The Teacher.
ade me feel old, and even though we all looked almost the same, I felt completely out of place. I was standing, looking at the kids, and
the world at their fingertips, and people who seemed to be in the same situation as me, with nothing.
tute teacher. I won't be here for long, just coming
put on my best poker face. These kids won't do what they want with me, I'm tired, my knees hurt, and
e at him fixedly. My mother used to do that when she wanted me to confess something; she always liked to make me tremble until I cried and told her everythin
's beautiful, her body is defined, her legs are somewhat thin, and her face seems to be made of porcelain. I stop looking at her because of
e sitting with them watching the class. However, I managed to graduate much earlier. My grades had always be
avoid not laughing at the bad taste in friends he has and focus on what I will give today, which is nothing. I never liked teachers who did that, and I'm sure they hate it
nt. "I don't want you to be those students who torment their teachers, and I don't want
I was smoking w
turns out I'm the teacher
this university, especially with Jeremia
at you're in the closet?" I replied. Laughter erupted, and his face turned red. The girl next to him looked at me with a furrowed brow
a short boy wearing glasses similar to min
end broke u
"I've always wanted to know what
about my love life," I smiled. "Don
that I'm in ruins and that's why I'm teaching them, or I could tell them so they can compare themselves to me and act better. Although knowing people o
st of our lives. I know I'm young and stupid, and I think my old mind led me to believe that she was like me. I have no idea if s
young to get married!" a blonde girl exclaimed, t
ever chea
I did