The Crush
"Microfiction Magic"
It was the tenth day of class. Gina stared at her English Professor Mr. Watercress like he was something from out of this world. As she sat in her seat in the beginning of the semester, she had no idea that she would develop feelings for her teacher.
In the midst of creative writing projects, essays, paragraphs, and compositions she found herself fantasizing; unaware that the feelings she had for this teacher were abnormal.
As Mr. Watercress made eye contact with the entire class, Gina believed he only saw her. By the end of the semester, he would be hers.
About the Creator
Adrianne Kirksey
"TURN YOUR PAIN INTO PAPER"
I am just an old soul.
Victor's Daughter- (The Real "AK")
"The Writer of all Wrongs"
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