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I couldn't believe it! Why was this all happening to me? I just hoped he wouldn't be my teacher. I sat, looking at my shoes, trying to ignore him. The bright red laces, in contrast to the regular school uniform made me happy. They were me. Simple, easy, and colourfully fun. The world around me went silent as i focused deep down into the red lace. The regular pattern of the weave was almost mezmorising, until i heard my name, repeated several times, snapping me out of my dream. I looked towards the lady in the counter who said,

"Mr. Devon has agreed to look after you tonight, and the weekend, as i've heard from your mother about certian problems you are facing." He words faded, but her mouth continued to move. My eyes began filling, and my vision blured, I blinked quicjkly, and probably interupted by saying, "Thanks miss" in a bit of a sarcastic mumble. I sat for a minute, and my eyes sank trying to hold my prescious tear from rolling free. Zac leant over to the side of my head and softly said, "Lana, come on, don't worry, i'll keep you safe for now." And he gently grabbed my arm, and heaved my effortless body from the warm seat.

He put his hand on the top of my back, and almost pushing me forwards out of the door. He briefly turned and waved to the receptionist sqeaking, "Have a good weekend Doreen!" followed by a quick, "You too!" reply.

I felt ill, and as if i was going to cry. I liked being independant, and self-sufficient, on mum' trips, they made me feel alive, and grown up. I hadn't seen my dad in years, but i suppose thats what made me strong, and the person i was then, and am now.

Anyway, we walked up the slight hill towards the staff car park. It was nearly empty now. Not suprising for a friday afternoon. Zac pulled out the keys to his car. It certainly didn't represent his appearance. It was scratty, dirty, and covered in little scratches, and a long mark where someone had quite obviously keyed it. It was quite funny, so i just smiled. Zac saw me smiling, and as we got into the car he said, "It's nice to see you smiling again. You might not think this, but you have a really nice looking face" I was flattered, because he sounded genuine, and not as if he was out for something, but, then again, I didn't look at his eyes. I remember the hunger I had seen before in his eyes, I daren't risk seeing it again. "Please look at me" he said...