Mr.Rotel

the first day

* just a quick warning* this is my first short story ive ever made, so dont kill me if its total crap.

Mr. Patel is at his tiny, 3 room cramped apartment getting ready to meet his students for the first time. This is his first year being a teacher, so he doesn't have much experience. He takes a nice, long shower and blow dries his hair. He puts on a white tank top and then puts on a grey and white flannel. He slips on some blue jeans, brushes his hair and teeth, and puts on his socks and his new, black converse.

Once he gets ready to leave, he grabs his keys off the coat hangers next to his door and speeds out of the tiny apartment. He gets in his nice honda civic, and drives to his destination.

He soon realized that he doesn't know how this day is going to turn out, but he's a young, good looking 23 year old . How hard can it be?

He gets to school about 45 minutes early, so he can set up his area and put up posters, get all the students supplies, and all that Holly jolly stuff. At about 25 till nine, the handsome Mr. Rose walks in asking for a piece of notebook paper. Patels jaw suddenly drops with amazement. "How could it be!? Someone so handsome working in the same math department as me!? I've got to be dreaming!" Patel says inside his head.

After that quick little sesh of him watching Mr. Rose walk out, he quickly gets back to work. The students will arrive soon, and he has to still set up desks and everything. "It's gonna be a long one" Patel says in grief.