We shall call my English teacher Miss TH and the students L and J.
Me (sat doing work on Charles Dickens for GCSE)
Miss TH: J, I'd get your hands from under the table love, you don't want to be known as the boy who plays with himself under the table.
L (turns around to stare at J)
Miss TH: and L dear, I don't want you to be known as the girl who watches the boy who plays with himself under the table.
Me to MiMi: holy shit our English teacher rocks.
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My random conversations.
Non-FictionThis book will be filled with random conversations me and my select few friends have!
