You sighed in relief as you made it to your classroom. The door was still open, which was a good sign, though you were worried when you saw Andrew standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face. "Jack...", he said grimly as you walked over to him.
"What's wrong?", you asked him, a feeling of dread beginning to fill your mind. "I made it on time, didn't I?"
Andrew slowly shook his head. "You were too late. We both got detention for the rest of the year..."
"Wh-what?", you stammered. "But this is the first time I was late! And it wasn't even by that mu-" You were interrupted as Andrew started snickering.
"Haha! Gotcha, Jack!", he laughed.
You scowled a bit and lightly punched him on the arm, which he just laughed off. "Don't do that!", you whined. "I was freaking out the whole time over here!"
"Sorry", Andrew said. "Ms. Carioca's running late, so you're fine. What took you so long to get back? Did you get to see that girl?"
You groaned as you shook your head. "No... Kris fell on top of me and I spend the whole time stuck to his butt."
"Aww... well, there's always next time." Andrew patted your back as the two of you walked inside. You were more than a little disappointed that you weren't able to see Marilyn. You wanted badly to talk to her. But every time you tried, something bad happened to you. Either a teacher would fall on top of you, a door would slam into you, or you'd run into a bully. There was one brown-haired boy in particular you'd often come across when you tried to follow her, and he'd always figure out the meanest ways to torment you. He once squished you into a little ball and stuck you up his nose, leaving you up there covered in his snot for the rest of the day until he sneezed you into a tissue. You were lucky to not have run into him today.
You both soon found your assigned seats (unfortunately, on opposite ends of the room) and sat until your teacher arrived. Once she walked through the door, you were immediately made aware of her presence by the jingling of her jewelry. Miss Julia Carioca was a tall Brazilian woman with an accent as thick as her figure. She had wide hips and a butt that jiggled like a plate of gelatin with each step, made all the more noticeable by tight dress she's currently wearing. Her breasts, while not huge, were still quite impressive, easily bigger than your mother's. She had a bit of pudge on her belly, which wasn't well hidden, but everyone still agreed she was one of the prettiest teachers in the school. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was jet black with blonde highlights. Her skin was dark, only a few shades off from you and your mother.
While she was very sweet, there was one problem you had with her. She isn't aware of your condition, or rather, she doesn't believe you have a condition. Miss Carioca is under the impression that you're playing a game, and assumes that you're just being silly when you're telling her about any incidents. Even if she's sat on you herself, she just assumes you've followed her whenever you finally peel off and reform.
"Good morning, childran", Miss Carioca greeted. "Sorry I late today. But is going to be easy day, no worry." As the teacher took role call, you prayed that she was right. You've already had a pretty bad start, ending up getting squashed by three people already. Hopefully this would be an uneventful day...
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