that it would show more of her feminine attributes.


"Mr. Felton is so handsome, isn't he?", she whispered to the student sitting next to her. "I am going to date him no matter what! I mean, this is the sole reason why I took this class."

Next to the pink-haired girl sat Amelia, a shy green-eyed girl that had been Madison's friend since they were very little since both of them lived next to each other.



"But...but..." Her tone a bit insecure. "It seems like Mr. Felton is interested in the new student", she replied softly to her friend.

Looking at her friend with an intense gaze, Taylor sensually smiled. "That stupid photography nerd is nothing compared to me. Once a show Mr. Felton...what enjoyable things I can do to him...he won't care about anyone else. Stupid Amelia, you know no man can resist me in bed...or have you known someone that could?"

Lowering her gaze, the shy girl replied, "No, I have not."

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Though as much as Harley listened to Mr. Felton's very interesting lecture over chiaroscuro, the difference in light and shadow, and how it could dramatically affect their photographs, she couldn't help but hear little snippets hear and there from the two girls a few rows behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder once at the...well...how else could she say it...the hussy babbling about trying to get in the teacher's pants, which didn't sit well with Harley, same with the girl dressing like Friday nights at the gentlemans' club. Talk about no shame. No better than those damn cheerleaders in Celina who tried to get with the football coach.

She cut her eyes at the two girls, namely the pink haired one, before turning around in her seat, coldly shaking her head.

Lord forgive me, but what a damn whore! Tryin' to mess around with Mr. Felton! What if he's a married man? Hell, what if he's gay! Eh...I mean I don't think he is, but that's beside the point! She could get Mr. Felton in a whole mess of trouble foolin' round with him like that! I oughta turn around and tell the li'l homewrecker off, but I reckon I don't wanna cause a stir. Still...shit like that just burns my ass!

She sat there for the rest of the class, her fists clenched at her sides.

Natalia looked at the clock hanging on the wall just a little above the whiteboard. It was five more minutes before the class would end.

The blond-haired girl had enjoyed the class so much and it was only the first class of the whole year. She had learned a lot of interesting things during those fifty-five minutes.

Too bad the class was coming to an end. She was upset that the time had flown by so fast, the only comfort was she would see Mr. Felton the next day again in Photography 101.

There were some details about the assignment that were not all that clear for Natalia. She got up from her seat and walked towards Mr. Felton's desk, she wanted to talk to him about the homework.

"If that camera nerd thinks she is gonna steal Mr. Felton from me, she is completely wrong", said Madison to the girl sitting next to her. Her tone was arrogant and irate. She turned her eyes towards Amelia and ordered her with a stern face, "Go...you know what you have to do". Getting up from her seat, the green-eyed hair followed Natalia to the desk.

Shrivvle would walk into the school, just being attended to it. She'd sigh and walk around the hallways, not knowing where to go.

She'd look at all the lockers and classrooms. "Hmm.. I wonder where the students are." Shrivvle walks down each hallway, studying them closely. "I think I had English class..." *She'd sigh.* "Darn it..my memory sucks." The hallways looked the same as she kept going down them, letting time pass by.

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Harley decided she would hang around and wait on her camera buddy before going to her next class, plus she too wanted to ask Mr. Felton if he had any pro tips for a young, budding photographer like herself.

She sat leaning in her chair, fiddling around with the D500 Nat let her borrow, every once in a while looking up at Mr. Felton's desk. That's when she noticed that damn pink haired whore up to no good. That bitch was just itching for an old fashion Texas beatdown courtesy of the cowgirl, especially for all those mean looks she was giving her new buddy.

Eventually...Harley done had it. Quietly she set her camera down and got up, adjusting her hat and looking the no good hussy straight in the eyes, like she was Clint Eastwood in For a Few Dollars More.

"Hey." Her tone was stern, even moreso with that Texas drawl of hers. "Y'all got a problem with my friend there, missy? Cause I sure think you do."

Standing up in front of Mr. Felton's desk, Natalia looked at the man and asked in a sweet and respectful manner, "Mr. Felton...about the assignment for tomorrow..."

Interrupting the petite girl, Amelia put her innocent girl and eager student facade.

"Mr. Felton...my friend and I are completely new to this subject. So...I was wondering..." She paused for a minute, trying her hardest to convey the expression of a student in desperate need of help but with great desire to learn. "if you could tutor Madison and me after school every day..."

Being the kind girl that she was, Natalia did not mind Amelia's interruption at all, rather she felt sad for her classmates and thought of ways that she could help them.

"Mr. Felton...I think you should help Amelia first...it seems that she needs your help the most right now."

Looking at the cowgirl in the eye, a smirk appeared on Madison's face.

"Me? A problem with Miss Saint Claire?", the pink-haired girl said with a goody-two-shoes accent in her voice while pointing at her herself in fake surprise.

"Not at all!" She paused for a moment her eyes conveying the real feeling within her. "Now...my dear hillbilly...please go back to your seat..." Ungenuine sweetness oozing from her mouth and her expression. "...before I stop being nice and sweet and get you and your friend straight into detention." She batted her fake eyelashes at the cowgirl while curling her hair around her finger.

