That class ended. And we were all excited about our new french teacher. I can say that she was our favourite teacher. We thought she was sweet and nice. Everytime i saw her i would say "hi" and wave her and she would say "hi" to me too. Everyone loved her. She was really cool. She promised us cool things and she was beautifull as well.
We loved to go to her classes, we were all happy and excited to her class.
We used to feel happy around her... We used to laugh together... Talk to each other.. Help each other making the exercices... Joke about stupid things.. Well her classes were soooo fucking cool that it was like a party... We used to feel good and happy in her classes.
No one had nothing bad to say about her or her classes. Everything was perfect.
I used to identify myself with her because we were blond... We had both green eyes (hers were more shining than mine) and we were white as fuck. I could see she liked me. She was always smiling and it was so good. I loved her so much. She was soo sweet just like a candy. She was my candy. I loved her hair, her clothes (damn she always looked so sexy), her green eyes were so cute, her panties.. Her shoes.. Her style.. HER.
My only wish at that time was that i could have classes with her 24/7. It would be AWESOME. I would be 100% happy.
I was living a dream. Everything was perfect. I was in some kind of "paradise" i had good classmates, i had awesome teachers... I was in love with everything. I was so sad when the classes ended and i had to go home because that school was the only place where i felt really happy.
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Unlikely Love
RomansaThis story is about a young girl named Jessica who moved to a new high school and meet someone who changed her life forever. This story is about a student/teacher love/hate relationship, i wrote this book inspired in my french teacher who i really...
