My Favorite Student Part 1
I was shocked when one of the other teachers, one of my best buds, showed me the story. Of course I knew who had written it. Everyone could have guessed. She was a unique seventeen yeard old girl. She wasn’t makeup-and-clothes-obsessed, she wasn’t a mouthy brat, she wasn’t an angst-ridden teenager, she just was who she was. Her hair was a shade of red you could never bottle. Her eyes were hazel, my favorite eye-color on a woman, always swirling with emotions and mystery. She liked the same...