Does anyone else remember that old legend about how when you meet the one you're destined to be with, you are supposed to hear the bells ring?

"Welcome, class, to English –you may call me Mr. Page, I'll be your teacher for the year." A man said as he walked into the room. He had short brown hair and brown eyes and was 28 years old. There was nothing special about him, only that he was new in the school.

A young girl, 17 years old, with black hair and tanned skin turned around from her friend to look at the new teacher. As soon as she laid her brown eyes on him, the bell rang.

"Oh, I guess that means class starts…"

My name is Aira T. Roulin, and this is my story...