August 19th 2015
The first day I saw her it was like magniatisum.
There she was, black jeans covering strong legs and curvy hips, her boots clicked against the tile floors as she moved to her seat.
Lean arms sat gracefully on top of her desk, her dark caramel skin covered in black tattoos.
She looked towards me,and big green orbs the color of spring grass stared me down as a smile crossed her red coated lips.
She was perfect, exept for the fact that she walked into my third period world religions class.
As class I started my lecture all I could see were her eyes looking at me intently.
"What century B.C did Buddhism originate in?"
The class was silent.
"If you did you're summer reading you'd know this!"
The girl raised her hand.
"Fourth century B.C" She said running a hand through her long black hair.
"That's correct..."
"Karson"
"Thank you Karson."
Her name felt so right on my tongue.
Karson.
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Smoke (Lesbian Story)
RandomAvery Wright is a 23 year old teacher with a secret. She's in love with her student Karson Wassi. What happens when Karson's in trouble?
