It's a really nice day outside, I thought, as I gazed out of the third floor window, and here I am stuck at school. As if that wasn't bad enough, I was in English.
"Sam!"
"Yeah, Miss?" I turned back around to find my English teacher, Miss Evans, staring at me from her desk. She was 23, and had only been working at the school since the start of the year. I was 18 years old.
She wasn't too tall, probably just over 5 foot, but she was so hot. She had a cute roundish face, wore glasses, and always had her long blonde hair in a ponytail. I guess it made her look even younger than she was.
"Have you finished reading chapter one already?"
"No, I.."
"Every lesson it's the same thing," She was getting up from her desk now and striding over towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the odd person daring to turn their head in my direction. Miss Evans was beginning to go red in the face "And every lesson we end up having the same argument. I've had enough of it, Sam. I want you in here after school!"
"You're giving me detention!?" She didn't reply. She just span round and walked back to her desk. Anger was bubbling up inside me. She was just picking on me, it was always the same. But as much as I hated her right then, I couldn't help but stare at her arse as she walked away.