Teacher Lemon Story Novels & Stories

And frankly, you look exhausted. "I've just been tired— "Lydia." His tone was soft. "I've been teaching for twenty years. I know when a student is struggling. What's going on?" Everything. Nothing. A secret relationship with my teacher that's destroying me from the inside out. An investigation that can ruin both our lives. A psychotic girl who wants to take everything from me. "Just personal stuff," I said. "I'm handling it." "Are you? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're drowning."

“…beautiful and weak little bat…” ‘Why do I feel like he’s talking about us?’ “…they’ll clip its wings and make sure it’s all that’s left of it.” The bell rang as soon as he finished his statement and students were already on their feet, shuffling out of the classroom. Dexter stole an apple from a student and bit on it as he left the class, still keeping his dangerous eyes on me. Liam looked nervously over to my side but Leah rolled her eyes and pushed him outside.

Everything which happens, I was handling it in my way. But one day I went to school like a normal day to attend same boring lectures as always. But I'm not interested in them. Why should I study and plan for a better future when no body cares. Besides my parents got a lot of money. But for their so called reputation I've to come to school. I came and saw that same teacher what's her name? 'Mrs. Stitch or Mrs. Smith' whatever! So she was teaching her boring lecture in her annoying voice like always. Can't she teach while being mute, there is no need to open that mouth of hers.

At this point, I think it’ll be years before I can go back to teaching. “No. I still haven’t figured things out.” “What about your foundation?” Letty asks, sipping her lemonade. “What foundation?” They tell me everything, taking turns to explain things to me. By the time I’m done, I’m shocked at all the progress I've made. I remember feeling sorry for a boy in my class and wishing I could help him. Turns out I birthed an idea and saw it through.

"He talked for two hours straight on the drive home. He told me all about the Lego castle, a little boy named Toby who shared his crackers, and how Miss Davies let him be the line leader when they walked to the cafeteria. He fell asleep right in the middle of explaining how a telescope works." Julian let out a low, rumbling chuckle. He reached down, his large, gentle hand carefully brushing a stray lock of hair away from Leo’s forehead. "I told you he would love it. He’s a smart kid, Elena. He’s going to run that school in a few weeks."

Because FA is much more expensive than becoming a teacher. It's really good and the Hernandez couple is very kind. I have never been scolded. I do my job well. Luckily for me, someone came to pick me up at school! And madam actually enrolled me in a private school. Oh see? Luxurious! "This is your tea madam." I said. Madam is in the office and reading papers. "Thanks Zella, dear..." she took a sip to the tea at the same time. Then she looked at me. "How is your studies?” she asked.

Winking at her as I entered the almost full classroom. "Why should I pay?" she moaned, sitting on our regular bench. I put my bag next to hers. "Because you want to know the story." I grinned at her making her frown and narrow her eyes. Just then the teacher entered and all conversations died. After 15 minutes of listening to electromagnetic force and some horny attracted particles that cause it, I heard Simone grumble softly. "One scoop." "Two." "One." "Fine." I huffed. "But with toppings."

She made her demand while staring directly at me, while I walked over to the guy with the glasses. "If you give me your name, I can let you out of here." I explained quickly. "We've got keeeeeeys!" Poppy cheerfully exclaimed, thrusting the key ring out from her back, causing the guy to laugh awkwardly again. "I didn't mean to be put on the spot like this, but my name's Joseph Lombardo, I'm the Ultimate History Teacher." While Poppy hurried to give him his key, Liam chimed in. "History teacher? You do not look a year over Eighteen, how are you a teacher?"

“I would have married you there too. Anyway, I’m hungry.” Teacher Greg chuckled then guided her towards the table. “Okay, wait, I’ll just get the desert inside the house. Don’t go anywhere.” The pang inside her chest grew even stronger when she was reminded of the task at hand. “I’m really sorry, Sir Greg.” Steffy drew a small pack of white powder then poured it into the teacher’s glass that was half-filled with red wine. ‘Poison will make it less painful.’ “Hey, here’s for dessert! Macaroons! And I cooked the steak myself,” Teacher Greg smilingly said as he approached the table again. He then noticed Steffy’s silence. “Are you okay, Miss Rivera?”

The course should have finished thirty minutes ago, but Mr. Toto just left the classroom now. And it succeeded in inviting curses and grumbles from the students. Including me. "Crazy is a lecturer if you already talk like forgetting how to stop. It's a lecturer who corrupts time. Plus, he changed the schedule from the afternoon. Uh, annoying!" I said. "Never mind, let's eat first. I'm so hungry, sorry for the worm in my stomach for holding concerts for hours."