Naomiramos
Lurker
Naomi, she lived a pretty normal life as some people would call it. She had a loving family, her mother in her late forties along with her father. She had a young brother, and honestly she loved him more than anything in the world. She flew under the radar all throughout school, and she couldn’t have it any other way. She didn’t want to live through the drama, having to deal with the consent checking up on people. She had a friend, and that’s all she felt she needed. She soon needed to get a job to pay for her college classes. She managed to land a job at a local bakery, and couldn’t love her job more. It paid enough for her to move out of her parents house, and her classes. She was taking many classes for her major, and was always busy. She never really had time for anything other than school, and work. The only friend she really had stopped talking for her for awhile, the girl only wanted to hanging out, but Naomi couldn’t have her ruining her chance at a perfect life. Along her way she found her favorite class, and her teacher was definitely something to pay attention to. She found herself focusing more on the teacher than anything else in the classroom. She noticed the stares the man gave her, the little smirks, and even the occasional wink.
Today was no different then every other day she’s had so far in this school. She stayed up all night making sure she was caught up on everything she needed. She went through the day as normal, carrying her heavy book bag as she heaved her way through the crowd. She was almost thrown off of her feet each time she bumped into someone, her book bag smacking into another person each time. She huffed, pushing past them as she wanted nothing more than to just push them completely out of her way. She didn’t want to be late to her favorite class, but it was on the opposite side of the building she was on and the classes started in less than a minute. She busted into the door of the classroom over five minutes late, looking at everyone as they turned their completely attention to her. She tucked a piece of her jet black hair behind her ear, apologizing to everyone as she made her way to her seat. She dropped her book bag before plopping down in her chair, turning her attention to the teacher. She looked over the man, wondering what was truly going through his head. She turns to open her bag, grabbing the notes from yesterday. She turned her attention to the man to see her glaring at him. She nibbles on her bottom lip nervously, knowing she’d have to explain why she was later after class.
Today was no different then every other day she’s had so far in this school. She stayed up all night making sure she was caught up on everything she needed. She went through the day as normal, carrying her heavy book bag as she heaved her way through the crowd. She was almost thrown off of her feet each time she bumped into someone, her book bag smacking into another person each time. She huffed, pushing past them as she wanted nothing more than to just push them completely out of her way. She didn’t want to be late to her favorite class, but it was on the opposite side of the building she was on and the classes started in less than a minute. She busted into the door of the classroom over five minutes late, looking at everyone as they turned their completely attention to her. She tucked a piece of her jet black hair behind her ear, apologizing to everyone as she made her way to her seat. She dropped her book bag before plopping down in her chair, turning her attention to the teacher. She looked over the man, wondering what was truly going through his head. She turns to open her bag, grabbing the notes from yesterday. She turned her attention to the man to see her glaring at him. She nibbles on her bottom lip nervously, knowing she’d have to explain why she was later after class.
