My stomach was churning and a headache was starting to form just above my eyes. Nearly 20 years later, that building still gave me fits of trepidation: Bradford James High School; home of the Fighting Navajos. Of course, here's a tip for the people that name schools and figure out the mascot names: think like a high school kid. Going to school at Bradford...
Whenever Oswald caught sight of one of his students, a new form of temptation would arise and never leave his mental space. He couldn't resist such a handsome figure roaming around on campus. Rafael, an eighteen-year-old twelfth-grader, had become quite an athlete. The Bolivian student impressed the P.E. teacher for quite some time. He managed to perform wel...
"No Dustin," Jacob Gordon said as he leaned over his student's shoulder. "That's not a debit - it's a credit - and that should go over to this column. You know better than that." "Oh yeah," the young man said, scratching his long blond hair with the eraser end of his pencil before before correcting the mistake, and as the senior citizen looked over the shou...
Since he had nothing important to do on such a cool and tranquil Saturday, Leo found himself in the perfect mood. He grabbed his notebook and left his house. The eighteen-year-old high school senior didn't have many friends to begin with, but it didn't bother him very much. He always enjoyed being alone. Being an aspiring writer in his spare time helped in s...
Dear Readers, As promised, here's Chapter 5. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, I'm happy to hear what you think. All these stories are just kind of me toying around with different stuff. And, to give credit for what is used in this story so I'm in compliance with Literotica's submission guidelines... The song lyrics featured in part of this chapter are fr...
*****Everyone in this story is Fiction and is over the age of 18**** ***** Beads of sweat trickled down my face as I jogged down the lonely path. I was 30 minutes into my run with only a few feet left on the route. While on the run I thought about the events of the past weekend with Darwin. He had stayed the entire weekend. We stayed in, watched movies tog...
You hate Mondays. They suck. You're coming down off the high (real or metaphorical) of the weekend, and then BOOM--learning. You head out the door on a Monday, early in your senior year. When you arrive at your school, you see the bulletin board is covered in various advertisements for various extracurricular activites. It's already 2 weeks into your senior...
It's been almost three years since Jay was a senior in high school. Going to a simple community college, he still held his dream close to my heart: being an English Teacher. Whenever he thought of the idea, a certain "special" someone came to mind. He was Jay's English teacher, probably the best teacher he ever had. Although he wasn't the best worker out th...
As a psychology major, it never ceases to surprise me how deep human loathing can go. Often times the most screwed up ones are ourselves. For every ten people that you meet, eight hate everyone, six hate themselves, but blame everyone else, three loathe themselves with depths unfathomable, and one or two out of those ten will never let you know just how dist...
NOTE: OMG Guys. Thanks for the feedback. I promise I will try hard to stop the confusing change of POV.J And I really need an editor, can't find one. I tried the list in the website but nobody replied. So, I am saying sorry in advanced for errors and stuff. Also, any volunteers? Send me your email through private feedback and I will send you the new chapte...