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He was always — always outdoors too. I sent a text to indicate that I was back. Brielle was the first to reply. “Yo, girl!” “Hey, teacher.” “Shut up. My students treat me better than you do.” “Yes, maybe because they are your students.” “Goofer!” “Hush. Thanks for Granny Carys.” “Hush.” “Don’t use my line against me, you imposter!” “Hush. Where in the hell is Gabe?” “Look who's the teacher! Language!”

Agatha wiggled her hips, making the loose dress billow a little. “I can't, I'm super tired from the trip and tomorrow I have classes. "Didn't they tell you?" There are no classes tomorrow, a teacher died and most will go to his funeral. "What teacher?" Something settled on my chest. “He wasn't with us, he was someone else who was already older. "Hmm good." "Come on, Agatha. Don't be bitter “my friend insisted” Just for a while , even if it is, I have so much to tell you.

"Sit down before the devil comes!" I whisper-yelled to Gail who was pacing around the room in order to get a good signal on her phone. You are correct if you assumed that we were currently in history class and the teacher of the hour was, indeed, Mr. Pozwich, the lord of darkness himself. Gail huffed and sprang over to me, her seat being to the left of mine after all. She huffed and sat on her chair, violently tapping the screen of her phone where the resend button was. She cussed and dropped the object in frustration, absolutely done with trying.

The professor’s voice cracked as sweat trickled down his temple. “The Rains,” Gillow continued, stepping closer with an ominous calm, “became 80% shareholders of the school’s board over the decades. And I…” He allowed himself a faint, chilling smile. “I am the founder of the prestigious Homeland Scholarship Scheme. The very one you claimed you could deny a deserving student you’re supposed to be guiding.” The professor’s mouth opened and closed, words failing him. Arda, who had been anxiously watching, was just as stunned. She stared at Gillow, her mind racing to process this revelation.

that I have avsolutely no clue as to what it means and believe me, it's fucking frustrating. Thankfully, the teacher chooses that time to come in. She is new, or maybe I just haven't seen her before. She looks young, but through the depts of her golden lined eyeballs, somehow I see that she is not that young. The air surrounding her exudes wisdom and don't ask me how u can tell. "Good day class. I am Doctor Carla Manderly, A Lykae Therapist, but unfortunately I will be your new Lykae history teacher from now on."

The teacher spoke. "Why are you still standing there rooted to a spot? Go get the textbook already, I don't have much time left." The teacher yelled at Dahila. "Right away ma'am." Dahila went to her bag and brought out the textbook and explained the poem to the teacher's taste without leaving out a single bit of information. "Now, that's what I'm talking about. Someone finally has proven to be a scholar even amongst dullards. I'm so impressed Dahila. Keep up the good work. I'll see you guys next week." The teacher said and left the class beaming with smiles.

“You must be Mrs. Gallo and Lauren.” My mom blushes fiercely, and smiles. “Yes. Hi. You’re Headmaster Astrella?” He nods. “I am very happy to have you here on the faculty, Mrs. Gallo. Teaching eleventh grade history. You’re in for a treat. Our students are some of the brightest in the country. And I am sure that Lauren will be a credit to the institution. I hear that the Olympics are in your future, Miss Gallo.” I blush. “Hopefully, yes.”

There was a knock on the door before Mr Gregg the principal poked his head in. “Mr Gallagher can I have a word please?”. As soon as the door closed and Mr Gallagher was out of sight the chatter picked up. “I can’t believe he did that to you”. “It happens”. I shrugged. “What a dick”. It was strange to hear her swear. She always seemed so pleasant. “You deserve better Leah and you’ll get it”. “I hope so”. I opened my notepad ready to start jotting down some notes when the door to the classroom opened. “Miss Wilson a word please and bring your stuff”.

“I think it’s time we find a teacher for him.” “A teacher?” Initially, Lily was enjoying the shoulder massage Alexander was giving her, but the mention of a teacher made her suddenly turn her head, pulling on a particular muscle of hers. “Ouch! That hurt!” “You need to stop turning your head back so suddenly!” Alexander quickly massaged her neck to soothe her pain and reprimanded her in feigned anger, “You’re going to get hurt.” “I’m not sure if that would hurt me every time, but your words did shock me! Galen is still a baby! Why do you need to find a teacher for him?”

Sheila is gas stove. "Go to class first, Miss." Someone who made me fall, and do whatever, now against me, it feels so foreign. I looked at the back of Gerald, who was wearing the white uniform. I want to hug him. I want to tell him anything, and I want to kiss him. Can I think of him as my lover? I teach in class X. When heading to class, I purposely pass Gerald's course. There are religious lessons, and the devil scribbles lazily on his book without listening to what the teacher explains. I miss him.