Sweet Little Sixteen

This is a fairly straightforward, if unconventional classroom romance. Regardless of what you think of it, I want you to take it in absolutely any direction that appeals to you!

They told me her father was in the navy. It made perfect sense to me; she had drifted in on the tide to torment me with her soft sea-glass eyes.

She joined the school a few weeks into the year. Didn’t draw much attention to herself. Just sat in the back of the classroom and doodled in her exercise book. Scrawled her name in the margins of my heart.

I did everything I could to focus. But then she would smile and I’d go insane.

I was almost jealous; she had achieved perfection at the age of sixteen. She transcended her surroundings, was out of place in one of the most notorious ‘problem schools’ in the country.

She read it aloud one lesson: ‘So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows/As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows’. But what was I to her? Nothing. Worse than nothing: to her, I could only ever be Miss Poole, her English teacher. 

The End

1 comment about this story Feed