Time: Chapters 1-2 (Revised) - Sex Stories

Time: Chapters 1-2 (Revised)

... stupid enough to bring any of it to school though; I only smoke at home or out with the few friends I have. 4. Spanish, my last class of the day. Muy mal. I hate it. I live in America. Why do I have to learn Mexico? Alright I admit that might have been a bit racist. I'm sorry. I can't help it though, it behooves me. I walk in with 3 of my classmates and take my seat at the back of the dingy classroom. Seriously, this has to be the least maintained and oldest classroom in the building. The walls are yellowed and half the desks are broken. Well, not broken but they sure as hell creak something awful. There's only one window and the view isn't even that great. I don't get it. All of the other classrooms in the school are up to date and modern. Why not this one? "Gooooodmorning class of mine!" 5. Mr Gonzales shouts at what has to be the top of his 68 year old lungs. The class and myself mutter a half hearted buenos dias, senor Gonzales. He starts with the usual Spanish vocabulary words before launching into chapter 12 of the text book. I try to pay attention but I can only think of the shit storm I've got waiting on me at home. My seat is in the back but I swear Mr. G has it out for me. He calls on me three times throughout the class. I muddle through the answers to his questions and throw my hand down on the old desk and start to daydream. 6. I'm walking through old London at night. Fog is engulfing the city and it is strangely beautiful. I hear a scream followed by an erratic, ...

... "No please!" I run towards the scream while tugging my trench coat closer to my body. I turn into an alley and the fog clears quickly. Before me is a sight I'll never forget. A woman who looks like she is in her twenties is laying on the cobblestones. Her blood pooled around her and a hatchet buried in her skull. "NO!" I shout as I come back to reality. The class is looking at me funny. "Senor Olvera, is something the matter? Or are you just tired of sleeping in my class?" 7. The class laughs and I feel my face redden. What was that? I think to myself as the bell rings and the class begins to walk out. "Oz, stay here for a minute. I need to speak with you." "Yes, Mr. G." I grab my things and walk slowly to his desk. Geez even his desk is outdated. I put my book-bag on his desk and wait for him to start talking. He's looking at me with a strange face. I can't place it. He takes a deep breath. His white dress shirt looks like it's about to pop open. Was he always this fat? "Oz, are you alright? Is everything OK at home?" He asks, with a concerned expression. "Yeah Mr. G. I'm fine. Why do you ask that?" "Students don't generally have nightmares in my class. When they get home, maybe; but not in the middle of my class." He says before sitting down and taking a sip of what I think is coffee. 8. "Mr. G. I'm sorry. Yes, everything is fine at home. I bombed my history test earlier and I know I'm going to die when I get home. But I'm not being abused sir. My family is actually quite ...