Inspiration

He heard her infectious laughter before he caught a glimpse of her.
Involuntarily his bruised mouth allows small smile.
She moves accross the room, bids everyone goodmorin'.
He closes his eyes, allowing her kind voice to enclose him.
Writing his assgiment from the board he grimaces as the pain shoots up his arm.
Mistake. He can feel her coming towards him.
He crouchs lower in set. Puts on his tough guy attitude.
She stops infront of his desk.
He refuses to acknowledges her presence.
She simply hands back his lab report, fleetingly she lays her hand gently on his shoulder.
He stuffs his report in his bag another A wont help rep.
He makes a wiseass crack to his friends about teachers.
Her hand print was still burning on his shoulder.

Another day ends, yet agian he fought and has detention.
She is getting ready to leave, she looks up to see him looking at her.
He looks away.
He wills her to go away.
She moves towards him.
No, he doesnt her too, he cant talk about it.
She doesnt talk, only handing him a package.
Agian her hand on his shoulder, it was all he can do from breaking down.
He stops staring at the wall when she leaves the room.
Ripping open the package he finds filled out applications and reference letters.
Scholarships? A way out from under his fathers alcoholic rages?
Reluctant tears escape from his eyes.