Number 9:


She turned to look at the mirror once again. This time she looked, really looked at her reflection.

She had long glossy red hair that reached till her waist. A long time ago, she loved her hair and was proud of it. Now, she felt like the redness reminded her of the much blood that she had spilled. Her piercing brown eyes was the thing that haunt her dreams, the eyes that her mother had too. She sighed as walked into the bathroom to take a shower and change.

She tied her hair up in a loose bun, she got out her biggest jumper and her longest skirt to wear. The skirt was so long it swept the floor as she walked. She had abandoned her glasses in the guy's house, so she couldn't do much about it. She looked back at the mirror, feeling something was missing, then she took out a lipstick and an eyeliner. They weren't hers, it used to belong to her mother... She dotted her face making it look like she had disfigures. Rubbing the long thin line that graced her right eye. She stepped back and looked at herself. Even with the lack of glasses, she still looked as geeky as ever. She smiled softly to herself, then sighed. Hoping one day, she could stop hiding like that...

She walked out of the house, shutting the door quietly as to not wake up her father. She had the man's key in her clenched in her hand, when she passed by a bin, she threw it in. Hearing it clutter at the bottom. Danielle sighed, before heading to school again.


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Danielle yawned, trying hard not to fall asleep. She had only reached school five minutes ago, finding that her teacher was later she had sat down and waited. A pair of footsteps echoed through the corridor. Finally, the teacher was here. She lifted her head up from the table but stared in shock her at 'teacher'.

It was the man from last night. His image was hard to forget, seeing that he was probably the hottest guy she had ever since. A female followed after him, the girl was quite young, and seemed like her age.

Danielle could feel the sigh from many of the girls as they saw him. She looked around and saw many staring with admiration and desire, while the guys were staring with jealousy.

She turned her attention back to the front of the room as the guy began to speak.

"Hi. My name is Mr. Gunner. Because of some mysterious incident," his eyes connected with Danielle's. She felt her cheeks go hot. "Your teacher is currently unavailable to teach. Thus, i am from now on, your replacement." Danielle glared at him. "And this is my sister, Shadow." Signaling to the girl beside him. "She will be joining your class from now on." He said, before sitting down onto the chair.

The girl, Shadow, had long black hair and really pale skin. Her eyes were a sad, doleful brown and she looked quite fit. She could not have got a better name.

Danielle lifted up her hand to ask a question. MR.GUNNER smirked at her. She could hear half of the female population sigh once again. "Yes, Ms... Faunne?"

Still glaring at him, 'Ms.Faunne' asked "Aren't you too young to be a teacher? Or inexperience of something?" she snapped at him.

Danielle could feel the glare of the new found fangirls burning behind her head. She ignored it. "Infact Ms.Faunne, I am old enough. And i trust you'll fine me... VERY 'experienced'.

Danielle felt her face go hot once again. She glared at him with all her might. If looks could kill, her new teacher would've been a melting puddle with knifes sticking out of it.





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