Teacher x student 💋

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Throughout my time at private school, I'd never found myself attracted to any teachers- I thought wrong by it, I mean, who could be attracted to their TEACHER- that's impossible.
That's what I thought until I met Mr Clark.

The first day 💋-
9th grade quickly came by after months of hell, and routine was immediately set back in place. My 6am alarm blared from my phone on the desk, repeating over and over in my head. I slammed my finger onto the stop button and laid back in my duvet. On my dresser sat my neatly folded uniform- a black skirt, white shirt, black jumper, blue tie and blazer. I'd never been too found of my uniform, but over time I'd learnt to suck it up and deal with what I had to wear.
I slightly rolled up the skirt at the front and back to show a bit of thigh and slipped the jumper over my shirt. Over top I clipped on my Tiffany and co necklace and I was ready to leave. The cold December air hit me quickly as I opened the front door- I clinched onto my coat the best I could in the wind. It felt as if my face was going to freeze.

I ran down the driveway to my car and I jumped into the back, carefully strapping myself in for the drive. My mother sat in the front seat- coffee in one hand, keys in the other.
"Ready?" She said, turning around. I nodded abruptly, checking the time on my phone- I was already late. I guess it would have to do.

A ten minute drive later led us to the school- a catholic private school. Many girls walked in in their pristine uniforms ready for the school day ahead.
"Have a good first day at school sweetie" my mother smiled, "I'll be here to pick you up at 5"
5. Yes, school didn't end until late.
I nodded to her, head buried in my backpack, I had left my time table somewhere in here. And there it was. My new timetable.

Period 1- English, Mr Clark, English classroom 3.
I guess that would be where I was heading.