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[alexander declan forder]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

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You know that feeling you get when schools finally out and you just want to run as fast as you can down the halls. All because the stupid rule that says you can't? Well, as a teacher, Alexander was well aware of the rule. And often times when students saw him coming, they definitely did not run. In fact, they rarely did anything except dive out of the way. Because, unlike many other teachers at this highschool- Alex was not a stickler. In fact, very much the opposite. Certain rules must be obeyed, he enforced those, but he didn't believe in setting his own. Life was a rulebook that one had to choose which pages to rip out and those that they found themselves morally to accept. Or so is his rulebook that often sits at the front of his classroom. On the first stay of school, he has his students write the rules they were all given that day. The list went on and on, and even included many pages of the handbook. He then looked them over, ripping out a few, acting as childish as his hyperness often suggested about him, and passing the book around. These are the rules in which you will follow in my class.

It was music, the kids were meant to have fun, and he hoped that they did. Alex sure had a blast. He just wanted that in life. And he mainly got the joy out of his music. He would live solely on the strings of his guitar if not for.. .well, an issue that he's been working to overcome. But he was comfortable in his life now, but always striving to push himself in the ways of the instruments. He taught kids to like it as much as he did and fought hard to never give up on his life and settle. So, as he raced through the hall and skidded into his classroom, he caught himself on the desk and put down his folder. Finding his rolly-chair across the room where he last left it, after zooming around his room for his lunch period and sat, reading over the theory tests he'd given earlier that day. He took out an extra fat sharpie and marked them, biting his lip in concentration. The sooner he got these done, the sooner he got to his lesson plan, and the sooner he could pull out his guitar and practice where nobody could hear him. He was stoked, he couldn't wait.

Wrong. He marked it. and flipped over to the next page.

He was actually surprised at the results he got in this class. He wasn't the most orthodox teacher and therefore many questioned his methods. But he saw the kids laughing and enjoying the music, which was all that was really expected of them. As soon as passion turns to business, the worth of pursuing was lost. He flipped through a few more tests and reached for his water beside him, in its colorful superman mug, and took a drink, looking around the room. Standing up to adjust the chairs, he heard a knock on his door and Alex spoke up so they could hear him. "What's the password?" He nearly yelled, but his voice carried- perhaps part of being a singer. Not that many knew that about him. Perhaps all he was viewed as was a washed up musician, entertaining kids as a complete joker.

He didn't mind.

tell me that we both matter dont we

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[chrishelle jayne lewis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] this is my guilty pleasure my unholy confession, don't let me drown - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This had to be the stupidest thing ever happened in her life. she had slipped it to her cousin sister that she had a huge crush on alexander smith, the music teacher at the high school. He was once upon a time Chrishelle's music teacher too but back in those days, she was too much of a pussycat to face him without turning red, hence she always occupied the last bench & never spoke in his class to hold any attention, instead silently watched him. that was her old way of admiring. She was always the proud queen of high school, boys were crazy about her but she never granted them attention, so everyone thought she was too picky hence she kept her crushes hidden from others and loved the amount of attention she got for being the hottest in high school. she had always liked but never had a chance. she wasn't going to admit this but she even stalkered him on facebook sometimes . from the high school times, she truly missed him, his jokes and his music class although she was never seen in any action there. call it coincidence or pure luck, she met him at the bar while she struggled through the crowd to get an entry with her fake identity card and he didn't even recognize her. he actually believed that information on the fake card and got engaged in a fun & flirty conversation, so it wasn't entirely heart breaking for her that he didn't remember her from high school, instead she decided to take an advantage of the whole 'fake identity' and pretended to be twenty two. she was an excellent actress and played around, fooling him yet having so much of fun in his company. they exchanged number and met several times, hanging out and pranking people for a good laugh. they had several similarities so they got along really well. it was all going perfect so she didn't dare to tell him the truth about her age an continued pretending. he had this special effect on her, always making her heart skip a beat. the fake age had gotten them so close and she couldn't afford to lose his comfort zone. she continued to lie and it was all worth it until her cousin sister dragged her to a school event and introduced her to alexander smith, telling him that chrishelle was an ex student who had graduated last year and had been crushing on him from a long time. for a minute it sounded hilarious, how she had ben succuessful to full him but she was, for once, too ashamed. she couldn't face him and didn't dare look him in the eyes. it had been a week she hadn't contacted him. she was all kind of contacts with him. obviously he had several questions on his mind and she had no guts to answer him. she didn't reply to his texts or calls. luckily she had a job that kept her occupied for the whole day so she had an excuse not to think about this however, she couldn't avoid this for long and decided to face him. she was going to apologize. this was going to be so hard. she could imagine him not wanting to talk to her or never see her again but before he made up his mind about her, she had to apologize so she didn't have to live with the guilt for the rest of her life. she agreed that she had messed up and was going to apologize, if not correct her mistake. she made her way to the school and requested the principal to let her meet the music teacher. since she had a good record at high school, it was easy to get in. she made her way towards the music room, a place she loved visiting back in her high school days. she was having a flash back of all those days spend here and those secretly fangirling moments whenever she saw Alexander and those 'queen of hogh school' moments back in her times. she snapped out of her thoughts when she nearly bumped in the door and hit her head. ouch! she groaned and rubbed her head. she looked up to see the music room door. her heart beats got faster. she was there. she took deep breathes to calm her nerve. all you got to do is keep your clever mouth shut and only focus on apologizing, and run before he decides to throw you out' she told herself and knocked the door nervously. she heard his voice, her heart skipped a beat. what was the password? what password? but she decided to randomly say whatever came to her head first er. forgive me, because i'm really really really really really really really sorry and if you don't, i might just grow some fugly looking wrinkles on my beautiful face out of the worry and guilt that had been killing me. by the way, this is the only answer I can think for the password for whatever that has happened.. she blabbered, quickly and nervously stepping in. she had been looking down, too ashamed to face him. gathering up all the courage, she looked up to face him and walked closer to him. forgive me? i'm a buttface but i'm truly sorry she said, pouting her lips and holding both her ears with her hands, an action made to show her apology and nearly tripping her own feet but she balanced herself before she could fall. 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