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Few minutes later... The female teacher"Miss Angela who was the history teacher entered into the classroom with a girl who is obviously a new student. The whole class opened their mouths agape due to how beautiful the girl is. Her beauty is almost on par with Mira.She has this cold look on her face yet ,The boys are drooling over the girl as her curves drive them crazy,But the girl scoffed with an indifferent expression on her face. "Good morning students,"Miss Angela said aloud.

Especially because of the amazing aura of this place, it gives me a home vibe. I was in the staff room, because my office is not in a state for me to enter. I've shifted, temporarily here for two days. I stood up and thought maybe I can go to my room. But I wasn't sleepy enough and looked at my watch, it was almost five in the evening when I suddenly made a plan to read the book. So, I proceeded towards the library, knowing the students won't be there as well. Joining school, I notice some minute details from the perspective of a teacher. The funniest one is the fact that all the girls always roam around me. There’s no better way to put it, but now I understand how male teachers feel. The in

Girls glance back at me, eyes wide with pity, but they hurry away, desperate to escape the line of fire. I turn slowly. He’s still down on the platform, flanked by teachers. His eyes pin me in place. “Here,” he snaps. He says it like I’m a dog. A chill races across my skin. I take a single step forward, then another, heels tapping on the floor like the countdown of a clock. The other teachers glance at me with uneasy expressions, but a single wave of the headmaster’s hand sends them scuttling away. The door slams shut behind the girls. The last teacher closes it with a heavy click.

Since it’s just the second day since school started, we have new teachers, and the introductions began again for the teachers, that is. “Hello, I’m introducing myself again. I’m Tiffany Abigail Medina. And I came from Trinity University.” The girl with the headband made out of pearls introduced herself. The teachers told us to keep getting along with the new students, including Jade and Kyril, but the two didn’t look like they were interested. Kyril’s only paying attention to Liliana, and Jade’s just staring at Kyros. Does Jade like Kyros?

The only girl I've ever fallen in love with got killed by someone who should be rotting in jail but is still walking around freely just because his parents are rich and powerful. I quickly read the math problem and begin solving it. This one is quite easy. Suddenly the door opens and someone enters our class. "Oh, excuse me!" The feminine voice says. I keep writing the answer to the math problem without attention to the student who has just entered our class. "Is this the math class with Mr. Clarke?" "Yes," I hear our teacher say. "You're the new student right? Noralyn Chase?" As soon as I hear the name my hand stops writing and my whole body freezes.

A person older than her, her mind reminded; A teacher. Realization dawned on her as she walked down the stairs to Reid's desk. She had sexually touched a teacher. Dreamed naughty things about his lips on hers, his fingers dancing on her skin. His big intimidating manhood in her. Maya brought her thighs together as her arousal made itself known.

Crazy, gossip girls. “Yes, I heard about it. I wonder how she did it. Look at her... She was so plain and boring...” “Right. And there are also rumors spreading about that girl who said something bad about Tyler to Freeda just to get our school bad boy’s attention.” “What a pathetic student.” “Excuse me?” I joined in their conversation. They aren’t even a bit surprised by my presence. “You know that I can hear your conversation, right?” I asked them.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

“Yes, thank you. If you have any questions please walk up to my desk to talk to me. Tasmine please head to the back of the classroom and see if there is a copy of the book in those boxes.” “Ok.” I do as I was told, walking past a group of girls they are giggling, they are the same ones that had been snickering, ah man really why do they need to be bitchy for, I found the boxes the teacher was talking about, as I open up the top box they talk loud enough for me to hear. “Didn’t take the new girl long to become Noah’s new fling.” Said the girl with dirty dark blonde messy hair, that is half up in a messy bun, with too much eyeliner on.

I put my phone back into my bag, my breath catching and I hooked my arm into Logan's, happy that life was returning to normal. “Do you guys know where the teachers' lounge is?” A voice asked us from behind. We twirled around and a beautiful woman stood before us. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back and she was wearing a tight fitted red dress which accentuated all her features. She had a perfect body, her hips curving into a small waist and boobs big enough for some students to stop and watch her. Her nails were painted blood red, matching her lipstick. Logan quickly let go of me and started stammering.