Mr.Styles

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"Good morning class" The teacher said as he walked in. He had gray hair scattered across his head that was fairly small for his rather large body. His shirt was slightly untucked on the bottom caused by his oversized khaki pants. He took out a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the board. "Mr.Daniels" I made a mental note to myself. He began to turn on his computer as the class got settled.

I reached over to my side and picked up my book bag. It was a light lilac with blue stripes. I pulled out a notebook and a pen incase we needed to take any notes. Niall turned around and had a smirk on his face "You do know he hasn't started teaching right?" "No I know but you know what they say, the early bird gets the worm" I said with a cheesy smile as I mentally face palmed my self. "Yea.." he said as he spun around in his chair.

"So I believe we have a new student?" "No! This can't be happening!!" I scram inside my head. All heads whipped in my direction and Mr.Daniels gave me a welcoming smile. "Can you stand up please?" I stood up carefully trying not to trip. "You must be Grace, am I correct?" "Yes." I said with a sweet smile. He gestured for me to sit down. As I sat down my hand slipped causing my notebook to fall. I slowly bent down trying for it not to be obvious. My knuckles wrapped around the edge and I had gotten grasp of it. "Ok your doing fine" I thought. I started to straighten myself up and my head smacked the desk. I bit my lip until I could feel that it had turned purple.

"You alright?" Niall asked. I nodded yes and began to pay attention. Soon the bell rung and I rose to my feet. "Hey Niall. Do you know where room 242 is?" "Yea it's just down the hall to the right." he said. "Alright thanks." I walked out of the class and started to search for my new class. When I found it the teacher was already inside. "Hello. I haven't seen you before so I'm guessing your the transfer student?" she said as she fixed her pencil skirt and slowly tucked her blouse correctly. "Yea I am. I'm Grace." I politely introduced myself. "Well Grace I'm Mrs.Holland. You can take a seat anywhere they always change there seats anyway." she said followed by a laugh. I laughed along with her and looked for a seat towards the back.

A couple minutes later the room began to be filled by a bunch of teenagers and all there loud screaming and laughter. "Ok class let's begin roll call." Mrs.Holland began to say different names that where followed by "here's" across the room. When she came to my name I just quietly rose my hand. After she began explaining our assignment.

The door opened and I could hear all of the girls ponytails whipping in the direction of the door. "Mr.Styles, late again?" My eyes rose from my notebook and I looked towards the door. His hands tucked into the pockets of his dark skinny jeans and a white t-shirt under a gray jacket. His legs crossed converting the sight of his other sneaker. My eyes roamed over to his curly brown hair that slightly touched his forehead. Before I knew it his eyes locked with mine and a small smirk grew on his face.

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