How's your day going?

I'm certainly having the most pleasant time having all 6 of my cousins torturing me to death. Don't get me wrong I love them but damn they can throw the most painful punches!

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My breathing hitched; A long, unpleasant lump was beginning to form inside my throat. The lack of oxygen not filling my lungs made me feel as though I was going through suffocation. I needed to exhale a breath. I needed to get out of this class. I needed to get away from-

The final bell resonated throughout the school.

"Alright class, we will discuss the complexity of fear tomorrow. Have a good rest of the day," Mr. Ferroni emphasized, setting down a pile of loose papers on his desk.

Students began to blather amongst themselves as they made their exit out of class. Quickly sweeping my belongings, a sense of relief washed over me.

But it immediately died down as my own insecurities began to bubble to the surface once again. I didn't want to feel powerless and I didn't want to make another foolish attempt out of myself.

Maybe I could pretend to ignore the discomfort hurdling through my stomach like a roller coaster- twisting and turning immeasurably, but the sentimentality would never fade away; It was locked within my subconscious.

The feeling of nostalgia was so immense that the thoughts kept rummaging constantly like an electrical current; Only a small fracture of my brain believed this was just a pure coincidence.

This was all a bizarre deja vu; I could've sworn I've seen this man, my serendipity, but that would be impossible.

I bite the inside of my cheek, letting the spurious thoughts scurry away from my head. I needed to seek my aim of triumph by having a plan and deadline. After all, the only way to advance was to throw away the negative emotions; They create a lack of clarity and possess a frustration towards the brain. All I really need is a clear mind and a content heart.

"Ms. Viverette," a low, silky voice spoke, creating a tingle of waves rushing through my figure as I was about to scamper out of the room and let my notions consume me wholeheartedly.

No. No. No! This can't be happening. What is he doing to me?

I looked at the shades covering the classroom door; there was a slither of glass where students began to make their ways out in unison. The way I should be going.

Exhaling a sharp breath, I warily turned around and strolled to his desk, averting my gaze on the plush charcoal rug.

For the first time in a long time I gazed into his sage eyes. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off his orbs. It was as if I was trapped in a prison that had an astounding view- fragments of swirling clouds covered by the vibrant canopy of trees and a streak of golden sunshine shining through, creating an eccentric atmosphere.

The man standing right in front me was indeed the most breathtaking man I've ever seen. Besides the light stubble growing on his beard, which highlighted his cheekbones, he didn't change. He was still a handsome young man who had the power to make a girls heart flutter in joy. Physically speaking.

With my pulse still hiccuping, I grasped my arms tightly.

"Yes?" I slowly released my breathe. I couldn't help but wonder if he called me because he remembered the moments we shared. Possibly. Or maybe he wanted to ask why I had 'stolen' my own glasses from his desk. Actually, that question should be reversed.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit nervous," his eyes glanced towards me, his facial features softening. His body was as still as a rock as his stare seemed to be defiant. In an instant, my muscles tightened and a beckon of compliance cleansed throughout me. It was as if my mind had suddenly been detached from my body and I was in complete obedience.

All the thoughts I had been thinking seemed to have vanished, making me forget. I could only think of his words. This question.

The air around us fell silent, charged with an intense voltage that made the hairs scattered across my arms, stand. "I'm conflicted and intimidated," the words slipped past my lips.

No! No! No! What am I saying?

"Of what?" He spoke gently, a small smile starting to arise. Like he knew this would happen.

I forced my chin up, facing his beautiful almond shape orbs. My fingernails slowly dug into the palms of my hands tightly, creating pink indents. My teeth gritted immensely, an honest answer awaiting to be spoken past my lips.

The miserable argument in my head felt agonizing: I simply could not say the truth blandly. Yet his stare was easing my mind. Calming it. Rendering it. I was in a state of bliss. Happiness.

I wanted to say all my feelings. My memories. My thoughts. Show him my diary: the book that held my secrets. The personal story of my life. I wanted to speak the truth.

I tried my hardest to look confident. "You...Gah! I mean school! Just having the 'new member of this school' chills," I forced myself to laugh, dropping my head down.

But the temptation to look back at him was still there, tugging at every bit of my nerves. The skipping of my pulse rocketed slightly and our 'moment' together had lasted for less than a minute. I wanted to get out of here.

He paused.

"I'm sorry but did you say 'you' as in me," he lifted an eyebrow as he stood a bit straighter, his assertive tone leaking through. God damn you teacher!

"Erm no! I said flu! Hey speaking of that, I should really get going! I have to pick up my brother, and he probably caught the flu!"

I realized that my words had come out all jumbled. My fingers of my hands fidgeted and I bit the inside of my tongue. My head throbbed and I got feel a blush creeping through my neck. So much for trying not to make a fool out of myself.

"I'm sorry, but I really have to go," I didn't wait for his reaction as I jogged out the classroom; my backpack filled with books that were slowing me down.

Finally rushing past the double doors, I take in the refreshing outdoors. The claustrophobic feelings drifting away. The exquisite scenery in front of me stood above. The pine trees were spread in a vast of olive green. The gleam of light illuminating the ground and that smell of fresh oxygen lingers in the air despite the light rain that made the grass dewy with a bluish tint that reminded me of the golden hues of the sea blue oceans.

I sighed, inhaling the fresh scent of lavenders by the garden. Making my way to my car, I let out a string of curses.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

I truly didn't know what had come over me. It was an embarrassing mistake and I have to endure another 6 months with this teacher. This teacher who makes my heart sputter in an unnatural beat. This teacher who has the most calmest yet scariest scare that can pierce your skull in an instant. This teacher who might be-

A sudden chorus of crows squeaked in unison, and a mild breeze cooly swept past my face. The tingles came once again, and I felt the world darkening through my eyes.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Assuring myself that I was fine, I took out my book bag and revealed the leather brown journal. I had a desperate need to write down everything in detail as quickly as possible, so that the memory stays locked up.

Turning the pages, however, they were blank. Desperately looking around my book bag, my insides were boiling and churning overwhelmingly. This is not happening. Not here. Not right now.

I rubbed my hands together and slowly steadied my breathing; All in an attempt to dispel the vulnerability lingering in my now missing journal.

I had sworn to myself that I had my journal. During Gym. During Lunch. During Psychology.

A flash of warning triggered in me. When I left to get my glasses, he took them. Mr. Ferroni has taken my glasses. Yet I had left my journal on my desk. Could he have switched another book for mine? Or was it a student?

One things for sure though: Somebody took it.

A sickly squawk echoed throughout the woods as a pile of fear began to form.

And I was going to find out.

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"The fear we have within us is another mistake we can use to learn to help us in our lives," Sami

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