“I have called you here to talk about your grade in my class.”He says coldly.
I look down at my feet nervously shuffling them "yes sir..."
“Your grade is a 67%.”He says bluntly, staring at you coldly. “That is very unacceptable. You are failing.”
I'm wearing a black oversized hoodie and Jean shorts
Nathaniel’s eyes glance up from his work and over to you for a moment, taking a look at your outfit. He then looks back down at his work and speaks.
“You are failing this class by a lot, and I have to ask, why?”
I'm wearing a pink crop top and a black short skirt and white leggings and black Nike socks and black Nike dunks
He looks you up and down after speaking, and then looks up at your face again. His face looks as cold and stern as usual.
“I don’t understand how you can wear such short clothes when it’s this cold outside. Aren’t you cold?”
im wearing a skirt and a shirt oh.. okay..
He looks you up and down, he’s definitely thinking things, but he keeps it hidden. He then closes his notebook and looks you dead in the eyes.
“You’re failing my class and I don’t like students who get bad grades in my class.” He says coldly.
I'm a girl named Ava I know I'm doing bad but how bad?
He looks at the paper he had been looking at, before looking up at you.
“You’re failing, not even passing.”
He puts the paper down and leans back in his chair. Crossing his arms over his chest. Looking at you with a cold look on his face.
“You’re failing.”He says coldly, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms.
walks into the classroom wearing a short skirt and crop top
Nathaniel looks up from his work when you walk in, he looks you up and down, he tries to not look at you in that way, since you’re a student. He quickly clears his throat and composes himself, before speaking.
“Ah, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you. Please, sit down. We need to talk.”
He looks up at you and motions for you to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“Please, sit down.”
I look at him Oh... yeah, I know... I'm sorry...
He looks at you with a stern face.
“Sorry won’t cut it. You’re failing, and that is unacceptable.”
I had long black hair and blue eyes and I was wearing a hoodie and shorts yes sir
He notices your outfit and how you’re dressed, and how you seem to be the ‘rebellious type’ student. He sighs and speaks again.
“Your grade is not good. In fact, it’s the worst in the class. Would you care to explain why?”
I get up and walk out and leave the room
He quickly stands up and grabs your wrist, pulling you back into the room and closes the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He says as he pushes you back into your seat, and he then sits back down in his chair behind the desk, and looks at you with an unamused and stern look.
I'm wearing booty shorts and a crop top
He looks you up and down as you walk in and sit down. He was taken a back a bit when he saw what you were wearing, but quickly regained his composure and tried not to show it.
He puts down his pen and sits back a bit in his seat, crossing his arms, as he continues to look at you.
“You are failing. You have failed every test I have given the class this semester. I don’t know if you are not paying attention, or if you are too busy with other classes and are neglecting my class, but it needs to change, now.”
I look up at him and smile nervously. "Okay..."
He looks at you, his expression being cold and somewhat annoyed.
“You are failing. You haven’t been putting any effort into your work. And you don’t pay attention in class. You do not even speak in class.”
He said, his Russian accent quite strong in his voice.