homeroom day 1

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I grab my heavy book still in the plastic covers and walk eagerly to my first class, form room.  As I walked past the lockers I hear some girls in my year giggle and whispering, I overhear them say something about a " Mr Thope- " something. I walk into the room and now I know what they were giggling about. A gorgeous young man with golden, wavy locks turns to meet my eyes.     "hi" he says with an awkward, warm smile.

"Hey," I say, trying not to laugh out of pure embarrassment.

"I'm Mr Thorpe, I will be your homeroom teacher" I can't believe HE will be my teacher. He looked about 22 and was pretty good looking, who am I kidding he was HOTTTT!

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