Love = A+
Ok, this is just a draft prologue of a possible story I might do here's the summary: Anna is a typical average teenager with a huge secret. She's married to her English teacher! Will love bloom from this secret marriage?
Prologue
I never really thought about cherishing each moment with the people you love. I always thought since they’ll always be around that it wasn’t necessary. But when my parents died I realized I was wrong. I immediately regretted it and I still do. That’s why when it was just my little brother Oliver and me I made sure I cherished everything we did together. It wasn’t really just my brother and I; we were passed around a lot by relative after relative.
Soon I had enough and together we ran away. I knew someone would come looking for us but I didn’t expect the person who did come.
My English teacher.
"Anastasia there you are" Mr Robertson said in relief and I looked up and I saw him with a smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I should be asking you that question. Where are your family?" he asked me and I looked away as Oliver was still asleep in my arms.
"Obviously not here" I said.
"I can see that. Aren’t they coming to look for you?" he asked and I shook my head. My family never really cared about us so I knew none of them would look.
"They never cared about us. No one cares about us" I said.
"That’s not true, I care about you" he said and for some reason I got pissed off by that. I gently placed Oliver on my bag and stood up.
"Oh yeah if you care about us are you going to feed us, look after us and put a roof over our heads?" I asked.
"Yeah of course" he said which just pissed me off even more.
"I don’t want your pity or charity" I shouted and he looked shocked and then he got pissed.
"Who said it was pity or charity?" he shouted.
"I did" I shouted back.
"Would it be better if I married you then?" he shouted.
"Yeah it would" I shouted back.
"Alright then let’s get married" he shouted.
"Fine then" I shouted.
That’s how I got married to my English teacher. No fancy big wedding, just one done at city hall. Not exactly a girl’s dream wedding.
My name is Anastasia Rosedale, I’m 17 years old and am married to my teacher and live with him and my little brother Oliver who is 4 years old. Oh yeah and nobody knows about it.
I never really thought about cherishing each moment with the people you love. I always thought since they’ll always be around that it wasn’t necessary. But when my parents died I realized I was wrong. I immediately regretted it and I still do. That’s why when it was just my little brother Oliver and me I made sure I cherished everything we did together. It wasn’t really just my brother and I; we were passed around a lot by relative after relative.
Soon I had enough and together we ran away. I knew someone would come looking for us but I didn’t expect the person who did come.
My English teacher.
"Anastasia there you are" Mr Robertson said in relief and I looked up and I saw him with a smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I should be asking you that question. Where are your family?" he asked me and I looked away as Oliver was still asleep in my arms.
"Obviously not here" I said.
"I can see that. Aren’t they coming to look for you?" he asked and I shook my head. My family never really cared about us so I knew none of them would look.
"They never cared about us. No one cares about us" I said.
"That’s not true, I care about you" he said and for some reason I got pissed off by that. I gently placed Oliver on my bag and stood up.
"Oh yeah if you care about us are you going to feed us, look after us and put a roof over our heads?" I asked.
"Yeah of course" he said which just pissed me off even more.
"I don’t want your pity or charity" I shouted and he looked shocked and then he got pissed.
"Who said it was pity or charity?" he shouted.
"I did" I shouted back.
"Would it be better if I married you then?" he shouted.
"Yeah it would" I shouted back.
"Alright then let’s get married" he shouted.
"Fine then" I shouted.
That’s how I got married to my English teacher. No fancy big wedding, just one done at city hall. Not exactly a girl’s dream wedding.
My name is Anastasia Rosedale, I’m 17 years old and am married to my teacher and live with him and my little brother Oliver who is 4 years old. Oh yeah and nobody knows about it.
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