My Teacher Novels & Stories

She’s wearing very sexy but at least decent a clothes for a teacher. She smiled as she saw how many of her students were there. "Good afternoon everyone. I am Ms. Sheena. You can call me Ma'am Sheen if you want," she introduced herself while smiling. Emma clenched her fist when she remembered the first time she saw the teacher. She is the girl who is talking to Mr. Rayven last time. She didn’t even think that she would be her teacher today. She just glared at her, that the teacher immediately noticed, but decided to ignore. After a minute someone at the back of the class suddenly walked towards the front while his head was down.

"Yes sir, thank you-" "Who said you could make that decision, Mr Jameson. That's impractical, even for a man like you," the authoritative voice that was capable of making everyone stop and stare floated in as Zaire Langston Hughes walked into the podium. "I'm sorry, sir. I was just telling her the rules," Jameson said, even more unsure now as Zaire's scrutinizing expression flashed to everyone there.

It was a good thing that I wasn't late to my first class either since I was early for school anyways. The teacher was a Mrs. Schumacher and was married, had two children and it looked like another one on the way too, as she waddled into the classroom. Good morning everyone, good morning we all say. She looks and sees me, oh it looks like we have a new student will you please stand up and introduce yourself.

"You have anything to say or did you follow me all the way home just to get a nice view of my butt?" "Giving me ideas, are you?" He arched an eyebrow. "As I told you, I live here-" "School isn't over yet!" I snapped. "But my classes are." When I gave him a suspicious look, he continued, "I'm a trainee teacher, just out of college, so I don't have classes all day. Either morning sessions or afternoon ones and I'm done for the day. So then, your place or mine?" My jaw hit the pavement...retracted back...and then I exploded.

trying to assure me, I don’t care about these rumors because they don’t know me so it doesn’t matter to me what they think. But it would be better if they don’t do these things, so I am hoping what Kevin said is true. I just replied with an “if you say so” and then our maths teacher came and started teaching us. Thank god he didn’t ask me to introduce myself but that doesn’t make me like the teacher a lot or the subject.

"I–" "No! Let me guess this time. To look neat again?" I giggled, exposing my white tiny teeth. I winked and moved forward. "Naughty! You have missed a class." He hollered behind me. "Gosh!" That was my economics teacher. I was freed with anyone and loved by everyone. I am a lovable person, the envies are the ones that never saw my good side. "I must say. I am impressed. You are the celebrity in st. Anthonio."

my teacher said holding coach's face. Wait..... "I'm sorry...." Coach nodded and they hugged... Great... I wasn't only falling inlove with my teacher.. I was falling for coach's girlfriend.. This is fucken great!

This year is really gonna be the best year of my life. If you are wondering why I am telling that, it's because Mr. Finn is the ideal teacher one could ask for to achieve in English literature. His way of teaching is so different. He surely knows how to make his class interesting and great. "Sorry if I scared you Miss Anderson but I think it's time for me to start my class, so, would you mind taking a seat?" Mr. Finn asked after chuckling at my reaction. You see! I told you he is the best teacher.

he chuckled. I quickly removed the name tag, how long has it been there? I was like a fucking walking puppy with a name tag on it's collar all the while. " And here goes the teacher..." cruiz sighed boringly "not again" I grumbled. It was actually mrs Lincoln, again. I'm so gonna hate this. She gave me one long ugly look then proceeded to the chalk board. " Today we'll learn trigonometry four ..take out your stationery" she said scribbling roughly on the board.

Jordan groans, he was talking about the chemistry teacher and how he loved (still do) to bombard them with projects just because he hates his teaching job. "Back home my chemistry teacher was the nicest, she always seemed to understand that highschool really is hell for us." I smile, thinking back to Ms Miller as we walk into the cute Cafe Jordan brought us to. "Oh yeah? Why don't we have her hereeee?" He groans again, as we walk to a booth right at the corner of the Cafe just beside a window. I let out a laugh at that, drawing attention to us, "She would have been perfect." I sigh.