A Dahlia For Elle 🌸

Elle woke up to the sound of something knocking on the wall. "Hurry Elle! You don't want to be late for school. You just transferred. Who knows how strict they are!" It was her mother. Her mother has always been like this. She hated being late, so she results to screaming and banging her fists on the walls of the house to wake Elle and her family up. Elle got up, and headed for the bathroom. Her mother hadn't stopped banging, but seemed to quiet down a little. After she finished in the bathroom, she made her way back to her bedroom to choose an outfit. Her outfit consisted of a white tank top, short blue shorts, a gray cardigan, and black high top converse.
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As Elle arrived at school, everything seemed normal. The students were all around talking in their friend groups. Some students seemed to be more anti-social, and stayed in their own corner. When Elle walked into her class with her schedule in hand, she instantly noticed something off with the teachers. Their faces were always blank, and while they talked they had little to no enthusiasm. "Everyone sit down, class is starting." The teacher had said. Elle sat down in the desk closest to her, and watched the teacher carefully. The teacher always seemed to look at Elle in the corner of their eye. Elle even seen him look at her with lust. She was confused, but didn't think too much about it. The teacher continued on talking after taking a minute to turn around and look directly at Elle. He seemed to get distracted, and never really finished a full sentence. The teacher seemed to be a little startled when the bell rang, but you could hardly tell. As Elle walked into her next class, she noticed the teacher doing the same thing as her last one. Hardly any enthusiasm, and constantly a blank face. This teacher however, smiled in a mischievous way as he noticed Elle. As he walked up to her, Elle could swear she heard him whisper "Oh, pretty princess" to himself.