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AN:) Do you guys not laugh at these usernames when typing them? Anyways, s/0 to the Prezzi and Zeer ones, I don't remember all but heart a luv & empress_roshelle Zara burner🎀
📍ST. JAGO HIGH SCHOOL, SPAIN
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Seated in my form class, feet crossed in my platform loafers, a gold chain at the top, my anklet is the icing on the cake. As a hot gyal teacher!
I only have one more assignment to mark on Argumentative vs Persuasive writing. I'm almost through.
Cyaaa' wait!
Me a leave by 1 o' clock.
I have to head home to get ready for my graduation.
"Miss neat enuhhh...a the prettiest teacher this we ever have dawg!" Mark blurts out. His friends staring at me.
Jesus the Pitney dem nah give me a break!
"It me a say, dem nuh wah we learn. How dem fi gi we such a pretty and sexy teacher?" Ackerie makes me look up.
"Excuse me?" I cock an eyebrow.
"Miss me nuh mean to be disrespectful or nuhn," Ackerie quickly says.
Mi nuh know why him mother never name him Ackee and done.
"Miss yuh real hair nice bad," Jizelle says, slowly running her hand through my hair. It's in a high puff. My makeup is soft glam, it compliments my brown skirt set.
I mark the last assignment. Me? Nuh wah my hands full later.
A tall boy, who doesn't talk much leans in. I immediately get a bad vibe from him. "Miss you a bout 23?"
"Have a seat," I pull back.
Wah my age affi do with him?
Zipping his bag, I curiously look to see that he's showing me how empty it is. Yuh sureeee a that him a show yuh?
Actually, no.
I spot a metal—a gun perched in the bottom. Next to toothbrush and shoes polish. My blood runs cold. I meet his stare.
"Mi aguh want yuh, yer that?" he steps back with a kerchief hiding his face. His face white, from his neck go down chocolate.
Is'a Zebra this?
But him really brite. Like him a smell him brief. Him know who my man is? Let me just chill. Let me not even go there with him.
Right.
Mek the bwoy get him 2 minutes hype.
"Yer wah me say?"
"Please have several seats and don't make we go desso," I warn him.
"You know bout badness?" he leans in, both hands pressing on my desk. With a cold expression, I speak through gritted teeth, challenging his stare.
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