Miraculous Ladybug Teacher 소설 & 이야기

grinning with friendly, welcoming eyes. I smiled and replied, “Hey, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Lily Johnson.” I could tell that she had a bubbly, energetic personality. I know we can be good friends. Before she could say anything else our teacher arrived. We could not say anything now so sat straight again facing the teacher. She said, “Good morning class, as you all know or if you don’t then let me introduce myself, my name is Miranda Cooper and you will call me Mrs. Copper.” smiling at us looking around. She was an old lady with nearly gray hair and a wrinkled face.

"Been there, done that." But then, why was I still staring at the section with such interest? Maybe because I haven't been horizontal in a while or was it the thought that I won't be for a long while to come? Whatever the reason, I was still staring transfixed at the cover of the closest book in my line of sight. A picture of the curve of a woman's back in a red hue titled The Devil's my New Teacher by Ms. OG. I picked up the book and added it to the pile in my hand. Oh well.

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

From him? Brent recovers first. "We’re the best students!" he crows. A girl in the front row turns in her seat, away from her friend, flashing Jace a coy smile. "That’s because we had the best teacher," she says, her tone dripping with admiration—and something more. My head has never turned faster.

I felt like a tiny fish in a vast ocean, but I was determined to find my place. On my first day of classes, I walked into Elemental Magic with a flutter of nerves. The classroom was spacious, with windows that opened to a stunning view of the grounds, and the air crackled with energy. The teacher, a tall woman with flowing hair the color of flames and eyes that shimmered like embers, introduced herself as Professor Pyra.

The hefty, barrel-chested History teacher stopped short, his already florid cheeks purpling even more as he took in the chaotic sight. "Miss Miranda!" "Miss Yuria!" His blustering tones cracked like a whip as he focused on the perpetrators. "Release those young ladies this instant and explain yourselves!" For a brief time, it appeared that Miranda might dig in her heels and refuse the teacher's intervention. Her clean features distorted into an ugly grimace, and her grasp on Lila's hair tightened violently until the mute girl wailed. Then, just as swiftly, the mutinous fury subsided into calm, lazy apathy. Miranda shoved Lila away from her with a contemptuous shove, tossing her raven hair ca

A tinkling noise sounds overhead and I glance at Melanie. "Second period- Magical theory." She picks up her books. I follow her lead. But the next class has a soft-spoken teacher with shimmering wings. I dose off several times with their hypothesis if using a red flower versus a yellow one would change a love spell into a friendship one. I'm not planning on doing magic or spells or anything. Third period is Hexes and Spells. A woman with a bright yellow dress and dark braids steps up to the board. "So today, we'll discuss how to remove a hex. And you all read chapter thirteen yesterday?"

' moaned Maria, emerald eyes prickling with tears of happiness. Breakfast only lasted for an hour, and afterward, the students carried themselves outside to where they met another teacher. 'Another teacher I do not know. She must belong to the fourth grade batch of teachers that tagged along for the trip.' This new teacher gave off a gloomy presence, voice flat. The students following behind her stopped whenever she would point and describe the merits of magical plants.

“CENT, HEY GIRLIE!” The faint familiar voice of Matilda stood out amidst the buzzing noise in the hallway. After the three-hour lecture led by the crazy teacher, Asmodeus the Lustful. Instead of using her butterflies, Cent decided to walk and manifest her real form. Upon remembering what those students said during the class of History of Demonic Arts, Cent realized that being the conventional nobody would surely lead to her untimely death.

she finished flashing me a million dollar smile shaking my hand. “Maya this is our new principal Miss James and…” Miranda was about to trail of but the principal cut her to it. “Call me Belinda” she released my hand. Her hands were warm and welcoming. She looked at me deeply in the eyes like she was fazed by something. “Do I have something on my face?” I asked feeling a little insecure. “No, no just that…mmmmhhhhhhh, never mind. How are the classes I heard it is your first time teaching older students” she continued to pry.