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You heard the clicking of metal heel tips on the tiled floor in the hallway and you dart up mid sentence. The feeling of this morning returned again in one moment. As if fate has dumped a tanker full of fuck you right ontop of your head; including the ship. The bangs outside stopped and there was silence for a brief second. You knew that Ms. P would take a moment to settle and straigten her skirt and blazer like she always did before she entered a classroom. It seemed like slow motion as the doorhandle moved and clicked before opening with barely a sound. There she was. A beauty as usual. Her slightly curly brown hair framed the royal face which seems to have been hand crafted by someone. Today she wore a cream colored blouse and a matching skirt which complimented her youthful, womenly body but did not give a way enough to be described as 'sexy'. A handspan above the knee her bare legs glistened a in the bright light shining through the window. Her confident and self secure walk was perfected by her high heeled sandals. It would have been nearly impossible for her to not become the favorite teacher of the entire school if not for her attitude.
She stood straight in front of the board next to her desk and looked over the class. By now everyone was standing. "Good morning boys and girls," she sayed after a few achingly long seconds in her british accent. "Good morning Ms P.", the whole class answered in unison. "It is a surprise for you as it is for me to be here now and yet, it looks like we have to pass the next two hours together. Lets make the best out of it shall we? Why don't you start your homeworks? If someone is bored I am gladly willing to give him something to do". She sat down sideways and crossed her legs over each other. The rest of the class did as she did. There was a complete silence in the room besides the shuffling of books in their bags and the wristling of paper. It was as if you could hear a thought loud if it occured. You looked up from your bag and right into her staring eyes. There was something in it. Was it a smirk or had you just imagined. A chill ran down your spine and you quickly concentrated back onto your book. During the next two hours you learned to fear the world outside of your book. It seems as if she was looking right at you everytime you glanced into her general direction.
"Have a nice day and enjoy your weekend.", she chirped just a second before the schoolbell rang. "Please stay for a moment. I want to speak to you" It took you a moment to realise she was talking to you. quickly you scan the door and the window for potential escape routs - but all just happened in your phantasy, and with your bag already strapped on she waited until you where alone and closed the door.
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