I was sitting at my desk, near the window. Earphones in my ears have been playing 'Moonligt Sonata, 1st Movement' by Beethoven for the last 15 minutes as I looked out through the window, watching a mother bird and her babies in her nest on one of the tree branches.
The class has been buzzing with the sounds of 29 other students incohorent wordsThen I caught a glimpse of a masculine figure entering the class, making all my classmates to fall into silent. I focused my eyes to the front of the class and there stood a raven haired male at the teacher's desk, gray eyes skimming through the class.
"Good morning, class, I'm Mr Ackermann, your new teacher replacing the previous teacher. And as you all already know I'll be teaching [FavSubject] and I hope we can cooperate with each other," he said as he readjusted the glasses that was sliding down his nose.
"So first thing first, I would like to know your names and how you would like me to address you," his hand was holding a piece of paper, you were certain the he was holding a namelist.
Intuitively, everyone in the class agreed to start their introduction from the most rightfront student in the room. As I was waiting for my turn, again I looked hrough the window and lost in my own thought while listening to the same Beethoven's piece. It was a soft nudge on my shoulder that brings me back to reality when I saw sharp gray eyes piercing through the glasses along accompanied with other 29 pairs of eyes.
"Your name, please" he said in demanding tone.
"Ahem.." I cleared my throat. "I'm [Y/n] [L/n]." I said shortly and after that, followed an awkward silence.
Mr. Ackermann raised one of his eyebrows. "Okay, [Y/n] [L/n]. I believe I can't call you [Y/n] [L/n] all the time for as long as I'm teaching this class, don't you agree [Y/n] [L/n] ?"
The silence was filled with snickerings as Mr. Ackermann finished his sentence
"Uhmm... J-just call me [Y/n]," I stuttered. I swear that I could feel heat rising on my cheek and my face wasn't any redder than tomatoes. 'Man... that was embarassing!' you said to yourself.
"What you were saying, [Y/n]?" he asked.
"Noth-" She said, "oh f*ck me Mr. Ackermann! F*ck me hard until I can't walk! Ohh!!!" Before I could finish my word, Eren the Jerk had to interrupt in the high pitched tone which I assume is the worst ever attempt he made to mimic a girl's voice.
The whole class now burst into laughter and cackle. I balled my fists and sent a deathglare to him. I was about to move toward him when Mr. Ackermann break the tension.
"Okay Eren, you might think it's funny but I dont think that's a nice way to talk to older person or even a lady. I will let it off this time since it's my first day here but the next time you say such vulgar things I will not hesitate to punish you. And that goes to ALL of you too. Am I making myself clear?" He asked in dead cold voice.
He didnt raise his voice but his threat was enough to send shivers to our bones. Everyone stared the floor or their desk, not having the guts to look at him.
"Yes, Mr. Ackermann," Eren replied meekly.
Seeing him like that made me feel victorious. I let a little smirk hanging at the corner on my mouth and continue listening to 'Moonlight Sonata'.
"Well then, class. Don't be all gloomy and let's discuss some of my rules you should follow, shall we?" Of course Eren loathe the idea of rules and let out a loud frustrated groaning.
YOU ARE READING
The moonlight Sonata
RomanceY/N lost both her parents and is living with her drunkard aunt, depressed by the world Y/N seeks her only confort in beethoven's moonlight sonata music. but life took a nice turning for her when a new teacher came along, that took pity on her and wa...
