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y/n pov
I woke up on a chilly Monday morning to my mom screaming at me to come downstairs. "GET UP y/n!!!" she shrieked. It didn't phase me. I was used to it by now.
I got up and threw on an oversized hoodie and jeans. I pulled my long brown hair into a messy bun. I've never really cared much for my appearance. I was quirky like that.
I ran downstairs and grabbed a banana for breakfast. I ran out of the house, and hurried on my way to school.
I threw myself into my seat a second before the bell rang to signal the beginning of my first class: history. Ugh it was so boring. My teacher, Mr Marx is obsessed with teaching us about Soviet Russia. I honestly couldn't care less about any of that. I began to drift off, my eyelids feeling heavy, I had stayed up for hours last night watching Netflix and now I was paying the price. Mr Marx wouldn't notice so I decided to take a quick nap. I fell asleep to the sounds of Mr Marx lecturing us on the economic impacts of communism.
I awoke with a start to the ringing of the bell and packed up my belongings to move to the next class: Spanish with Ms Norman. I was terrible at Spanish; languages have never been my forte.
We heard footsteps approaching the room. The class and I awaited Ms Norman to enter the class but instead someone else entered. He was tall, handsome and oh so sexy. I thought he must be a new student but then he opened his mouth and said, in a deep, sexy tone "hola class, my name is Mr Duo. I will be your new Spanish teacher"
'Our new what?!' I thought.
He was our teacher!!! He hardly looked any older than us. This was crazy. I couldn't believe it. But that whole.. teacher-student thing, I had to admit it was kind of hot.