My Last Request (teacherxstudent wlw)

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Ms. Sanders POV:

Ollies paws tap against the floor before I hear a crash. I half-run out of the kitchen and around the corner to find Ollie at the end of the stairs, looking at me while sitting.

"Some day you'll learn not to run down the stairs, the hard way." I giggle while leaning down, scratching his head.

Ollie is my dog. I've had him since I moved out, since my mom was allergic to dogs, so we never had one. I dreamt of getting an Australian Shepherd, so I moved out and made it real. Ollie has a thing for running around and destroying things. Let's just say, he's very playful.

I walk back to the kitchen and get a glass from the cabinet. I fill it with water before turning back to the stairs.

I go up the stairs and to my bedroom. I walk to my closet and open it. God, I barely have any clothes...

I find a pair of black loose pants and a black long sleeved sweater.

As I slip it on, I get a text from Mrs. Davis. Yes, I got her number. It was just easier than emails and stuff like that. I put on a belt before picking up my phone and checking the message.

Davis
Are you in today? Lots of teachers is sick today.

Zienna
I am.

Davis
Great,  see you later.

I put my phone aside and headed downstairs again. Ollie was asleep on the couch.

I went to the kitchen and got out a bowl and cereal. I turned and opened the fridge, taking the milk.

I poured the cereal, then the milk into the bowl. That's the only right way, I don't get why people pour the milk first.

I forgot I set some coffee over, oh my god I'm tired. I pour it into a mug and take a sip. I cough from the hot and strong coffee burning my throat.

After I ate my cereal and packed my bag, I headed out the door to my car. The streets were quiet in the early morning, probably because nearly everyone on this street is unemployed.

I got in my car and turned the key. As I drove to the school, I enjoyed the peaceful silence, because I know that in a hot minute my ears will be filled with loud kids from all ages.

The school was filled with activity, which was surprising since it's a highschool. With kids chatting and laughing in the hallways, I made my way down the hallway while I looked through some papers in my folder... but with my luck, I bump into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I looked up from my folder that now laid on the floor, to see a familiar face.

"Dahlia. I'm sorry, I was focused on some papers, I should've looked up." I apologized.

"No, honestly it's my fault." She spoke, and I bent down to pick up my papers.

"Actually, can we walk to class together? I have English."

I nod as I stand up again.

We walked together down the hallway.

"So, anything on your mind? You seem boring." I ask.

"Wow, thank you." She tuts, and I chuckle a bit.

"No, sorry. Not like that, you're just always... energetic."

"It's nothing, really." She assures me. It's so obvious that's a lie, god.

As we make our way to my classroom, it's empty. I rip off a corner from one of the papers in my folder and write down my number. I hand it to Dahlia, and she gives me a weirded out look.