Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly.
I sat by the window, and on the podium, Teacher Richardson was giving a lesson. Her voice was clear and pleasing to hear.
She dressed simply, in a thin black sweater on top, and tight jeans at the bottom.
However, her figure was stunning, comparable to The Miller Rose. No matter what she wore, she exuded a bit of sensual charm.
Her black hair was tied simply into a ponytail, swaying as she moved.
Her fair face, lightly made up, was uniquely elegant.
I couldn't help but glance a few more times, purely out of admiration, thinking having such a beautiful teacher made classes different.
Two classes passed by in a blur.
Ding-dong, the bell for the end of class rang.
The students rose and gradually left the classroom.
I packed my textbooks into my backpack, ready to leave. Just then, I heard Teacher Richardson's voice from the podium, "Charlie Thompson, please stay, I need to speak with you."
I was momentarily stunned.
