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