°♡°When I kissed the teacher°♡°

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My heart was truly in my mouth when I approached my tutor class. With a bright red face and sweaty palms I reached for the door. It precisely 4:01 in the afternoon, school was closed unless you were using the library until 5.

I reached for the handle and immediately took my hand back, the handle was boiling, hot metal. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

Wrapping my cardigan around my palm I opened the door, I let out a silent gasp as I feasted my eyes upon the desk. Miss was kissing Erin,  Erin, ERIN.

I cleared my throat reaching for my phone to call the police immediately after I had handed in my research, Erin spotted me. She had long purple hair and had a choker wrapped tightly around her neck, I couldn't help but wonder how she was breathing.

She noticed me staring and gave me a deathly look, it send shivers down my spine. One would take a look at me and assume it was winter, but no. No,no,no it was not winter,It was Erin.

I decided I couldn't bear to watch my teacher tongue kissing Erin. Nope, nope nope.

Run bitch run.

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