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Mr. Felton looked up from the few assignments he was grading, rubbing his eyes for a moment before answering with a friendly smile, "Yes, Miss Saint Claire. What is it you needed to know?"

But before Natalia could tell him, it seemed another new student was needing his help. Amelia was her name if he remebered correctly. It was surprising to him how Natalia let her speak first, but he would admit it was also very generous. He listened to Amelia's request, but as he did, his brow furrowed with concern. "Oh man... Well you see, Amelia, I don't mean to be rude to you and your friend. In fact, I would love to share all that I know about my craft with you two, but..." He sighed. "With my wife and I moving into our new home here and a baby on the way, that might be a tough one. I'll see if I can make some room in my schedule however and get back to you. Again, I'm sorry if this may be an issue."

Meanwhile, Harley continued to stare down Madison. She didn't buy that sweet and innocent look one bit. It was the same shit the popular girls, the cheerleaders and the rodeo queens used to hook those hunky football boys...and even some teachers.

She squared her shoulders, leaning in closer with a scowl, "Ha!
You? Sweet? Darlin' don't make laugh! You're like a damn barbie doll, real good lookin', but you ain't got no heart! And another thing, you best not be lookin' to fool around with the teacher. In case you haven't noticed, you're way outta his league, and you sleepin' with him is gonna get him buried up to his eyes in all kinds of shit!" A sharp finger the cowgirl pointed at her face like a loaded six gun. "So y'all best lay off him, or God willin', I'll come lookin' for you!"

And with that, she pulled her finger away, marching off with a face full of anger. Thankfully, it went away once she was beside Natalia. She smiled, hanging her arm around the girl's shoulder, "Hey there amigo!
What class you got next?"

A man walks into the building, his hair a dusty blonde and his eyes a sky blue. On his face he wore an expression of experience. He is aged 17 and wears upon him an old satin black cloak that he wears over his light brown colored tunic that showed signs of wear. He wears trousers that are of a dark brown and look worn, he has on his trousers a belt of leather that happens to be in a decent condition. His boots are of leather as well, they are worn but not peeling. his skin is quite pale for his appearance. He stands at a respectable 5'7" and weighs around 135lbs. He walks into the building looking around it for signs of life.

"Is anyone here...?" ke asks dryly and deeply.

Lilly walks in, wearing her normal skirt and hoodie. She sees the man and walks around him, nervously. It's all fine Lilly.. She repeats in her brain until she isn't working right. She walks to her locker and puts her supplies away. What's my class today? She thought as she remembered it's her first day at this highschool.

If I'm gonna make a good impression at this school, don't do anything wrong Lilly. She thinks to herself. Lilly goes into the classroom that is making the most noise and sits down. As if she had murdered someone, everyone stares at her, like they had never seen a woman before. She looks at them and quietly says "I-I'm Lilly." She probably looked like a 6th grader to them at how small she was.

He notices the girl walking around him and is quite relieved, but in seeing her reaction he is saddened a bit. My appearance scares many... I sometimes abhor the way that I stand and behave, but this is my journey, my life. he thinks to himself, largely unmoving externally, but inside himself his heart and mind bounce with ideas and practices that could be acted out before him.

Lilly walks out of the classroom, because she realized it wasn't the right one. "Uggh..!" Her cute voice flattered everyone, which annoyed her. They imagined her as a little cuddly teddy bear, but she was sick of it. Done with it. Lilly walks back to her locker and hits it, annoyed. "Ugh...!" The man notices Lilly as she begins to cry, as if she is slowly rotting away like an apple.

He looks down and sees the girl, going over to her to try and assist her, yet not trying to scare her away. He says dryly, "Are you ok...?"

He sees her continuing to cry, not responding to him. He sits there, pondering the reason as to why the child had began to cry. He came to no solution, but remained beside the girl. He didn't want the same thing that happened to him as a child to happen to her, that is, no one being there. He looks about the hallways from his sitting position, seeing the bustling of students in the hallways. Many students stopped and looked at him as if he were an outcast, but he merely let them off.

She banged on her locker once more, sliding down into a sitting position, ignoring the man next to her. She let out a long breath, and sobbed more. Lilly put her head into her hoodie, her hair covering her head. "Ugh..." She muttered.

He looks at her banging her head, noticing the students around hee beginning to look as well. "Why do you do that?" he asked, a bit concerned. He tries his best to begin a conversation with her and everyone turns to look at the event. He turns to the crowd and asks "Do you mind?"

Cold sweat dribbled down her face. "..." She looked into the darkness of her hoodie, sniffling. "I-I just wanna be loved...for who I am..." She zipped up her hoodie more. "Not for who I look like and sound like, what I am..."

He turns back and looks at her, seeing her hood zipped up tight. He looked for her face, but to no avail. "Then tell that to the others. If you wish to be yourself, then do so." He said to her in the best way he could. He then looks around to the students, them still surrounding them. "This is not a show nor spectacle, leave us be. Do better things with your life than trying to watch an encounter between two people."

"It doesn't work...nothing works...!" She sniffles more, blood streaming from her head. "Nothing ever works! I just their cute little teddy bear!" Her voice sounds cute, but annoyed. She looked like a 6th grader, but really was a Freshman. She slammed her hand into the ground, her hand turning red from hitting it.