A Teachers Principle

Chapter Four

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A Teachers Principle: Chapter Four

     “Alright, can anyone tell me what yeast does?”

      “Yeast infection!” Someone shouted. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity.

      “Shmks doh riz.” Another mumbled.

      I leaned against my desk and smiled. “Who said it?” One of the girls slowly raised her hand, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Can you repeat what you just said, please?

      “It makes dough rise.” She mumbled quickly, turning her gaze to the window beside her, obviously embarrassed.

      “That's not all that rises.” Students around the class laughed at the perverted joke.

      “You're right, Stephanie. You get an extra credit point for answering.” Her face brightened with my praise. “Can anyone else tell me what yeast does?” I questioned, ignoring their statement before.

      “Once the dough is baked, it's light and airy?” Nelson, one of the triplets, questionably said. His two brothers were Nathan and Nolan. There was a great deal of a difference between the three, it was easy to detect who was whom.

      From what I saw, Nelson was the most outspoken one with bright intelligence. He was smart, probably already guaranteed and offered several scholarships.

      Nathan appeared as the jock, muscles well-built in his arm. He also had broad shoulders and lean, but toned legs.

      Nolan was the quietest of the three, brooding in his own way. No expression ever surfaced in his eyes or crossed over his stone face. He was practically mute, never truly speaking to anyone but a select few, and even then, they were uttered words. He dressed in black, warning and menacing in his rigid form.

      “Yes. Now, what about baking soda or baking powder?” A pencil rolled by my feet, instinctively I bent down and picked it up, careful as to how with my pencil skirt...

      But I forgot about one thing.

      My shirt.

      Their table, which were honest lab desks, stood taller than regular school desks, giving many a good view down my shirt. A good examination of my cleavage. I blushed as a few snickers filled the room. The little devils had done it on purpose. I believe turtlenecks would suit my wardrobe better in this classroom.

      Corey spoke from the back, his voice quieting their smugness. “They both work as rising agents.”

      Clearing my throat, I strengthened my voice, hoping it would mask my discomfort. “Yes. Extra credit point to you as well.” I straightened my shirt self-consciously before sitting behind my desk. “You guys can have the last 10 minutes for yourselves.” I logged onto the computer, using my teacher ID and password. My yahoo was loaded with unchecked e-mails, showing me just how little time I had to do small things just as this.

      Clicking on e-mails from my friend Jennifer, I sighed. She was agitated that I hadn't called her or e-mailed her back, but she understood, having seen how hectic my life was. Jennifer just reached the age of 23, filled with liveliness and vigor, happy with the world even with the distraught things that were taking place in it.

      “Miss Syral?”

      I glanced up, pasting on a soft smile on my lips for a facade. “Yes?”