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I added finishing up the ice-cream. "That's really good of kaira. Wait I'm a high school principal, how about I be you personal tutor?" "What's a principal and tutor?" I asked not quiet understanding the terms. Kaira never taught them to me. "A principal is the head of a school," "Like head master?" I asked and he nodded "Yes like head master and a tutor is a teacher," "So why didn't you just say teacher?" I asked "Well because I'm used to the term tutor, so will you let me teach you?" He asked and I grinned nodding my head,

Horses are extremely intelligent beings, they can sense a person's character just by their touch. "Oh, Jesse! This is such a delight to us, you have no idea!" Kathleen inclined, giving Jesse a motherly hug. She had such a delicate frame, and stood just about to his shoulders. Her wavy white hair was cut short and neatly brushed to the side, framing her small face. She looked like the typical, sweet grandma who would sing lullabies and tell stories and adventures to her grandchildren, then bake them the most delicious, gooey chocolate chip cookies as a reward after a good afternoon nap. "You're such a sweet child to bother and come meet us up here." She complimented, effectively sending flutt

" Shruti left from there crying and Vivek followed her, staring at me. After they both left, I lowered my head, but I don't know why my tears are not stopping. I can't see anything. Everything has become blurry. I did not know that at that time two eyes were watching me, they were my teacher Mr. Aditya Khurana. He stood there and listened to everything and when the class ended, while going out Aditya Sir said to me "In my office" "Ok" was all I could say with a choked throat.

Sabrina wasn’t worth the trouble. As if on cue, the teacher entered the room. She had dark, straight hair that fell past her shoulders and glasses that seemed too big for her small, round face. Despite her mild appearance, there was a sharpness to her eyes that suggested she wasn’t someone to be trifled with. “Good morning, ladies,” she said, her voice calm but authoritative. “I am Krystal Gentle, but you may call me Ms. Gentle.” The room fell silent as everyone took in her presence. There was something about her that commanded respect, and I could tell this wasn’t going to be an easy class.

Ann was more reserved than Jessica when it came to romantic relationships. They noticed that their math and Science Teacher had turned into a young male instead of their usual teacher. He was yet to face the class as he was busy writing his name and surname on the whiteboard. “Good morning students, I am Mr. Dario Carden and I will be your Math and Science substitute teacher while Miss Erin Wangberg recovers,” Dario introduced himself after turning around to face the class. He caught a hint of blood smell in the air, and it led him to Ann.

"Alrighty everyone settle down! This will just be a quick review. As you know I won't tolerate latecomers and slackers. Now, if you'd kindly follow me to your seats." i stood up, following Mr. Smith to our seat number. "I assume everyone already knows me." he started saying. "Well I am the teacher here at this school and, unlike my predecessor, I'm not just the president, I am also the director of education and the school counselor... So if you need anything please direct your complaints and questions to me!" i looked towards the two guys who seemed to be having a conversation. the boy who had been sitting next to the boy with blond hair spoke first "Mr.Smith, are you going to explain the ne

Simon said. She looked at him in confusion, but Simon was focused on the two men ahead. The first person Simon introduced was a little taller than Salvatore, with fair skin, brown hair tied in a bun, and eyes covered by narrow dark glasses. He wore a gray t-shirt, graphite sweatpants, and sneakers. "This is Henrique Saldanha, the best instructor here. I talked to him to accompany you and not let you overdo it," Simon said. "Pleasure to meet you," Henrique greeted her.

He's a blond with slightly curled hair that's about his neck length, and he's wearing a lazy smile on his face. She clears her throat. "Ok class, sorry I'm a little late again." Mrs Smith said smiling. The class laughs at that and she joins too. Mrs Smith is my least worst teacher in this hellhole. She teaches English grammar. She's in her sixties, kind, sweet, and kind of motherly. I guess that's why she handles us well. "Ok ok, that's enough. As you can see I didn't come in alone, this" she gestures to the guy, "is Cole Danvers. Cole why don't you tell the class something about yourself." She smiles

The male teacher smiled warmly and said, "My name is Reiji Kiriya, and I teach Modern Japanese for the 2nd grade and the 3rd grade so you two might not know me well." Kiriya is a handsome man with shoulder-length light-purple hair that has a few strands hanging over his face and empty dark-colored eyes. Monica had to admit that Kiriya was a bit similar to him, though, he was more handsome than Kiriya and his purple hair was darker than Kiriya, but enough of that since he also needed to introduce himself. "My name is Oga Monica, I am a freshman this year, nice to meet you, Kiriya-sensei," Monica said.

He stood in front with a mad face. : Good morning, class! The teacher said. [Jonathan Gutierrez] Age: 32 Height: 5’5 Eyes: Brown Hair: Black It was their professor. He is Jonathan Gutierrez, a Spanish bloodline. He teaches them professional education. : I'll check the attendance first! If I call your name then tell me if you are "present!" Professor Jonathan said in a loud voice. Then one by one he checked their attendance. : Okay, that's it. Sit down.