My World

eight

Saya

"- and that's why I think the casting for the new Little Mermaid is elite." The girl stood by the whiteboard in the front of the room with a proud smile on her face. She looks interesting. I didn't bother learning anyone's name, but I took my time with her. If I remember correctly her name is Dee.

She's a pretty girl, dripped out in melanin and everything. A whole chocolate queen, her head was shaved, with a tuff looking design on the side.

She always has some type of print infused in her clothing, today she wore a red and light blue Kante cloth off the shoulder crop top. Her top hung a little low leaving some room to show a lil titty if she wanted, but still somehow school appropriate. This was paired with white high waisted skinny jeans and simple brown sandals. By the way she walked into the class I already know she reeks of confidence. Imma be friends with her, good friends at that.

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After another hour the bell had rung signaling the end of class. This school is so depressing bruh, something needs to happen, like I need some type of party or event to go down.

I grabbed my phone from the desk, I was in no rush to leave the classroom considering my next class was just down the hall.

"Hey, Miss. Schmidt?" I rotated my body to face the teacher. He was an older man who looked to be in his late forties. He rocked a desperate comb over, that really didn't do its job, and very oily skin. He looked as if he had run some type of marathon before he got to school.

Every time I saw him he was covered in sweat. The man wasn't ugly, but he wasn't cute either. He teaches United States History and I want to switch out, he's just so weird. Like he don't even be doing anything his mere presence makes my skin crawl.

Today he donned a purple dress shirt, with the armpits soaked with sweat and some black slacks with the generic black shoes. He dressed like the average substitute teacher on the daily. I honestly believe he has some type of skin condition that makes him sweat because it's not even hot in this room and he sweats like he's walking through a desert.

To top it all off, he puts all the girls in the front of the classroom and all the boys in the back, which even if he wasn't weird is just stupid because all everyone ever does is talk. Luckily, he put me in the second row so I wasn't all up and personal with him 24/7.

I approached the man at his desk, in his arms he carried a stack of papers, watching me as I came forward. I inwardly groaned at the fact he was making me stay longer than I wanted to.

"So, Miss Schmidt, you seem to be doing well in my class," he placed the stack of papers in a bin before continuing. "Wouldn't you say the same?" My once polite smile turned into a bored expression, he's about to tell me some shit I don't need to hear.

I nodded my head in response and took a few steps towards the door, trying to signal that I wanted to leave.

"How would it make you feel if I allowed you to be my personal assistant for the rest of the year," my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I'm doing fine in his class, but I'm nowhere need assistant level. And he put an emphasis on personal this man is sus.

"I mean, I'm not really interested in being a teacher's assistant," I spoke softly, trying to cover up my annoyance. I just want to go home and eat some chips mane.