So, I kind of hated my last set, so, lolol. This is it. I'm writing another one, which I'll be including @teenidle and @impervius, like I said I woooould. :D
There are some moments in everyone's life that are so important they change you forever.
Now, some might think mine was when I got pregnant, but it started earlier than that. Much, much earlier than that.
In fact, if I had to pin-point the exact date that changed me, I'd say it was August fifteenth, the day I met Markus Porter. He was, at that time, just a stranger who would be my homeroom and study hall teacher. Nothing more. He was new, with no reputation amongst the students.
It's weird to think that some people you see every day were once complete strangers. Ryan, Blair, Ginny, Autumn, Michaela. I didn't always depend on them so much.
But with Mr. Porter, I wasn't expecting anything out of our meeting. It was just the first day of school. Of course, bound to be hectic, but I had no idea that the man I'd fall in love with would come into my life.
Wait. Okay, I'm probably confusing you. Sorry about that. I'll just start over.
The first day of school was ALWAYS important to me. I mean, even in Kindergarten, Mom says I was a nervous wreck. While I've obviously calmed down quite a bit since I was five, I still get a bit nauseated each year, in anticipation of what's to come.
I pick out my outfit a week before hand. I separate it from every other article of clothing I own, just in case. My hair was kept in huge, uncomfortable curlers all night, and my school supplies sat in perfect order, beside the door.
Everything was in perfect order. Nothing could go wrong. Except the fact that I woke up an entire hour late.
Now, before I go any farther, you should know that there's an agreed upon rule in the Jameson household that you are never, under any circumstances, late. It just didn't happen.
That rule in mind, I bolted out of bed with a genuine shriek. I still had to get the curlers out, style my hair, put on my make up, AND get dressed! What the hell, alarm clock?!
I began taking the curlers out before I reached the bathroom, allowing them to drop on the ground with quiet thuds. I had nearly all of them out before I reached my bathroom, which , thanks to my socks, I slid into and nearly busted my face.
Once all the curlers were out and my hair was a mess of waves, I began on my makeup, attempting to comb through my hair at the same time. I ended up with the comb stuck, and lipstick nearly up my nose.
Okay, one at a time. Brush through the curls. Good. Now, make-up.
Foundation, lipstick, mascara, eye shadow and concealer applied, bobby pins holding my braided bangs in place, I just had to get dressed. I hurried to my closet, yanking my dress off it it's hanger, and shimmying into it. No time for tights. Shoes and necklace, on. I was ready! Record time.
I ran out of my room, slid down the stair banister, and ran out the door. Without my keys, or any of my notebooks. Of course.
I arrived at school with literally no time to spare. I ran into my first period class, Drama. I'd missed the assembly we had each year, but I knew I hadn't missed much, it was the same every year. Blah blah blah, zero tolerance for something, blah blah blah, higher expectations than ever before, blah blah blah.
Mr. Porter's door was closed, so I slowly opened it, trying to be as quiet as possible. Of course, he had the creakiest fcking thing in the world. The whole class looked my way, including the teacher.
And Oh. My. God.
Even though I'd had an entirely hectic morning, I felt like it didn't even matter when I saw him. He was so... handsome. Even though he was a teacher, he looked so carefree, so full of life.
“I assume you're Veronica Jameson?” He asked, looking down at a sheet of paper, which held a list of names, all with check marks beside them. All except one, mine.
“Right, yeah. Um, yeah, that's me.” I was so flustered at the though that I was /actually/ attracted to a teacher, I didn't even tell him I loathed my real name.
“You're cutting it a bit close on time, aren't you, Veronica?” A few giggles came from the mass of students behind me.
“Yeah, um, sorry.” I said, resisting the urge to bite my lip. It was a nasty habit I did when I was nervous.
“Well, there's one empty seat left, Veronica.”
“You can sit in it, if you want?”
More laughs. Whoops.
“Heh, right. Sorry.” I made my way to the desk, directly in front of his. Not bad.
Even though our meeting was less than extraordinary, it definitely changed me. For worse or for better, I wasn'y exactly sure.