Teacher Feet Stories Novels & Stories

I sobbed in his chest, worried. "Moved away!" Our principal screamed, but it went on deaf ears. The students were eager to be near Gian. I winced when someone stepped on my feet; it was so painful. It's the heel of her shoes. I pulled my feet, but my shoe came off in the process. I removed my other shoe, hoping no one would step on my feet. I'm sure it would be painful without my shoes on. Gian is slowly moving. I don't know where he is going, maybe to the exit and I moved with him.

My fingers are painted with the warm wetness of my blood as I try to stop the bleeding. "Baby," Kaleb falls beside me, his trembling hands reaching out for my foot. I hissed and he froze, looking at me worriedly. The P.E teacher was beside us and some of the concerned students surrounded us too. " What happened?" The teacher demanded, his eyes scanning the field for any signs of the culprit. "Something sharp," I wince clutching my foot and Kaleb quickly lifts me into his arms, his eyes also in search of the culprit. Then his eyes narrowed on the spot my foot had just been on and his jaw clenched.

I just need to present the ideas we might need in establishing this project. “Celeste,” I flinched when I felt something cold near my face; I turned my gaze up and saw one of the kid’s mom was holding a cup, “Here, take this; it will help your body heals your swollen feet,” my forehead creased when I looked at my ankle, it was really swollen. I wonder why I didn’t feel it. “Thanks,” I mumbled and looked in front again; I heard her sitting beside me. I don’t know how to open a topic; I didn’t know her, and the same goes for her.

Then somehow we drift into talking about jobs, and I tell him about the time I worked at a call center and had someone scream at me for twenty minutes about their cable bill, and he tells me about the summer he worked construction and accidentally put a nail through his shoe. “Did it go through your foot?” I ask, wincing. “Just barely missed. But I had to walk around the rest of the day with a nail sticking out of my boot because we were on a deadline.” “That’s horrifying.” “It was character building.” I laugh and it feels good, feels normal, feels like I’m not constantly bracing for the next disaster. We keep talking—childhood stories, embarrassing moments, things we believed as kids that w

“Who helped you with this wrap? It’s done too neat for campus first aid.” “Some girl in psych class, Lauren, the one who shares notes sometimes. She saw me limping and wouldn’t shut up until she played nurse. Annoying as hell, but it helped a little.” I roll my eyes hard, hoping it sells the story. “God, you’re acting like I broke it on purpose just to piss you off. Can we just go home? Your kid’s doing cartwheels in here and my foot feels like it’s twice its size.”

And here I have a plan, specifically I broke the heel of my shoes to avoid my fate. "Zhenya. I'm ready. Did you bring your written test with you?" My teacher asks me, and I show off my broken shoe. "I'm sorry. Accidentally stumbled and here is, what a misunderstanding!" He looks at me thoughtfully, and then turns to our Secretary, who wears outfits, as if preparing for a fashion show. " Lisa, help out my student! Her heel is broken, no spare shoes? Zhenya, what size do you wear?" I'm shocked at his ingenuity.

Later that same night, students gathered around the campfire that was on the beach, listening to their teachers tell them stories about their childhood. Some were funny and others were gross - like the story of how they met their loved ones. Out of the five teachers, there were only four who gave their stories, excluding one which was Miss Hera. "Miss Hera, you haven't said anything yet. What about your love story or don't you have one?" Josh brought her out from the dark.

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

"Let me make this clear ahead of time. We're all family, so no money. Tonight we're playing for something spicier. Whoever loses has to get serviced orally." I didn't expect them to play so openly. But I figured they were probably just joking. We started shuffling the tiles noisily. Whether on purpose or by accident, Susan kept brushing her hand against mine. At the same time, Ariana, sitting right next to me, secretly stretched out her stocking-clad little foot and slid it from my ankle all the way up to my thigh, teasing me relentlessly. That glasses-wearing teacher really was a slut. Just as she kept advancing toward my danger zone, I caught her little foot. The stocking felt soft and smo

Chapter 14 – Disobedience and Anger It has been four days already that I am learning how to walk on high heels. I am still struggling but I am getting a grasp of it now, and Finary made we try to wear and walk all my high heels, though sometimes I get out of balance especially when I walk down the stairs I have to hold on the banister, and when I try to walk fast I get distracted, but at a normal pace I can actually do it already with a proper posture. She always reminds me not to look down and slouch, to always lift my head up high. Finary is such a very strict teacher, she would constantly glare at me when she is tired of scolding me verbally. However, she is also patient, very patient at