Profe *will update soon*

Part One: They meet

Chp 1

Getting Ready…

Uriel

The sun has yet to reach our bedroom window, but my eyes are already open watching the clock, 6:28. Marsha’s blond head is tucked against my chest, my arms around her keeping her warm. I kiss her forehead. The colon separating the hours from the minutes blinks 7 times before the eight turns into a nine.

I hate waking up, leaving my warm bed behind, but today it’s different I can’t wait until the numbers shine 6:30. I give up and turn the alarm off before it beeps. I softly push Marsha away and she cracks an eye open.

“Morning,” she mumbles. I kiss her softly.

“Morning, I’ll shower first so you can sleep some more.” She nods and turns away from me, she pulls the blanket up tighter.

Today is the day I’ve been waiting for most of my life. It’s a culminating point in my life, because I will have finally achieved everything I’ve ever wanted.

My life seems to have moved so fast from the moment my mother introduced me to Marsha. I sometimes wonder if someone hit fast forward on my life, because only two years ago I had my nose buried in a book. Now? Now I’m happily married, I have a baby girl, a five bedroom home and today is my first day at work.

I always wanted to be a teacher, it was like a dirty secret. I never told anyone except for my nana. My mother would have said that a Wheaver was expected to be more than a public school teacher. My nana always said I should do good in the world. She said as Wheaver I had enough power to change the world. I don’t know if what I’m doing is what she had thought up for me, but I remember her telling me that a teacher could make a huge difference in a kid’s life.

I may be expected to make huge changes in the world, but I’m happy leaving that to my brother, I’ll add my grain of sand.

Marsha, I don’t know how she feels about all this. She is used to a certain type of life, the same one I grew up in, but I think we have an understanding. I think we both needed to escape that life, we still enjoy some of its spoils, but we have separated our self’s from the frivolous going nowhere life of the second born.

I was never as much part of that life as Marsha was. She was a socialite, her picture sprinkled from time to time in the social section of the newspaper and even once or twice in the tabloids.

I was home schooled until I was 13, I attended preschool, but I got bored easily and didn’t make any friends, for someone who loves studying as much as I did the experience was almost traumatizing. Mornings crying and begging, eventually got me private tutors, it was heaven to me, no kids to deal with and almost creating my own pace.

I only attended Saint Brendans for a year and half, because it was determined that I was gifted and shipped off to the other side of the country to boarding school.

Marsha also attended Saint Brendans, but the school is divided into the Boy’s school and Girl’s school; they have some co-ed activities, but mostly dances, fairs, sports events. Nothing I ever participated in the short year and a half I attended the school. It isn’t surprising that I didn’t meet Marsha Fairton, until I was 18 and my mother decided it was time I had a girl friend, god forbid someone got the wrong idea about me.

We were pushed together, by her aunt and my mother. Her family wanted to keep her away from Jason, her high school sweet heart and my mother wanted to make sure no one thought I was gay. Of course all this was almost side effect since a marriage between the Fairton’s and Wheavers was just what the stock broker ordered.

I know I make it sound as though I was forced to marry Marsha but that wasn’t it at all, our families did give us the initial push, but we do love each other very much. Marsha is not only beautiful but also very kind and down to earth. Do you know how hard it is to find someone down to earth in our circles?

Our families where shocked when we announcement our engagement and that the date had been set. Ms. Fairton said that it was impossible that there would be rumors, that we should have a long engagement that that is what was expected from us.

My parents kept saying I was just too young to take such a decision, that perhaps it would be best to not set a date yet and even worst a date that was in less than 2 months that would never do, the plans for such an event simply take months.

But Marsha and I were not going to budge on it. Marsha wanted to go away from all we had grown up around. We wanted a small home in the suburbs; she wanted to be a house wife and we didn’t want to wait. We were in love.

We didn’t get the small intimate wedding we wished for instead we had 1000 guests and whole spread in a magazine whose name I don’t care to remember, but it didn’t matter we where married.

When we turned our back to our families’ life styles nothing was said. Our small 5 bedroom 4 bath home in the suburbs was bought with little complains from Marsha’s mother. Though they couldn’t understand why we searched what they called a “mediocre” lifestyle they let us be. It was better to have a son who was a teacher and lived in the suburbs than to have a son who was always on the gossip and scandal pages. Not that I ever would be.

Our honey moon was spent in India we had a wonderful time. When we came home after 3 weeks, Marsha gave me the best news I could ever received, she was pregnant.

I have to truly say that everything I have wanted from live has come true. Marsha loves being at home she bakes the best apple pie ever and is not only my wife but my lover and best friend, our baby girl was born healthy and happy.

I’m a teacher and today is my first day. At 21 I feel like I’ve made it.

When I walk downstairs I can smell fresh coffee and eggs. Victoria is sitting in her high chair banging a plastic spoon. I kiss her head and sit down, I don’t want to be late for work, but I have time to eat with my family.

Luciano

I don’t want to wake up. I don’t, I don’t, and I don’t. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck stupid school, stupid morning, stupid end of summer, hell stupid fall. Stupid me for staying up ‘til 4am with my friends.

Fuck this I’m not going, I’m not going. AHHH! Fucking alarm clock!

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Yeah so finally my mother came to my room and got me out of bed; trust me I did my best not to let her win. But she then threatend to make me take the school bus for the rest of the year if I didn’t get up. She also started going on and on about how irresponsible I am and how my friends are good for nothing and she can’t understand how… blah, blah, blah. I walked into my bathroom and shut the door when she started on how my grades better be good this year.

I locked my bathroom door and laid my head against the sink, really uncomfortable but I just wanted to sleep a bit more. I closed my eyes just for a minute …mmm sleep. Fuck!! What the hell was that!! A loud thumping noise followed by my mother’s voice she probably threw something at the door.

“I want to hear the water running!!” Fuck. If you think I got into the shower and woke up, you have never spent a night out with my friends. I fell back asleep against the shower wall with the warm water hitting my body.

By the time my mother got me out of the bathroom I had 5 minutes to make it to school on time. I sniffed threw the cloths on my floor trying to find something to wear my mother walked in while I was sniffing a t-shirt and of course her mouth started again.

“What a mess. I can’t believe you’re my son I have never been this messy. I’m sure I taught you better. When I come home tonight I expect it to be clean” her ramblings just made me dress faster. I grabbed my sun glasses from my night stand and left the house while she was still rambling about how my clean and dirty cloths where all mixed up.

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I was like 10 minutes late to school. At least my mom had gone to the sophomore’s parent orientation thing and gotten my schedule other wise I would have to run by the office before heading to my first period and that just would be hell, the stupid secretary hates me and she is not someone I want to see this morning.

I see a lot of kids running by me to their classes I don’t see the point I’m already 10 minutes late what difference will running to my class really do?

Okay great first period is fucking Algebra, fuck that’s in the second floor. Okay while I make my way up the stupid stares. I’ll tell you a bit about me I’m a sophomore though I think I already mentioned that.

My parents are divorced and I really don’t see much of my dad. I really could care less. My mom though she is a fucking nagging machine, is more of a push over than dad so I get away with a lot more shit. I’m a regular teenager desperate to get out of high school and with very few things on my mind: sex, fun and more sex and fun.

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A/N: Hopefully my grammar has improved since I don't have a beta, but I did read over it a few times. Please tell me what you think