Yes, Professor

Chapter 7

2 YEARS AGO

"Miss Goshea!" A loud and frightening voice from Mrs. Stone bang across the room. Everyone including Cara in the room turned around and stared at me like a hawk. I gulped.

"I did not come here watching you scribbling or doodling in your notebook during my class. I want you to listen and focus on this documentary video, Mia."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Stone," I hastily put aside my notebook and pretend to concentrate on the projector. God, this is boring!

Just six minutes left then I get to leave this boring forsaken class and headed to the my next block which was English Literature. Taught by the sexiest professor ever, Mr. James Ernest. I smirked at that thought.

My fantasy was almost reach to the climax, but then Mrs. Boring Stone caught me. Ugh! I shouldn't have taken this History class in the first place.

"Alright class, remember to finish up the assignment I gave you last week," Mrs. Hornstone closed her projetor slides as we started to packed up our things. "And you, Miss Goshea, better put a lot of work in this class," she warned.

"Yes, Mrs. Stone," I muttered as I stood up from my seat and walked to Cara who was still busy packing up her notes and files.

"Seriously Mia, what the hell were you doing back there? Oh let me guess, drooling about Professor James?" Cara rolled her eyes as we walked to next class together.

"I did not! I was doodling Mrs. Stone's  big nose actually!" We giggled quietly, not wanting other students hear about it or else we'll be dead.

The English lit class was already full and the only empty seats were at the corner which have the worst view if you want to oggling Mr. Ernest. Damn it! I should've walked faster and leave Cara behind because she wouldn't mind. The front seats was taken by some pretentious group of girls whom I guess also drooling at Professor James. One of the girls is Betty Levine, the smartest and famous student in the school. I think she has the most followers and likes on Instagram, among in this class. I groaned as I took my seat. I bet Betty is sitting like a queen right now as she lay back and enjoy Mr. Ernest infront of her.

"Goodmorning ladies and gentleman," Mr. Ernest beautiful voice greeted the whole class. He walked graciously to the desk and settled his bags. "We're going to continue our previous topic.. wait," he stopped as he observed his students infront of him. "This isn't right,"

Students started to whisper around with each other, why is he stopping? What wrong? Mr. Ernest took a mysterious paper from his bag and stared at it for a while. "Let's have fun shall we?" He grinned. "Frederick Johns, Walter Peck, Nelly Hudson, Fatima Abdullah, John Stoney, Mia Goshea and Courtney White please stand up" he said.

Oh my god! Why me?

The sandy haired boy, Walter Peck, who sat next to a girl wearing expensive Chanel summer dress was the first one to stood up. Then another boy stood up from his seat.

"Chop. Chop!" Mr. Ernest shouted as clapped his hands together signaling us to stood quickly.

I stood up as the other six students waiting for Mr. Ernest next order. Oh god, I don't want to get kick out from this class!

"Right, all seven already? Pack up your things,"

WHAT? Pack? This is nightmare! I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Is this karma from drawing Mrs. Hornstone's ugly nose?