Sensei And Me Novels & Stories

I noticed he had been following us with a lady for a while. “That’s our nanny.” Isna chipped in and I nodded once more. “Are you ready for the father-teacher game?” The new guy asked. I chuckled and nodded. I didn't even know one thing about the game but I was here to take my mind off Lena, to think about something that wasn't her. “The name is Lans, what is yours?”He asked, while the nanny walked over to take the kids away. “No… I want to stay with daddy!” Isna screamed, fighting not to go back.

He set a syllabus in front of me, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. While he stood up there lecturing I tried to concentrate on the words he was saying. It was probably the most difficult lesson I have sat through. All I could do was watch him. He moved so smoothly across his little stage. It was mesmerizing. He would look at me too, or I thought he was. Did I want him to? What is wrong with me, this man is my teacher, he is probably old enough to be my father. I just turned 20 this year. He is probably at least 45. "Iris, what philosopher did I tell the class was my favorite in college?" He smirked at me. What an ass. Did he know how distracted I was by him? I frantically looked d

my uncle said, placing one of his hands on his chest as he struggled to speak. At least I have taught him a little lesson. I wish they came a little later so maybe I would have been able to paralyze him. I had to wait and let them complete the so-called discussion. I really wasn't in the mood for that, all I wanted to do was go back home and take care of Rosey. I wonder if she is alright. This uncle of mine clearly doesn't know what I am capable of doing just yet but soon he will know. "Okay Lord Ethane, that's all we can do for you for now." One of the members said as he stood up from his seat.

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.