Never Meant To Belong by Chyna Collins (best summer books txt) 📖

My 2nd year of high school, new classes, new teacher, and new people. I hate school. I hate the people, I hate everything even myself (sometimes). Nobody notices me, its fine but sometimes it feels really lonely. I eat in 4th period history and my favorite part of the day is going home were I’m noticed.
The lunch line is long as usual even on the first day of school. It took 10 years getting to the front of the line and when I finally got to the front of the line they were out of pizza, which I mainly get because the rest of the choices of food they make look undesirable. I went straight to my class 4th period history, were I either eat or read a book. When I went in the class there was no one there, I went to the back of the class, Left corner seat by the window. I pulled out my book and started reading for a good five minutes until the door opened and the man that walked through that door was the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my 16 years of life. He had curly dark brown hair, brown eyes, nice pink lips, his chin was a bit crooked, about 5’10. He looked 25 or 26, ohh and his smile was beautiful and his teeth were perfect and white. I wouldn’t mind being in this class.
“Hello” he said “I’m Mr.Posley, nice to meet you and what’s your name?” hid voice was kind of gentle but masculine and sexy at the same time. “It’s Amerie.” I said “That’s a very pretty.” he said “Thank you.” I said ‘Why are you not outside with your friends?” he asked “First it’s to hot to be outside and second I have no friends to hang out with.” I said “Why?” he said grabbing a chair, pulled it up next to me and sat down. “I don’t know maybe because no one notices me.” I said starting to feel sorry for myself. “Maybe it’s because you don’t apply yourself.” he said “I have, I tried. It’s just that no one wants to be friends with me.” I said kind of upset. “A pretty girl like you should have at lease 50 friends and 100 guys on your tail. Maybe if you take these glasses off,” he reached for my glasses and took them off. “And this ponytail.” Then he went for the rubber band and pulled it out of my hair. Then my hair fell to were it shaped my face. “See beautiful, a masterpiece.” He said with a smile that I loved. Then I noticed that I was blushing, so I looked down at my lap. “Thank you.” I said. Then the bell rang and he shot up and placed the chair back were it was in the beginning and walked to the front of the room, then picked up a piece of chalk and started writing his name on the board. I decided to grab my backpack and move to the front of the room were I can see the board and him clearly. Then he turned and smiled at me. People started walking in and a girl sat next to me, she was pretty. She had short brown hair and dark brown eyes with a heart shaped face that looked totally innocent. “You’re really pretty and your hair is long and pretty. I’m Anyla” she said then she reached her hand out, I reached for her hand and shaked it. “I’m Amerie” I said then we let go. “Hey, you want to have lunch together tomorrow?” she asked. “Yeah sure thanks.” I said with a big grin on my face. Then I looked at Mr. Posley, he introduced himself and told us about himself, like how he grew up in LA and he hated it there, that he’s 25 and NOT married

