<<Learn as if you will live forever, live like you will die tomorrow.>>

*November one.*

Today, the first three hours seemed like torture: in the first hour I had the math test and I have a feeling it went really badly. I should be bummed about this, but the truth is, I threw in the towel on math quite some time ago.
In the second hour, history, and finally in the third hour I had science, but I wasn't questioned since I already had a grade.
By the way: in the end I got an 8 on the cells test.

At the moment I have lessons with my beloved deity: my Italian teacher, and today she told us that next week we will do a free essay and I'm super happy: I love writing!

The hour passes quickly; it's always like this: the hours with the other teachers seem to last a whole day, while the ones with her pass in the blink of an eye. The umpteenth bell of the day rings at exactly noon and my classmates quickly leave the classroom saying goodbye to the teacher, while I am still packing my backpack.
I know my friends are waiting for me outside, they always do. They know that I want to be alone with teacher Signorelli when I have the chance, and they don't mind and let me do it.
If l have to be honest, l'd say that my girls always help me with her, for example leaving us alone, and l'm so glad for this.
By now they've gotten used to hearing me talk about her all the time, and Eda has become our number one shipper, as well as being my best friend.
While I arrange my backpack, the teacher continues the conversation we started at the end of the day on Wednesday: I love the fact that she remembers what we were talking about.
Even if I'd like to talk to her until the end of my days, I have to leave class quickly, because my mother just texted me:
"Honey, I'm in front of the bakery, can you come? I'm in trouble with the car."

Great! Just today mom decided to pick me up, instead of making me take the train.
I reply that I'm on my way while teacher Signorelli and I leave the classroom, together. I feel dizzy for a moment when l smell her parfume: it will never stop having this effect on me.
Once we reach the gate, I greet her and turn around, but she calls me back before I can walk away.
She does the thing I least expected. She tells me:

<<Charlotte, wait. However, you are also very beautiful.>>

Did I hear correctly? Impossible.

<<H-how, teacher..?>>

I blush under her gaze.

<<I heard you that day, when you said what you think of me. You left me very surprised: we barely knew each other, and you understood me straight away. And well, thank you for the indirect compliment.>>

She approaches me taking advantage of my moment of confusion and steals a quick kiss on my cheek, which makes my head spin and my heart beat faster.
If I don't faint, it's a miracle.

So she heard me...
And she liked what she heard...
She gave me a kiss...

NO WAY. SHE. GAVE. ME. A. KISS.

I will never wash my face again, God!

Very good, now I understand the reason for certain looks.
Has she realized that I'm attracted to her?

<<I didn't... think you heard me. Oh God, how embarrassing.>>

I say as I feel my cheeks on fire and wondering how I can desappear.
But, oh God, how much l like this senstation...

<<But don't worry, darling, I just liked it.>>

Hearing her call me "darling" has a certain effect on me, I have to admit it.

I move away from her after saying goodbye and run towards my friends, who look at me inquiringly. Miriam, Paola and Eda exchange a look and then tell me:

<<spit the tea.>>

I don't have the strength to speak right now, a thousand emotions are making my head spin. My stomach is upset even though I haven't eaten anything; my heart doesn't want to beat at a normal rhythm and I can still smell her perfume even though she is no longer next to me: it couldn't be worse!

I hug them one by one and promise that I'll tell them everything when I got home.
They are a little upset, but they nod and hug me back. I run towards my mother's car and give her a kiss; when I close the door, I see out of the corner of my eye miss. Signorelli getting into the car and leaving with a big smile on her face. This smile makes my heart beat faster and every thought is erased and replaced with her beautiful face.
I smile with every fiber of me and feel really happy.

At home I have lunch with a mushroom risotto, then I go up to my room and do some kilometric audio to my friends, especially waiting for the response from Eda, who is our number one supporter. She doesn't take long to arrive: she tells me that, in her opinion, there could be an interest on her part too... This idea of ​​hers is shared by
Miriam: I think these two have agreed to put strange ideas in my head.
I talk to them some more, then fall into a deep sleep.

My nap lasts a good three hours: an hour longer than expected, very bad. Evidently I must not have heard the alarm clock. Stupid energies that run out in the blink of an eye.
I run to wash my face, even if l didn't want to, go to say hello to mum, who is going out with a friend of hers, and go back to my room. There I start studying the mathematics theory and practicing the exercises, because I have decided that I will ask myself a test in the next lesson to raise the low grade that I will surely receive in the test. It may not be my subject, but I care about my average school grade!

After about two hours, I switch to my beloved Italian; for next time I have to study the grammar theory and do six exercises. I study the theory with dedication and pay a lot of attention to the exercises; after an hour I finished everything.
Now I only have one thing left to do for Monday: prepare for the essay. It's not that there is any kind of preparation for an Italian essay, but I care too much to do nothing, so I search on Google for some advice on how to write a top-notch essay.
I already know that I will never get ten, but not because I am not capable of it, but rather because I have understood that teacher Signorelli has only one - insignificant - flaw: she is limited in grades. Or at least that's what my classmates say. She gave me an 8½ on the epic oral test I did last week, which, given that it was done in the first quarter, obtained an evaluation of which I am very proud. At the end of the question, she also complimented me on my presentation; needless to say, the butterflies in my stomach reached my little heart, making it go crazy.

And who would have thought that a teacher could ever have such an effect on me?

In the evening I don't eat much, a simple mozzarella and tomato salad is enaugh.
My mother looks at me sadly: she thinks I don't eat much. I try to ignore her and go up to the room again.
It's not in a bad way, I love my mom with all my little heart, but I don't have the mental strength to face yet another argument with her about me not eating enough.
As long as I'm well, I'll eat like this.

I talk a little more with Eda, who as always makes me smile, and I go to scroll videos on Tiktok. Around 11.15pm I feel my eyelids heavy and decide to go to sleep.
Teacher Signorelli comes back to my mind: I think back to her sweet and melodious voice, to what she told me today...
Does she really think that a girl like me can be beautiful?
Me? Me, that l don't have a perfect body like everyone else?
Me, that l have two simple brown eyes, hair that is way too long without shape? Me, that only know how to study and talk?
If she says so, maybe it's true...
Looking beautiful in her eyes gives me a different perspective on life. I'm grateful, but I need to understand why she has this effect on me. What happens to me when she's around?

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But hello everyone again, did you expect this behavior from the teacher? The me of the past definitely not. Let me know what you think about what's happening and, if you like, leave a star.
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