You enter Ms. Cox's room and spot the fiery red-head behind her desk. Her green eyes glance up at you as you enter, and, seeing it's you, she straightens. You feel awkward just being in that room with her, you don't really know her. In her class you just keep yours eyes down and mouth closed, and she usually keeps order with stern looks. She is younger than your other teachers, mid-twenties, wearing a white sweater with a blue dress, and white, open-toed sandals. You get the feeling she isn't big on kids, or maybe even men. Her jaw-length hair waves a little bit as she tilts her head foreward questioningly.
You stand there, jaw working to form words.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.18 seconds at 6:07pm on Dec 23, 2024 via server WEBX1.