This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21
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Damn....
I looked at the clock seven forty. School started in five minutes and I was going to be late,
And my goddamned first period English teacher Ms. Santos had told me if I was late one more time I'd be spending the next five days after school with her for an hour. I couldn't believe this. I was 18 years old, a senior at James Madison High school and if I wasn't at school in five no make that four minutes I'd be spending the next week after school in detention like some naughty kid. God I hoped I wouldn't have to clap erasers in the courtyard.
I hauled myself out of bed and went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth washed all the important places and used a brush to wrangle my unruly black curls into a ponytail. All of which used the precious four minutes that stood between me and my afternoon "freedom". Guess I wouldn't be hanging out with the girls at Terri's after school that week. I'd hate that. Terri's was the place to be everyone who was anyone wanted to be at this high-class restaurant/coffee shop. The mall was so Two years ago.
Since I was going to be late in any case I took a the time to apply a little make up. Then slipped into an almost indecently low pair of pink jeans, and a white top strategically cut to show off my figure and parts of my brown arms but conservative enough to keep the hated dress code. I topped it all off with a pink newsboy cap over the ponytail and a garish pair of silver hoops. After I was dressed I stood in front of the mirror liking the results. Then just to be sure I turned around and bent over. First with my legs straight, then with my knees bent I crouched down just to make sure my ass wasn't out. I loved low-rise jeans after all I was young and slim and I had a helluva ass, but as always I liked to say no to crack.
I walked out of the house and got into my new black escalade truck that my dad got it for me a few weeks ago. He was always trying to buy my love probably because he felt guilty about his constant travels. I'd practically been living alone since my mom died when I was 13. I loved him even though he was totally clueless. I didn't need the gifts but I sure as hell accepted them along the money he constantly lavished on me.
I backed out of the driveway as I turned on the radio
" reports indicate that Saddam Hussein may be dead. There is strong evidence supporting the theory that the speech recently played over Iraqi air waves was recorded at least 10 months ago and not weeks ago as first suspected. The United States government officials have reported the capture of a close family friend may lead to the indefinite fall of his regime after decades of.... "
I switched the knob on the radio to escape the nasal voice of the reporter. Jesus I was so sick of hearing about the possible capture of this terrorist and his close personal friends. I mean really the next thing you know they'd have his first grade math teacher. And tell us that's where evil really starts. Some terrorist puts out a three-minute tape of sadistic rambling and gets endless airtime Terrence Trent Darby puts out a seventy-five minute CD and nothing.
I took a left on Maple Street with Jewel's latest song intuition blaring loudly from the speakers and Pulled into one of the many Harbucks littering the area. I glanced at the clock 7:52. School was only two minutes away from the Harbucks so at least I would get there by eight, not that it would help any, may as well get a grande double low-fat caramel mochachino and a cran-apple muffin for good measure.
Once I was inside a the shop the girl behind the counter was acting as if I had all day with her discourteous manner obviously dyed black hair, black rimmed glasses and practiced look of superiority. Did they clone their employee's? I wondered Idly .Was every Harbucks employee like this or was it just some bizarre coincidence that I had only been served by this type of worker at every Harbucks I'd ever visited?
After I'd settled the coffee into the cup holder I was on my way, all the while munching on the large muffin.
In two minutes flat I was pulling into the parking lot of the high school. Since I was late I had to park in the back and walk the entire span of the parking lot and around the sidewalk to get to the front entrance.
Once inside I went up to the second floor right up to the door my history class I glanced at my watch 7:59 great only fourteen minutes late. I sipped the coffee I was holding took a deep breath and entered the room.
I had to open the door to enter since my bitch of a teacher always shut the door the second the last bell rang.
So there was no way that any one could just sneak in and sit down.
"Miss Hudson so nice of you to grace us with your presence" Ms. Santos said sarcastically without even looking away from whatever she was writing on the board.
"I do it for the fans" I replied smirking at my friends Courtney and Jessica .Who were sitting in the first row with an empty seat between them for me.
This time she did turn and look at me as I sat down
She looked amazing as usual. She may have been a raging bitch but there was no denying she was hot.
She was wearing a red skirt that stopped just above the bend in her knee, a white blouse and a pair of red heels
Not exactly fuck me heels but definitely not pumps and definitely sexy as hell.
Her black hair as usual was pulled into a severe looking bun.
Her skin was dark due to her Spanish origin which like her surname she had inherited from her father. Her features were delicate and strong at the same time. With an exotic and enticing mix owning to her definite Spanish background and subtle hints of her matriarchal French blood. Her eyes were blue and almost disturbingly bright in contrast to her dark skin. She had full kissable lips , and the type of body that most normal woman prayed for and those who were rich or maybe just not religious enough paid for.
Like I said there was no denying this woman was hot
"I'll speak with you after class Miss Hudson, and since you like talking so much why don't you give us your view on the sections Romeo and Juliet that I assigned."
I rolled my eyes we had read that book freshman year why would she insist we read it again anyway. She gave us some load of crap about our views and opinions changing after four years but puh-lez.
Smirk still in place I answered
" Well Ms. Santos most people think this is the story of undying love and passion that transcends time. I mean here are two kids so deeply in love that they live and ultimately die for one another. They overcome a long-standing family feud and prove that a name is just a name. A word and in the end their mommies and daddies are sad that they did not allow the little kiddies to be happy"
"I don't recall asking what most people think Corrin, I asked what do you think " Ms Santos replied. But at least she hadn't called me Miss Hudson, which meant I was temporarily out of trouble.
" I was getting to that, " I continued
" Most people are deluded. If you look at the cover of the book the title is The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet not the love or the undying passion but the tragedy. This story is about wasted youth and hopeless despair. The Kind of despair that would make Two teenagers barely past the threshold of childhood end their lives. And most of all it's about giving up. Do you really think Romeo would have wanted Juliet to die like that, If he really loved her? "
Ms. Santos looked at me with surprise and asked who agreed or disagreed with me from there a heated debate raged until the bell rang at eight-thirty signaling our dismissal.
I stayed in my seat waited around while the class dispersed.
Ms. Santo's erased the board and while I admired her shapely ass swaying back and forth as she went about her task. I'm pretty sure I'm a lesbian due to the fact that I'm 18 and have never had any real sexual interest in boys. Women have always occupied my fantasies and I had been with less than a handful other girls. At the time I'd dismissed it as just the usual teenaged curiosity but more and more I was beginning to know better.