My Assignment Leads To Love by Marty Murphy at Inkitt

Story Notes

There is a specific kind of pressure that comes with being the “new kid”—a desperate, quiet hunger to be noticed, to be understood, and, most importantly, to be valued by the person sitting at the front of the classroom. For young Beth, that person is Mrs. Echols. Armed with nothing but a fountain pen and a world of pent-up imagination, Beth doesn't just want to pass her English assignment; she wants to craft a masterpiece that demands approval. What follows isn’t just a simple homework submission—it’s a four-part gateway into the mind of a girl trying to find her place, one story at a time.

Summary

As the new girl in English class, I knew I had one shot to prove I wasn't just another face in the back row: Mrs. Echols' "Original Story" assignment. I didn’t want an A; I wanted to be unforgettable. So, I pushed myself. I didn't just write one story—I built a portfolio of four, pouring my wildest imagination onto the page. I’m finding more than just an A+—I’m finding a partner in the chaos, and a love that wasn’t written in the blueprint.

Genre: Young Adult

Author: Marty Murphy

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 7

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

Chapter 1 - New to School

I think that I was always an overachiever but now I was the new girl in English class. I had just moved here. Since this was my Senior year, I knew I had one shot to prove I wasn't just another face in crowd: Mrs. Echols' "Original Story" assignment. I didn’t just want an A+; I wanted to be unforgettable.

Of course, I was trying to make a good impression with my English teacher. When she asked us all to write an original story for class, I went the extra mile to secure a top grade by developing a portfolio of four original stories. While I know this is more work than what was asked, I was incredibly passionate about earning an excellent grade. It was a proactive step.

I rolled the stories up and put them in individual bottles. These I put into a small carrying case. I had found my father's brief case and it was perfect for the job. It was also easy for me to carry to school.

I explained to the teacher that I had written four short stories. She told me that she was pleased with my enthusiasm and that I could be the first to read them to the class. This was exactly what I'd hoped for. I was getting in my teacher's good graces.

Upon getting in front of the class, I pulled my first story out and pulled the tape off of the top of the bottle. I distinctly heard a very low scream with a female voice. It somewhat unnverved me. However I opened the bottle to pull out and unroll the story. As I did, I thought that something jumped out of the bottle and ran to the back of the room. I never saw what though. Actually I was unsure if it was my imagination. I always have had an active imagination.

Confused, I unrolled the tale and read my first piece. It was about a story of a young girl who stole from her mother and ran away from home.

As I read this story a girl in the back of the room began crying. Softly at first but finally uncontrollably. At that moment, I had to stop. She began to shake and the teacher had another student remove her from the class. She then had me continue with my reading.

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