english teacher • s.m.

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I woke up to the sound of the Marimba tone of my alarm clock. Ugh, school today. This is way too early for this. I tore my white duvet from my body and got out of my bed to get ready.

makeup... hair... clothes... Too much to do in these early hours of the day. After approximately 20 minutes, I walked out my bedroom door and down my stairs to be greeted by my father.

"Hello, sweetie. I know you will do good today; you always have." My dad said, just as he had every single year on the first day of school

"Thanks dad! I'll see you later. Bye." I reply as I walk out my front door and towards my school, West Lake High. Luckily it is only a few blocks.

Not too long later, I arrive at my school for my first day of Senior Year. Only one more year until I can escape this hell hole. Okay, first is English, that's easy enough. I make my way through the halls and through what seems like the entire student body to get to room 209.

I sit in the back of the room, like I did for the past three years in all my classes . I guess you could say I am the stereo typical 'geek', I mean I get good grades on everything but I don't have any friends. Everyone hates me and sometimes I hate me too. I pull out a fresh new notebook and write the date on the first page, ready to take any notes required. That's when the most beautiful man I have ever seen walked in and surprised me by sitting at the teachers desk. Beautiful isn't a word mainly used to describe men, but that was exactly what he was. Beautiful.

The classroom filled up with students who talked up until the mysterious teacher spoke. "Hello, Class. My name is Mr.Mendes and I will be teaching you all about the English language for the next nine months. Today we will start by doing an exercise to get to know each other." He shot a smirk my way.

Oh dear god, please help.