Rose is stuck in history tutoring with her favorite teacher after school on Friday. He’s way too old for her but he’s only in his mid twenties. Mr. sands has that ruggedly handsome look like a lumber jack. He’s muscular, 6’5, with dark hair and a beard. It’s no wonder she’s flunking history class since all she thinks about is him in his class. She day dreams about him whisking her away for a getaway or for him to kiss her passionately. Oh if only she stood a chance. Before tutoring could finish their was a sudden buzz in the air, like it was electric charged. The lights started flickering followed by loud booms and them a great ball of light. Then it was gone, as if nothing happened. She started to ask Mr. Sands what had just happened, just to find him staring up at her in horror from the desk they were working at.
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