Gill.

oh god

"Thank you year nine.." I say as I try to grab the attention of the students infront of me. Another week has gone by, wich means another assembly is due.

I stand at the front of the hall, my skirt, prim and proper with no creases. My neon green, tacky blazer, the shoulder pads like cushions. My hyvis jacket to really pull it all together, so i can assert dominance to those below me in status.

I twiddle my fingers before lightly pacing back and forth, scanning the room, to see all the loving faces of this school. No, a loving face... his loving face..

My mind wanders while I stare into space, daydreaming about him..

NO! Snap out of it miss Gill! Your here for a reason and thats to teach these kids!

As everyone settles down i finally begin the talk I do every Wednesday morning. Talking about drugs, homework, attendance, the school toilets, just the usual stuff.

I begin to near the middle of my speech, building up to the point where for just a few seconds I say his name, mention him in my lecture.

My heart Is practically pounding as I'm just a few seconds away from saying his heavenly name, u can't even think straight as the words escape my mouth.

It's too late now.

"Mr gill"

...

Time freezes while I stand there, shocked at the words I just uttered. My eyes vigorously dart around the room as I struggle to grasp the reactions of those in the room. Those who's ears my sentence just fell upon.

My breathing quickens as I struggle to breath, suffocating in my own terror. I look around, stupidly, at the teachers faces when my gaze lands on him.

I stare at him, a panicked, sorry expression written all over his face as my words splutter out.

"U-um i-i mean mr g-green!"

But it's to late, I see his eyes well with tears as he promptly turns on his heel and dashes through the old double doors  while all I can do is stand there helplessly and caret on.....