You quickly throw on your snap-back and run out the door. You do not want to be late for class, as that would give your teachers a bad view of you, and that would be the last thing you would want. You continue to run. You have a pretty thin build, and you are on the school Track Team, but you do not want to go too fast, as then you would become overly sweaty and that wouldn't be something you really would want. You quickly check your watch and notice that it is 8:33 - already three minutes late. You quickly pick up the pace as you run faster.
You finally see the school in the distance, and run inside, pounding up the staircase to your first class, Chemistry. You run into the classroom, and pant while you try and catch your breathe from running so fast. ", you're late." says the teacher, Ms. Gerald. She's African-American, with curly shoulder length brown-black hair and a light frame. She's about 6 ft tall, and is 24. She is one of the more attractive teachers at the school, and many students flirt with her.
"Sorry." you mumble to her through gritted teeth. You put your head down to make it look like you are sorry about what happened and you accept the fact that you're late.
"Well, since this is the first time you have been late, I'll let it slip." Ms. Gerald says with a smile. "But I don't want to see it happen again."
You make your way to your usual desk, which is a pretty good seat. It's in the third row of the class, which isn't too far for you not to see the board and pay attention to Ms. Gerald, but not too close so that Ms. Gerald would constantly pick on you for answers. What makes it better was the fact that you sit right beside your girlfriend, .
is of Chinese ancestry, and she has beautiful long, sleek and lustrous jet black hair which goes just below her shoulders. Today she was wearing a gray cardigan over a purple shirt, as well as a scarf around her neck. She adjusts her glasses and smiles when she sees you. "What happened?" asks.
"I had clock problems." you reply quickly. You get out your books and begin to write things, but continue to talk with as well, trying to keep a quiet whisper so that Ms. Gerald wouldn't get mad. The two of you continue to discuss things from school to the dance happening tonight, when you hear someone clear their throat. You look up and notice that Ms. Gerald was looking at you, with a bit of anger hinted in her eyes.
", it isn't like you to be disrupting the class." she says. "Please see me after class in my office so we can take care of this problem."
"Yes, Ms. Gerald." you say to her innocently. You didn't want to anger her anymore than she already was. You stay quiet for the rest of the period, focusing on the rest of the lesson. Before you know it, you hear the bell, signalling the end of first period. You pack up your things and Sarina grabs your hand. "Wanna skip second period?" |