Teacher Novels & Stories

Grayson asked. Jenson replied, “Don’t find excuses for your own ignorance.” Storm tugged at Grayson’s sleeve. “If we can’t answer, I highly doubt this teacher they find can either.” Baby Robbie smiled charmingly in response. “This teacher of ours is all-knowing and all-capable, though.” “Cut the nonsense and just tell me who it is. I’d like this to meet such a divine entity as well,” Grayson spoke impatiently. Baby Robbie replied, “I’ll only say it once. The teacher’s name is Miss G.”

I had a worst hangover ever. "Jess, wake up, look, the new professor is here!" Hannah woke me up from my day-dream again. Seriously, I need to stop doing that! Oh God, no. Please no! No. It can't be! No! "Hello everyone, I am Mike Dupont, your new Latin teacher. I hope we will understand perfectly." He smiled like he smiled to me the other day and you could hear quiet moaning sounds coming from every girl in this class. What is he doing here? Who is this guy?

I paused, then added carefully, "Though I suppose people would be careful not to get caught if they were doing something wrong." Mrs. Chen's eyes sharpened. "That's true. Have you noticed any teachers and students spending unusual amounts of time together? Meeting after hours, perhaps?" "Lots of teachers stay late to help students. Mr. Peterson does math tutoring, Coach Williams has practice, Ms. Rodriguez runs the debate club." "What about the English department? My heartbeat quickened, but I kept my face impassive. "Mr. Hales is new this year. He seems nice. Good teacher." "Have you noticed him

If he only doesn't recognize that I even exist then my game plan is perfect until I finish here. The teacher walks inside and my eyes just widened out from my sockets. I literally was shocked to see him. He stands before the entire class and he has gotten even manlier and really handsome. He was wearing a white polo that was tucked inside his black skinny jeans paired with his shiny black leather shoes. He looks at us and I'm sure he spotted me cos his eyebrows shoot up. "Good morning everyone." He says. He moved his eyes to me. "I'm Prof. Kingsgrove and I'm your subject teacher for this semester and it's a pleasure to see new f

His curly hair sits in a small Afro on his head and his face does look newly shaved. He drops his bag on the desk and starts with the introduction. "Hello. My name is Steve Harper and I'm your Social studies, Economics, teacher. I'm new here and I guess most of you aren't . But in time, I might get to know all of you if you let me." he says, pacing back and forth in front of the desk,his hands crossed behind him.

PROFESSOR AND STUDENT Pinkie Anderson, was that rebellious student that always comes late to classes, sleeps during classes and talks down on teachers when they try to punish her. Every teacher avoided getting in her way or even trying to talk to her. Not until Professor Julian, a new Biology teacher came to their school. He's heard so much about Pinkie and how she was avoided, but Julian wasn't one to tolerate shits from anyone, not even from the hottest girl in the school, Pinkie.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

He mumbled, placing a folded sheet of paper in my palms. "What am I to do with it sir?" "It's to tell you which teacher has been assigned to you during the course of this programme." "Can I open it?" I enquired impatiently. "Of course, you can." There was only one name on my lips, as I unfolded the paper. Miss Ellen. I badly wanted it to be her, but life had to disappoint again. My fingers trembled as I opened the paper, and stared confusedly at it. This wasn't Ellen, instead it read 'Principal Walter'.

On New Year’s Eve, the girlfriend who had promised to go home with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, my close friend, Logan, sent two voice notes. “Bro, your girl is mine now! “You have no idea. Ever since we were kids, my dad only ever listens to her. One word from her is worth more than a hundred from me! It works great, I love it, and I’ll definitely use it again!” At exactly midnight, as fireworks exploded outside the window, Chloe called me, laughing. “You have no idea. Thank God I came over! Mr. Creston looked like he was ready to beat Logan up–” “Chloe,” I interrupted her. “Do you remember that my parents have been waiting to have dinner with you?” Silence fell on the other