Beautiful Disaster.

Chapter 1

“All right, all right. Settle down people. Just because you’re rich brats doesn’t mean you have to be noisy ones. Now. I’m Mr. Burrows, that’s B-U-R-R-O-W-S. You may call me Mr. Burrows, Mr. Burrows or……Mr. Burrows. Of course there’s always the option of Mr. Almighty Professor, unfortunately that option has yet to be chosen. The dean insists on introductions as a part of our first homeroom, and I’ve done mine. So, your turn. Start with you in the right corner and work your way around.”

“………”

“And you’re supposed to be the smart ones. Miss, please rise. Open your mouth, and your tongue – you do have a tongue, don’t you? Yes, ok. Your tongue moves along with your lips, and you say your name.”

“How could they even let you teach here with that kind of attitude? Are you sure you’re a qualified teacher?”

“That’s definitely a long name. Next.”

‘Excuse me. Firstly, my name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Genevieve Saranoff. And secondly, that was a question...could you answer it please?”

“Sigh. Yes I am a qualified teacher, graduated from Wilsons. And my attitude towards you comes from retaliation of attitudes from millions of ‘you’s that I have taught over the…thirty years I’ve been here.”

“Retaliation of attitudes of…’us’es?”

“Little rich stuck up brats who know they’re rich stuck up brats and always try to push me around. Then when the exams come near you either come to me for help and ask for forgiveness or come with a whole bag of cash and ask for a good grade. Either way you get what you deserve. But that’s only half of you. The other half are here on scholarships and are forever not listening because you already know everything!”

“Ohkayy…relax Mr. B. Breathe. It helps you calm down, I use it during my yoga sessions.”

“AAAAHHHHHH!!! I SAID! MR. BURROWS AND ONLY MR. BURROWS!!!”

“Ohmygod. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!!!”

BBBRRRIIIIIIIINNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!! The bell for the end of the lesson echoes down the hallways. Mr. Burrows flies out of the classroom screaming. The small class of fourteen looks at each other questioningly. Elizabeth turns to her friend on her left and says something in her ear. The girl looks up laughing and turns to the window.

Her eyes seem to match her raven-black hair, but then the sunlight falls on her face and it’s obvious her hair and eyes are a smooth dark, chocolate-y brown. Her skin is lightly tanned, and her chin rests delicately on her folded arms.

A sleek acorn-haired boy gets up from his seat at the back left of the class and walks over to the seat behind Elizabeth’s friend. He sits down quietly and watches the beautiful girl. Elizabeth whispers something into her ear again and he hears her whisper back “I know.”

“Sequoia…Sequoia Alexandra Ignatio. Who are you, then?” she said as she turning around to face him. Her white grin contrasted against her dark skin. He was stunned for a moment before he found his tongue again and smiled back.

“Charles Edward Ducharme. Um…”

“Charles Edward Ducharme huh…right. So I’m guessing you’re one of the ‘little rich stuck up brats’?”

“Uh. Aren’t you one too?”

“Nah. I got in with my grades alone. But I won’t say my dad isn’t rich. I just don’t like to feel dependent on them and their money…you know? No, actually you wouldn’t, since you are dependent.”

“No. I’m not. My father…my father owns this school.” Her eyes opened in shock and her jaw fell open. He stared right into her eyes with a small smile on his face, waiting for her expression to change.

“Heh…” she said finally. “Definitely dependent then. Did you even take the exam? Or did he just put you in…into the best class too!” she shook her head and turned back.

“Sequoia…I-” their next teacher walked into the room then and he had no choice but to stop.

6:19 AM