My teacher Michael Jackson

...... His hair so silky and soft looking and his eyes oh gosh how I love his eyes, the way they sparkle and shine like crystals or the sun shinning on the water.
'that enough Kinsley how can you even think such things'. I think to my self
He's my teacher for crying out loud!!! but I mean look at those legs OMG how does he have the perfect but!! he MUST do squats I just know it.. ok ok I'm getting off track I need to be writing the note Mr jackson wrote on the board down or he will definitely give me a deten- before I can even finsh my thought and get back to the task the Bell rings which means I've spent all class staring and dreaming about Mr jackson... AGAIN..

Mr Jackson slowy walks up to my desk placing his hand on the worksheet I was suppose to finish he picksitup and skims the sheet with his eyes, raising his eye brows slightly then looking at me

Mr Jackson sighs then speaks "Kinsley I expected you to finish this, we have 74 minutes for each class how did you not get this note taken down!!" he slightly starts raising his voice which causes me to look down in shame

Mr Jackson croutches down to my eye level

" I didn't mean to scare you or make you feel uncomfortable by me raising my voice I just know you're a better student then this kinsley" he says softly

I didn't say anything I just nodded my head so he knew I was listening

" alright detention with me after school"

" w-what that's not fair.."I say while basically jumping out of my seat

Mr Jackson smirks while peeling a orange " see you later kins"