Literature

On my way to my next class, which is Literature (Jane has a different class), I think about what happened at the end of Home Ec. I'm not sure what came over me. As I thought at the time, it's always the girl who protects the boy, not the other way around. I chuckle a little. Wouldn't the world be a weird place if it was the boy who normally protects the girl?

Walking into my next class, I suddenly remember the new book that was assigned to us. I groan, knowing it was some horror-related literature. If I had it my way, we'd be reading one of my favorite romance novels. I'm sure most of the boys in class would appreciate that. As I sit down at my assigned desk, I smile, thinking about those novels - how the strong female character loves and protects the **** male character. But no, it seems that the teacher favors the girls' tastes over the boys'. And, well, in those romance novels, there tends to be a lot of sex scenes. Maybe it's a bit too much for school, ya know?

After all the students file into the room, followed by the teacher Ms. Weller (her hair very short, dressed in typical female teacher attire - collared white shirt and tie, khaki pants, office shoes), class gets started.