Mrs. Stratos Spanish Class

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As I stepped through the doorway, I immediately saw what Micheal was talking about. Mrs. Stratos could easily be a Playboy Bunny with her small waist and big boobs. She wore the school uniform in the most provocative way and seemed to be an older version of Bianca.

Micheal pushed me out of the way and sat in the front row, drooling over her skimpy outfit. I sighed and sat in the front, too. I had to befriend either Evan or him. Just as I was thinking, a gruff voice said,

"Mickey, who is this... and, more importantly, why is he in my seat?!" I answer for 'Mickey',

"I'm Essix, and I didn't know. I'm new here." He growled, 

"Well, GET UP!" As I counted the ways I could kill this fool, I got up and sat on the other side of Micheal. Bianca came into view. She sat down next to Amara, who was sitting behind Micheal.

The bell rang, and as Mrs. Stratos was beginning to talk, a bucket of cold water was dumped on her. In order to avoid water, Micheal pulled out an umbrella which blocked Amara, but not me. He then laughed, maniacally at Mrs. Stratos drenched from head to toe. I was a little wet, but I knew I would dry soon, so I wasn't mad.

Micheal smirked and apologized 

Mrs. Stratos sent Micheal to the office, and left the classroom. When she came back with dry clothes on, the class was almost over.

1 period down 5 more to go.

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