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Forbidden Love Intro

"Harper!" Harper's mother called from the bottom of the stairs. 
With an annoyed huff, Harper got up from her bed. She crossed the 
cream colored carpet, and opened the white door to her room.
"What?" Harper yelled back, sticking her head out of her door. 
"I'm going to the parent-teacher conference, come down and lock 
up after I leave!" She said, as Harper climbed down the stairs 
her tone quieted.
"Okay," She said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Ms. Larson, 
dressed in a flowing white dress and her blonde curls tied up in 
a loose bun on top of her head, smiled at Harper.
"Be good. Don't an-"
"Don't answer the door for anybody, don't invite anyone over, and 
most importantly don't try to cook." Harper said, her voice flat. 
She laughed, and kissed her forehead.
"That's my girl." Ms. Larson left, and she locked up after her. 
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After ten minutes, Harper decided to call up her friend Robin 
Abott. She grabbed the wireless phone from the kitchen and took 
it to the living room. She plopped down on the couch and 
stretched out comfortably. 
"Hey Harper,' she said, her voice a little bit nervous.
Harper chuckled, "Scared for the conferences?"
"Yes!" Robin said a bit too loudly, "Oh god, what if Mr. Jackson 
tells my parents about Logan and I? And about the time I got 
caught chewing gum, or the time-"
"Robin!" Harper interjected, smiling at a pillow lying at her 
feet. "Take a deep breath. Ready? Inhale," They both took overly 
dramatized breaths, "and exhale." they both sighed, and Harper 
sunk a little lower into the cool leather couch.
"First, Robin, you are seventeen years old. Your parents can't 
tell you who to date. Plus, I don't think Mr. Jackson cares about 
your relationships." Harper said, her lips quirking upward as her 
favorite teachers name rolled off her tongue.
"I heard that smile! You like him still? Jeez girly, he may be a 
fine piece of man but you have to get over him! How old is he 
anyway?"
"Twenty-eight" I mumbled, causing Robin to laugh, "It's not 
funny! Besides, I know that it'll never happen."
While Robin continued to laugh, Harper thought about Mr. Jackson. 
While he was perfect on the outside, lightly tanned skin, shaved 
face, full lips that he always gnawed on when he got distracted, 
big chocolate brown eyes that were covered by little black 
glasses, jet black curls that he kept in a ponytail and not to 
mention his lean build and sultry, silky voice, he was one of the 
most intellectual people she knew. Harper like the conversations 
they had, while purely academic. She prided herself with the 
knowledge that no other student was able to knock down the wall 
that Mr. Jackson hid himself behind.
'Meh,' Harper thought, 'He's shy, I'm shy,'
"Harper... Harper! I'M HANGING UP!" Robin yelled, then slammed 
the phone down. It took a few seconds for her to realized that 
Robin had hung up. Sighing, she got up, put the phone on the 
table, and headed for the shower.
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"/Ding-dong!/"
"Coming! I'm coming!" Harper yelled, rushing down the stairs in 
nothing but a towel. Forgetting completely about her mother's 
rules while she was away, she stood at the door.
"Hello, Miss Larson. I see that you're not fully, ehm, clothed." 
A silky voice said. Harper looked up at the face of Mr. Jackson, 
flushing.
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Author's notes!: While I did say that you guys would have to 
pick, I just had this little ploy bunny hopping around my head 
and just had to write it out. So, here it is! Reviews would be 
nice, and I'm sorry if it's a little rusty, I haven't written 
anything of this sort in a very long time. Oh! And if my 
description of Mr. Jackson isn't clear, imagine him circa 1988 
with little black glasses. Thanks for reading! ~Carly

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