I knew I would be the first one in the class. I strolled proudly in and sat down on the front desk, which was opposite the teaches desk.
I didn't know who the teacher was, I've never been taught by her before. The rest of the class started to coming into the class room. I was pushed slightly by one of my bullies. I was bullied relentlessly, I hated it.
I was looking for a pen in my bag when I heard the door open again. She was beautiful. I knew she was the one for me. Her chestnut hair complemented her eyes perfectly and contrasted with her porcelain, flawless skin. She was pure perfection. Her clothes rested gently on her small, slender figure.
She sat down elegantly in front of me and logged on to her computer. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was muy Bonita.
"Hola clase!!" She exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Hola!" I bellowed back.
She looked at me. My heart exploded. I was in love. Her grace astounded me. I knew from the moment that my heart would never love another.
She began the lesson.
