|Teacher, Will You Marry Me?
Author: AnAlias PM
A young girl proposes...to her first grade teacher. Warning: Sappy.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 629 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2991849
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Teacher, Will You Marry Me?
The young girl waited anxiously as her teacher was saying good-be to the other students. She kept swaying back and forth as was her nervous habit until the last student (a girl she couldn't help but notice) left.
Now they were alone.
Her teacher looked at her smiling, his soft brown eyes happy, but a little curious.
"Well, hello there, little lady. I'm sure going to miss you over the summer. You were a fantastic student." The "little lady" in question, blushed. She had tried extra hard this year, to capture his attention. And he'd helped so much every time she was stuck and made her laugh whenever she was having a bad day. Taking in a deep breath and straightening her posture she looked directly into his eyes
It's now or never. She thought to herself.
Getting out the small toy ring she had (it'd do for now) she got down on both her knees and looked up at him seriously. She noticed his eyes had widened, considerably.
"Sir, um, teacher will you marry me?" There was a long silence. It seemed as if time itself had stopped, as her teacher looked down at the six-year-old, utterly baffled. Finally he caught his breath saying,
"Uh, look I...I'm flattered, b-but I can't marry you." He didn't laugh at her or make fun. He simply showed her his left hand where she could see a gold band around the third one. "I'm already married, see? And besides-"
The girl, sighing, interrupted with,
"You're too old." The man blinked. Then chuckled softly.
"I would say you're too young, but sure we'll go with that." He said. Turning serious he bent down to her level, looking in her eyes. "I do care about you though and I think you have the intelligence to take yourself as far as you-"
"Oh please," She cut in. Normally she was more polite, but she was hurt and mortified. "That's fucking bullshit." She was proud to know those words. She heard her dad say them whenever they went to the market and he saw raised prices. And the kids thought she was cool for saying it infront adults occasionally.
"Do not say those words, young lady. Those are for when you're with all your little friends not for me or for this school." Inspite of his stern tone, she was glad he'd not told her to never say them ever. It was another reason she liked him.
Feeling a pang of sadness suddenly, she said,
"I'm sorry...Well I guess this is good-bye forever. Thank-you for helping me so much sir. I'll miss you." She fought back tears.
"Oh, honey, I'm gonna miss you too." Without thinking then, the little girl wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. Her teacher hesitated then returned gentley in kind. They stayed that way for a moment until he patted her back and let her go. "You run off now. And be a good girl." Giggling the girl responded with,
It was not total bullshit.
She was a good girl (most of the time) and she did go off to have a productive career and a husband, plus kids. She thought back on her teacher once in awhile, laughing with her mother and father about it.
She still had the plastic ring she'd 'proposed' to him with. It reminded her of the carefree days of her childhood and served as a wonderful nostalgia trigger. As she looked around her house full of family photos, drawings and awards she thought to herself,
Nah, not total bullshit.