Teachers Pet

the beginning

Sometimes all we need is a person we can trust with our whole heart. And I found that person. But it was not quite like I expected it to be.

I am Sarah. I am now 18 years old and still go to school. These past few years at this school had been exhausting for me. And all I wanted was some peace. In the end, it all comes down to this one day in April. It's been about two years since that day. And a lot has happened.

But let us start at the very beginning. April 2020. It's been a few weeks since we've been homeschooled because of this pandemic, and I loved it more than anything. I was finally able to do things on my own, I didn't have to fight through a day at school. I was on my own. And there's nothing I loved more. What I didn't love on the other hand was that I was not able to see her. You may be wondering who I mean with her.

And that's exactly where it gets complicated. She's a beautiful woman. She's kind and just so amazing with what she does. I just love everything she is doing and the way she does it. But there's a problem.

She is my teacher. My English teacher.

Since seventh grade, I've had her. And the start was more than rough. We weren't good with each other. I hated English more than any other subject. I hated her morning short tests we wrote at the beginning of every lesson. I hated the way she talked and how she treated some of us. And she must have noticed because she started to provoke me over and over. Until I started to realize that she wasn't a bad person at all. I soon started to have more fun, I started to be nicer to her. And it was one of the best decisions in my life for sure.

In eighth grade it hit me. I started to get excited to see her, I got excited about the lessons and made them the highlight of my day. And then we went into lockdown. And I was more than sad. I was sad that I didn't get to see her, that I didn't get to hear her voice. It was terrible for me. A friend then added her to our class chat where she gave us some information about this whole homeschool thing and I immediately saved her number. I started to send her my exercises over WhatsApp since she gave us the option to either use e-mail or WhatsApp. She always responded so fast which made my day every time.

My grandmother died in January, and I was feeling terrible.

It threw me completely out and I got less focused and less happy. Soon we had our first video meetings. And the day came when we had our first English meeting. I was excited about it but on the other hand, I just wanted to be in bed. When I joined the class, we got asked to turn on our cameras. I was desperate to see her again. And obviously, I got ready in the morning and made myself look good. So, I turned on my camera and put on my best fake smile possible.

The lesson went well I was able to stay strong. I focused on her and just watched her, being happy to see her again. And that's where I realized it...

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