Hazelle

Hello everyone. I just want you to know that this is a brand new story. I'm going to try to keep writing it but sometimes I get distracted. Tell me what you think, and if you have any title suggestions then please do say. I have no idea what to call the story. Thanks

-KSchiff

Let me begin by saying that I didn’t plan on falling in love. To be honest, I did everything in my power to stop it from happening, things I wish I hadn’t done. If I were smart I would have just fallen into his charms sooner and saved myself a lot of trouble. But me being me, I had to be stubborn and continue my new age idea of love being a childish fantasy and romance being a foreign concept. There were no reasons behind my logic; my parents had been happily married for 34 years and my older sister had recently married her fantastic boyfriend of 3 years. It’s not like I had a problem with trusting men either, I believed what they said to me about where they were. I just couldn’t stay in a relationship long enough to want to say the three little words that most little girls dream of hearing. I always broke up with the guy before he could fall in love with me, or if he did say that he “loved me” I ended it soon. They never understood it and I didn’t begin to explain it. It’s just something that I did. Love was non-existent and people who said they were in love were wrong. I believed that it was a mixture of lust and being happy with the person. In my world there was no such thing as getting the goose bumps or having you’re heartbeat faster. Love at first sight was ridiculous and should have stayed in fairy tales. Now, I believe in all this stuff and laugh at how stubborn I was.

     I woke with a start at the sound of my phone ringing. Why had I set it to that annoying ring? I hate the sound of it every time I hear it. I picked up the phone, deciding that I would change the ring right after the phone call.

     “HAZELLE! I’m getting married!!” I instantly recognized the screech coming through the speaker. The voice belonged to my older sister Violet. We had all known this engagement was coming. Her boyfriend of 3 years adored her, even me, the girl who doesn’t believe in love, could see that. It helped that he had called me earlier to make sure that she would say yes to him.

     “Congratulations Vi! I’m so happy for you. Let’s meet for dinner tomorrow and you can tell me all about how he asked?” I knew this would make her happy and hopefully get her to end the call and let me get back to sleep. It was 1 AM and I had work in the morning.

     “Alright! Let’s meet at the diner at 7?” I agreed with the plan and managed to get off the phone 5 minutes later. This was some kind of record, Violet always stayed on the phone for at least a half hour. She has always been the talker of the family. I put my iPhone back on the charger and fell back to sleep almost immediately.

     What felt like 5 minutes later my alarm was going off. I slapped it off and routinely walked into the shower and got dressed for work. Monday’s were always the worst for me. I was a high school teacher and the students never wanted to learn on a Monday. Considering I was only 24 and just recently got out of school I knew what they felt like, and always made the lessons easier those days. I still dreaded having to deal with their whining, and then having to deal with the smart-asses complaining to me after class about the immature kids in their class. I’ve tried to get them to learn, believe me, but some kids are just too hard to deal with.

     The ride to school went by quickly. I live in the city and teach at a private school about 45 away, on a good day. Sometimes the traffic is terrible and it takes an hour and a half. I always leave way earlier than necessary just to be safe. Mondays are my day to bring coffee to the English department so I stopped at the Starbucks a block away from the school and picked up the order. The guy behind the counter knows me and always has my order filled before I get there. I think he thinks that it will get me to say yes to a date. Every Monday he writes his number on my cup. It’s entered in my phone; I’ve just never called it. He is a guy who is probably looking to settle down, and that’s just not me. I’ve never been a person who wants to get married.

     I stopped into Tracey’s class last so we could chat before the bell rang. She was closest to my age at 30 years old. She took me under her wing when I first started at the beginning of the year. Now we’ve become quick friends, sometimes hanging out on the weekends and planning lessons together.

     I flopped down into a student’s desk. “Violets getting married” I send while sighing.

     “That’s soo exciting! Tell her congratulations for me. How did he ask? What kind of ring?” Somehow I had made friends with a die-hard romantic. She insisted to me that her and her husband were madly in love and that love does truly exist. She always scoffed at my ideas of it being a false feeling.

     “I have no idea to either of those questions. I’m having dinner with her tonight, I’ll call you after to give you the answers since I know that you’re dying to know them.”

     “Thanks. And you better listen because I want word for word. No paraphrasing.” I told her that I would pay attention and left to go unlock my door and put my stuff away. The first bell rang as I was first sitting down at my desk. The kids usually didn’t come in until the third bell that signaled that class was starting. I put my head down, just to rest my eyes, not to fall asleep.

     I woke up to a poking on my shoulder and laughing. “Uhh Ms. Smith? Are you awake?” I jumped up and made sure that I didn’t have any drool on me.

