The Teacher and I

The school library is a haven from the boisterous energy of the cafeteria. You sit, idly flipping through a historical novel, feeling the familiar pang of loneliness. It’s the first day of your junior year, a fresh start for many, but just another year for you. You watch the few other students, the dedicated 'bookworms,' before your eyes land on a girl struggling to reach a book on a high shelf.
Something compels you to help. As you hand her the book, your breath catches – she is stunningly beautiful. The school bell jarringly ends your silent admiration. She thanks you, her fingers briefly brushing yours, and then she’s gone. Regret washes over you for not asking her name or number. A second bell rings, signaling the start of class, and you rush off, her image seared into your mind, wondering how you’ll ever find that goddess again.