This was a big shocker to me, a gorgeous man like that. He must be gay, I hope not. He went on about the class and the rules until the bell rang. Everybody walked out of the class in a hurry; I was the last one in the room. “Thank you, you were right.” I said “It’s nothing, one point in my l felt the same way. Then I realized I needed to make an effort to, so I got my braces taken off and my pimples cleared then next thing I knew, I had all the ladies lined up and dozens of friends.” He said “Can I ask you something it might sound inappropriate but…” I said then he interrupted and said sure. “Why are you still single, I mean a guy like you should be snatched up already?” I asked “Well it’s because I haven’t found the right girl yet, that’s It.” he said “Now get to class before you get late.” “Okay” I said. He said “girl” so he’s not gay, thank god. The rest of the day went pretty fast, I made some new friends in the rest of my classes. I had a good day but all I wanted to do was talk to Mr. Posley, my history teacher. Why couldn’t he be just a student instead he had to be my teacher.
When I got home I asked my mom if I could get contacts lenses and go shopping. Of course my mom said yes, she’s a complete girlie girl. She loves going shopping and wearing make-up, I have my mom’s features but my dad’s personality. My mom always said I can sometimes act like a guy in a girl’s body, because I never really like to wear make-up or doing my hair. I love my mom, of course I do, and you only get one right.
The next day I wanted 1st, 2nd, and 3rd period to go by so fast but of course they went by slow. By the time I got to lunch the line was shorter and I got to the last piece of pizza and ate lunch Anyla, we had so much in common. When I got to the last bite I told her I’m going to class early for studying but really I just wanted to see Mr.Posley again. When I got to class, he was already there; looked liked he was correcting papers. I walked up to his desk and politely said “Hello” with a smile; he looked up at me with smile too. “Hello Amerie. How was your day?” he said. “In the beginning it, was kind of slow in a way but now it’s much better. What about you, how was your day so far?” I asked still in my polite voice. “It’s better now; my first 3 classes are hell.” He said with a chuckle. “I know I can relate, my first 3 classes are the same as well but I like this class the best.”I said with a big smile. “I’m glad to hear that, what you like about this class to make it you favorite?” he asked with the same smile. I couldn’t tell him it was him that made my day better, I couldn’t think of an excuse to give him, I knew I had to say something, when I was just about to open my mouth, the bell rung.
I quickly went to my seat, then I the door flung open and the class started to fill up. Anyla sat by my desk like yesterday. “Why are you blushing so much?” she said. I quickly hid my cheeks with my hands. I couldn’t even focus on the lession; all I could focus on was him. It’s like I was looking at his lips and not paying attention to a word he said. I was looked at his deep brown eyes; they were so intense and serious. I notice his hands, they looked strong, his fingers slender. He had great sense of style, the way he dressed made him look professional, and I loved it.

Then I realized everybody was looking at me. “Amerie can you read pg 51 please?” he asked “Ahh yes.” I said as I was reading I notice that the story was talking about a girl who fell in love with an older man and they ran away together. She ended up being a princess, so the king went on a hunt for them and had him executed and had her locked up in her room until she was married to a prince. She committed suicide on her wedding day, she left a note saying “To be with the one I truly love is worth life itself. Love Amerie.” “Wow, Amerie maybe she’s one of your ancestors. He said. “Can you tell me what the note she left behind meant to you?” “She loved him to the point were her life means nothing to her.” I said “Why did she kill herself on her weeding day instead of just killing herself before that?” he said “When her father locked her up, she had no freedom to make her own decisions, so she waited for that chance of freedom to make the decision that would change her destiny. That last day of freedom was on her wedding day. The day when her father let go of her and she took that chance and killed herself for eternal freedom, she loved freedom. To her freedom was what she really loved and she found freedom in that man. That’s why she runaway in the beginning, for freedom.” I explained. “What a great explanation, how did you figure that out?” he asked “In those times that probably what every princess wanted, freedom.” I said than sat down. He gave me a wink and a smile, I smiled back.
“Wow Amerie I couldn’t even figure that out.” Anyla said “Mr.Posley continued reading, continued dazing off into space until the bell rung. Everyone got up quickly and walked out the door, I was the last one out when Mr. Posley caught me. “That was a great explanation about Amerie, not one of my students ever got that right, your one smart cookie. A lot of people think it’s just the typical Romeo & Juliet story but it’s totally different, its one of my favorite stories. I was your age when I learned the true meaning.” He said “You make it sound like your way older than me.” I said I could feel I was starting to blush. “You know, there is a movie about Amerie, maybe you would like to watch It.” he said “I would very much like that.” I said then the warning bell went off and I started walking to my next class with a smile. I was kind of proud of myself, but I thought about the story for awhile, the girl ran off with a older man and he ended up killed and she committed suicide, not exactly a pretty picture but they did end up together in heaven. Man, I shouldn’t even be having these thoughts about my teacher, I heard about the Mary Lou case and I don’t want things to end up like that. I should switch classes, no that would mess up my whole schedule and I love last period art, the class is right next to the buses, I’m the first one on it before it gets packed with people, plus I love seeing Mr. Posley. I wish I was the same age so we could just get married, have a couple of kids, and live happily ever after.

After school, I made a sandwich and turned on one of my favorite movie, Titanic. Then the door rang, I was angry, somebody was interrupting my