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events for the yearbook, then two free class periods where I could focus on my independent study topic. It was overseen by my journalism teacher. My topic idea centered on my desire to document the aftermath of the disaster in Kolby and self-publish a book full of my photographs with a description of the town before and after the tornado.
    First hour AP English was nothing exciting. I got a short nap in while Mrs. Straub was discussing the finer points of contemporary literature. Our assignment was to choose one novel of literary merit to read and defend our choice through class discussion and a writing assignment. The whole hour was spent discussing what novel to choose. I already knew my choice: The Sea of Tranquility by Katja Millay. Since I pretty much had it memorized, it would be an easy assignment.
    After making a quick stop at my locker to switch books, I was ready for my AP Science class. I was always the first student to arrive since I didn’t feel the need to make the ten minutes between classes my own form of happy hour. I was looking down as I entered the room and saw shoes step in front of me. I looked up into familiar dark eyes as I collided with a hard body.

I turned to walk toward the front of the room and smacked into someone that was almost knocked down by the force of our collision. I reached to catch them and saw it was a short girl with long, blonde hair. Once we were both steady on our feet I looked down into her blue, stormy eyes.
    Lily.
    She quickly pulled away and hurried to the back of the room. Mr. Roberts said hello to her and started telling me his plans for the AP Science class this semester.
    I was starting my semester of student teaching at Kolby High School. I knew Lily went to school here and I would see her, but I guess I never really thought about what it would be like if she was in my class. I was going to like this. It would give me another excuse to be near her and from the way things were going, I’d need all the help I could get.
    The bell rang and Mr. Roberts started class.
    “Good morning, clever scholars. While I hope you had an enjoyable holiday break, I am ecstatic to see your inquiring minds back where they belong.” He gestured for me to join him in front of the class.
    “This gentleman is Mr. Haven. He will be with us this semester, completing student teaching for his bachelor’s degree in Science Education. I hope he can further enhance your learning experience while we, in turn, assist him in his educational endeavors. Today he will observe my distinguished teaching methods and your behavior as students from his desk at the rear of the room.” He waved his hand, effectively dismissing me.
    I smiled at the students and headed back to my assigned desk at the back of the classroom so I could begin my observation of Mr. Roberts teaching methods. I tried my best to suppress an eye roll since some of the students were still watching me. However, one student had her head buried in her textbook, trying her best to ignore my presence, but I’d be sitting about a foot from her desk and facing her.
    She wouldn’t be able to ignore me for long.
    While Mr. Roberts did an annoyingly efficient job at detailing this semester’s syllabus to the class, I found myself mostly observing Lily. She was as beautiful as I remembered. Her skin was a few shades lighter than mine. I remembered how she hated her skin color. She always wanted her skin to be darker, like mine and Easton’s. Everything about us was darker than Lily - our eyes, our hair, our skin. She was perfectly blessed with light eyes, light hair, and even lighter skin. It never helped when someone would comment on how she looked like a porcelain doll.
    She turned her body sideways so that her back was to me. I was staring at her hair and realized I’d reached out to run my fingers through the long, straw colored pieces draped over her shoulder. What was I doing? I felt her body jump under the weight of my hand bumping her