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I was pissed; it was seventh period in other words English class. Don't misunderstand English was always my favorite subject, but it was Friday on my eighteenth birthday, and class should have ended twenty minutes ago.
"Would you guys just be quiet so we can leave?" I was exasperated, I mean here I was quiet and long since finished with my work but could I leave; no. My twenty six year old English teacher, fresh out of training, was the "fair is fair" type, so when a few jackasses in the class continually interrupt her she takes the time right back from us all. Usually I liked her; in truth I had a crush on her; she had blond hair pail skin and was about five three she had what must have been D cup breasts and a thin waste that flared out in to a round, heart shaped ass but what never failed to catch my attention were her feet. Before her I had never had any kind of foot fetish but the caught my attention. She would always wear flesh toned nylons and that could quickly turn me on if I paid them any attention, which wasn't helped by her taking off her heels to walk the class in her nylon covered feet. I didn't care much about that right then though. My day had, by degrees, gone from good, too bad to worse and I was fed up.
"Are you alright Dean?" Miss Hallingsworth Asked.
"I'm Fine" I grunted.
" I'd like to see you after class, ok Dean?
I just sighed and laid my head down and wondered if I would ever get home. Class went slowly after that, but eventually it did end, things that begin just about always tend to do that.
"Time's up," Miss Hallingsworth said, "Stay for a moment Dean, please"
I packed my bag as the class filed out; I'd been reading, but now it was the time for the compassionate talk that tended to follow after I had a bad day. I'm not sure why but somebody always seemed to give it.
"Dean," Miss Hallingsworth took her Heels off, that meant we might be here for a while, "you looked pretty upset today is something wrong?"
"Not really, It's just I haven't really had a spectacular day." Over time I've learned that these talks go faster when I tell the truth, teachers always seem to see through the bullshit, or maybe I'm just not that good of a bullshiter.
"It's your birth day right?" I nodded, "You should be happy then, what happened to make you this upset?"
I wanted to shrug and tell her I didn't know, but I didn't I looked away instead and I scowled. She frowned.
"It's an accumulation of things, one after another... plus people just get on my nerves some times,"
