Loving Mr. Brantley

YEARS

they were, they were able to start the process of becoming whole again. Ally glided the brush through her hair once more, riding the few knots that were left in her auburn hair. Her hair had grown over the Summer. She had made the mistake of cutting it before her junior year of high sc

ough to see Cody's fit silhouette getting into his vehicle. She longed for the moment she would be able to touch him again, images of his smile seared into her mind. It had been three months since they had met one another and no time felt like en

at she would wear and often found herself the laughing stock of the popular click. She refused to allow herself to be at the bottom of the totem pole at this new school, especially since it was

before school started she had slipped away with him to the empty field behind their houses, intertwining fingers as they watched the nig

the corridor to her first class of the day-algebra. She had been lucky enough to receive a school tour on registration day. Right as she turned the corner of the hall, the bell rang. She picked up her pace and pulled open the door to her class a few moments after the bell rang. She found herself frozen at the door in embarras

ce of chalk in hand. Behind him, the board re