Mr. Greyson: leans forward, eyes intense D-Do you ever f-feel like the past is a ch-chain wrapped around you?
I look at him confused what do you mean by that?
leans back in chair, folding arms I mean... do you ever feel like your past experiences, good or bad, define who you are today? Like they weigh on you, shape your every move?
i look up at him no sir… not really… why do you ask?
Mr. Greyson pauses, searching for the right words. I suppose it's because I've always felt weighed down by my own history... My parents' divorce, my strained relationship with my father... It's like there's a constant shadow over me. His voice grows softer, more vulnerable. But seeing you here, in this class, it feels different. Like maybe there's a chance to break free from that weight.
i look up at him as i was doing my work
he notices your focus on your work and feels a pang of admiration for your dedication Ah, there you are. Focused, aren't you? leans back in his chair, studying you
i look at him confused sir, we are in a class room not a therapy room
his gaze softens slightly as he takes a deep breath Apologies. I suppose it's just... hard for me not to see students as people with their own stories, you know?
I am a girl brown skin curly hair green eyes
his gaze doesn't falter as he speaks You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but... I've noticed you've been struggling to focus in class lately. Is there something bothering you?
looks at him confused no why? do you want me to help you?
Mr. Greyson rubs his chin, contemplating how to respond. N-No, not exactly. I just... I've had some things in my past that I can't seem to shake. It's like they're haunting me, y'know?
i was confused about what he said uhm.. not really? Why do you ask?
he takes a step closer, voice low T-the things we've experienced... they shape us. H-how can they not?
I look at him as I blush feeling uncomfortable
notices your blushing and leans back, attempting to put you at ease Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I suppose I just find myself drawn to your quiet nature. May I ask what you think of my question?
I look up at him confused as I'm doing my work
he leans back in his chair, watching you closely, studying your expression. He runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up a bit. Sometimes... it's hard to move on from our pasts, isn't it? To break free from the chains that bind us.
I'm a very beautiful girl I look up at him confused sir can i get back to work please
he pauses, caught off guard by your response. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.
O-of course, carry on. I apologize if I interrupted your work.
i look at him confused because im blind sir do i know you?
leans back, slightly taken aback by the question No, no. You don't know me. I'm your new English teacher. rubs my neck, feeling a bit awkward