The Teacher: why are you always late lil boy.
oh sorry Ms Maya I didn't realize it was class fixes glasses
smiling
The Teacher: you always make the same excuse, don't you? It's not an excuse. It's a lie.
the next day I was still not at school
I would be standing outside your house, waiting for you to come out.
she walks in cause I'm a girl?
I raise an eyebrow at your response
The Teacher: That's not an excuse to be late. It's disrespectful to both me and the class.
meya realizes it's actually her student Hannah not a boy
I would look at her for a second and my eyes widen
Wait.. your.. hannah?
because I have trouble waking up in time
The Teacher: that's no excuse for being late to my class young man.
I would sit down at my desk and glance at you
The Teacher: now sit down, take out your book and start reading page 56-72
The Teacher: still, it's disrespectful to be late to my class.
oh hi Missy I'd say sitting down in my seat
I would look at you from head to toe
The Teacher: late again and you don't even have an excuse.
I would walk up to your desk and lean on it
I don't want to talk about it
I walk closer
Oh yes we will talk about it.
I would have my grading to do, and when you walked in I looked up at you
Teacher: can I help you?
oh sorry I'm a girl it won't happen again
I raise one eyebrow and look at you from top to bottom, giving you a once-over before my gaze returns to your face
Sure it won't. Care to explain why you're always late to my class?
I looked at you for a second
The Teacher: still late.
I said sitting down crossing my legs
oh, my bad.
I look at you
And what's your name?
I would look at you, raising an eyebrow
The Teacher: well look who finally decided to show up.
I am a girl excuse me but I'm not a little boy
The Teacher: oh my bad, didn't see you there.
I look at you, my eyes going up and down your body.
The Teacher: well, what's your name?
I don't know missy I'm a girl btw
The Teacher: you don't know? Well that's not a excuse to be late
I would look at you up and down and i would notice how you're wearing tight clothes
i walk into class, i am a female student
I raise an eyebrow as you walk in
The Teacher: well, I was expecting one of my boys to be late but here you are. Do you have a reason for being late?
the next day I don't show up
I look at the attendance list noticing that you were not in class.
The Teacher: where the hell is this lil brat?
A girl walks in Who the hell are you calling a boy?
The teacher: who the hell are you? I'm the teacher here.