     Laughing I answered the girl who was poking me “Yah, sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” The guys obviously took that as sexual and made comments about why I didn’t get sleep and the girls shot back at them that it was probably with someone that they were in love with. I just rolled my eyes and got class started with. Let me begin by saying that I didn’t plan on falling in love. To be honest, I did everything in my power to stop it from happening, things I wish I hadn’t done. If I were smart I would have just fallen into his charms sooner and saved myself a lot of trouble. But me being me, I had to be stubborn and continue my new age idea of love being a childish fantasy and romance being a foreign concept. There were no reasons behind my logic; my parents had been happily married for 34 years and my older sister had recently married her fantastic boyfriend of 3 years. It’s not like I had a problem with trusting men either, I believed what they said to me about where they were. I just couldn’t stay in a relationship long enough to want to say the three little words that most little girls dream of hearing. I always broke up with the guy before he could fall in love with me, or if he did say that he “loved me” I ended it soon. They never understood it and I didn’t begin to explain it. It’s just something that I did. Love was non-existent and people who said they were in love were wrong. I believed that it was a mixture of lust and being happy with the person. In my world there was no such thing as getting the goose bumps or having you’re heartbeat faster. Love at first sight was ridiculous and should have stayed in fairy tales. Now, I believe in all this stuff and laugh at how stubborn I was.

     I woke with a start at the sound of my phone ringing. Why had I set it to that annoying ring? I hate the sound of it every time I hear it. I picked up the phone, deciding that I would change the ring right after the phone call.

     “HAZELLE! I’m getting married!!” I instantly recognized the screech coming through the speaker. The voice belonged to my older sister Violet. We had all known this engagement was coming. Her boyfriend of 3 years adored her, even me, the girl who doesn’t believe in love, could see that. It helped that he had called me earlier to make sure that she would say yes to him.

     “Congratulations Vi! I’m so happy for you. Let’s meet for dinner tomorrow and you can tell me all about how he asked?” I knew this would make her happy and hopefully get her to end the call and let me get back to sleep. It was 1 AM and I had work in the morning.

     “Alright! Let’s meet at the diner at 7?” I agreed with the plan and managed to get off the phone 5 minutes later. This was some kind of record, Violet always stayed on the phone for at least a half hour. She has always been the talker of the family. I put my iPhone back on the charger and fell back to sleep almost immediately.

     What felt like 5 minutes later my alarm was going off. I slapped it off and routinely walked into the shower and got dressed for work. Monday’s were always the worst for me. I was a high school teacher and the students never wanted to learn on a Monday. Considering I was only 24 and just recently got out of school I knew what they felt like, and always made the lessons easier those days. I still dreaded having to deal with their whining, and then having to deal with the smart-asses complaining to me after class about the immature kids in their class. I’ve tried to get them to learn, believe me, but some kids are just too hard to deal with.

     The ride to school went by quickly. I live in the city and teach at a private school about 45 away, on a good day. Sometimes the traffic is terrible and it takes an hour and a half. I always leave way earlier than necessary just to be safe. Mondays are my day to bring coffee to the English department so I stopped at the Starbucks a block away from the school and picked up the order. The guy behind the counter knows me and always has my order filled before I get there. I think he thinks that it will get me to say yes to a date. Every Monday he writes his number on my cup. It’s entered in my phone; I’ve just never called it. He is a guy who is probably looking to settle down, and that’s just not me. I’ve never been a person who wants to get married.

     I stopped into Tracey’s class last so we could chat before the bell rang. She was closest to my age at 30 years old. She took me under her wing when I first started at the beginning of the year. Now we’ve become quick friends, sometimes hanging out on the weekends and planning lessons together.

     I flopped down into a student’s desk. “Violets getting married” I send while sighing.

     “That’s soo exciting! Tell her congratulations for me. How did he ask? What kind of ring?” Somehow I had made friends with a die-hard romantic. She insisted to me that her and her husband were madly in love and that love does truly exist. She always scoffed at my ideas of it being a false feeling.

     “I have no idea to either of those questions. I’m having dinner with her tonight, I’ll call you after to give you the answers since I know that you’re dying to know them.”

     “Thanks. And you better listen because I want word for word. No paraphrasing.” I told her that I would pay attention and left to go unlock my door and put my stuff away. The first bell rang as I was first sitting down at my desk. The kids usually didn’t come in until the third bell that signaled that class was starting. I put my head down, just to rest my eyes, not to fall asleep.

     I woke up to a poking on my shoulder and laughing. “Uhh Ms. Smith? Are you awake?” I jumped up and made sure that I didn’t have any drool on me.

