Mr Stott stood up at the front of the classroom, having a fiddle with his indices, when all of a sudden Ms. Parry entered, followed by a young girl.
"Oh," Mr. Stott said, raising an eyebrow. "Who might this be?" Ms. Parry didn't respond. She was distracted by the luscious hairy monobrow of the lanky young boy by the name of Deakin James.
'What a dreamy boy,' Ms. Parry pondered, stroking her turkey-like neck.
"Erm..." Mr. Stott said, snapping Ms. Parry out of her gaze.
"Wherewherewhere!" Ms. Parry shouted, realizing how silly she looked. "Oh," She continued. "This is Jemima Huggett, our new student. She'll be joining this class. Do you mind if I sit up the front to see how she... gets on?" She asked Mr. Stott.
"I don't see why not." Mr Stott replied, shrugging his shoulders. Ms Parry stepped aside to reveal Jemima's slim body.
"Helloooooooo, Jemima." Mr. Stott said suggestively.
"Hi sir," She replied, blushing. The two gazed into each other's eyes for a while, before Ms. Parry RUINED THE MOMENT! (naughty ms. parry)
"Now Jemima," Ms. Parry said. "Find yourself a seat."
It was only now that the new girl caught the attention of Mitchell Pickup, a broad young boy who was too busy having his head on the table and talking to himself to realize that Jemi was in the room.
"Uh-I-Uh-I-Er-Uh-Er-I you can s-sit here." Mitchell stammered, agressively pushing Deakin out of the seat next to him, hoping that Jemi would sit there instead. Yes, Mitchell had fallen in love. And Deakin had fallen on the floor.
"Okay?" Jemi said, moving towards Mitchell. Mr. Stott noticed Deakin's behavior, and, let me tell you, he was not impressed.
"Deakin," Stotty said. "Come sit yourself up the front, maybe then you'll stop getting distracted."
'A chance to sit near Mr. Stott?' Deakin thought to himself. 'Oh, goody!'