     Laughing I answered the girl who was poking me “Yah, sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” The guys obviously took that as sexual and made comments about why I didn’t get sleep and the girls shot back at them that it was probably with someone that they were in love with. I just rolled my eyes and got class started with. Let me begin by saying that I didn’t plan on falling in love. To be honest, I did everything in my power to stop it from happening, things I wish I hadn’t done. If I were smart I would have just fallen into his charms sooner and saved myself a lot of trouble. But me being me, I had to be stubborn and continue my new age idea of love being a childish fantasy and romance being a foreign concept. There were no reasons behind my logic; my parents had been happily married for 34 years and my older sister had recently married her fantastic boyfriend of 3 years. It’s not like I had a problem with trusting men either, I believed what they said to me about where they were. I just couldn’t stay in a relationship long enough to want to say the three little words that most little girls dream of hearing. I always broke up with the guy before he could fall in love with me, or if he did say that he “loved me” I ended it soon. They never understood it and I didn’t begin to explain it. It’s just something that I did. Love was non-existent and people who said they were in love were wrong. I believed that it was a mixture of lust and being happy with the person. In my world there was no such thing as getting the goose bumps or having you’re heartbeat faster. Love at first sight was ridiculous and should have stayed in fairy tales. Now, I believe in all this stuff and laugh at how stubborn I was.

     I woke with a start at the sound of my phone ringing. Why had I set it to that annoying ring? I hate the sound of it every time I hear it. I picked up the phone, deciding that I would change the ring right after the phone call.

     “HAZELLE! I’m getting married!!” I instantly recognized the screech coming through the speaker. The voice belonged to my older sister Violet. We had all known this engagement was coming. Her boyfriend of 3 years adored her, even me, the girl who doesn’t believe in love, could see that. It helped that he had called me earlier to make sure that she would say yes to him.

     “Congratulations Vi! I’m so happy for you. Let’s meet for dinner tomorrow and you can tell me all about how he asked?” I knew this would make her happy and hopefully get her to end the call and let me get back to sleep. It was 1 AM and I had work in the morning.

     “Alright! Let’s meet at the diner at 7?” I agreed with the plan and managed to get off the phone 5 minutes later. This was some kind of record, Violet always stayed on the phone for at least a half hour. She has always been the talker of the family. I put my iPhone back on the charger and fell back to sleep almost immediately.

     What felt like 5 minutes later my alarm was going off. I slapped it off and routinely walked into the shower and got dressed for work. Monday’s were always the worst for me. I was a high school teacher and the students never wanted to learn on a Monday. Considering I was only 24 and just recently got out of school I knew what they felt like, and always made the lessons easier those days. I still dreaded having to deal with their whining, and then having to deal with the smart-asses complaining to me after class about the immature kids in their class. I’ve tried to get them to learn, believe me, but some kids are just too hard to deal with.

     The ride to school went by quickly. I live in the city and teach at a private school about 45 away, on a good day. Sometimes the traffic is terrible and it takes an hour and a half. I always leave way earlier than necessary just to be safe. Mondays are my day to bring coffee to the English department so I stopped at the Starbucks a block away from the school and picked up the order. The guy behind the counter knows me and always has my order filled before I get there. I think he thinks that it will get me to say yes to a date. Every Monday he writes his number on my cup. It’s entered in my phone; I’ve just never called it. He is a guy who is probably looking to settle down, and that’s just not me. I’ve never been a person who wants to get married.

     I stopped into Tracey’s class last so we could chat before the bell rang. She was closest to my age at 30 years old. She took me under her wing when I first started at the beginning of the year. Now we’ve become quick friends, sometimes hanging out on the weekends and planning lessons together.

     I flopped down into a student’s desk. “Violets getting married” I send while sighing.

     “That’s soo exciting! Tell her congratulations for me. How did he ask? What kind of ring?” Somehow I had made friends with a die-hard romantic. She insisted to me that her and her husband were madly in love and that love does truly exist. She always scoffed at my ideas of it being a false feeling.

     “I have no idea to either of those questions. I’m having dinner with her tonight, I’ll call you after to give you the answers since I know that you’re dying to know them.”

     “Thanks. And you better listen because I want word for word. No paraphrasing.” I told her that I would pay attention and left to go unlock my door and put my stuff away. The first bell rang as I was first sitting down at my desk. The kids usually didn’t come in until the third bell that signaled that class was starting. I put my head down, just to rest my eyes, not to fall asleep.

     I woke up to a poking on my shoulder and laughing. “Uhh Ms. Smith? Are you awake?” I jumped up and made sure that I didn’t have any drool on me.

     Laughing I answered the girl who was poking me “Yah, sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” The guys obviously took that as sexual and made comments about why I didn’t get sleep and the girls shot back at them that it was probably with someone that they were in love with. I just rolled my eyes and got class started with.