I was late to class. Figures. Yes, I should’ve used my abilities to get there faster, this school has a policy of forbidding the use of abilities in the first week of school. Stupid, I know. Think about how many students would get to class on time if we were allowed to use our abilities. I blame that old teacher in the hallway who made me stop and help her carry the boxes she was holding. I usually don’t like to blame people, but if she hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve been early to class. Way to wake up early to arrive on time.
Anyway, I am currently standing in the doorway, my face flushed crimson while my teacher, Mr Andrews, was looking at me sternly. He looked quite young, possibly in his twenties, and he was handsome, too, if you liked men with beards. I didn’t like them— beards, I mean. That was a no-go for me.
“Ms Greene, was it?” Mr Andrews raised his brow, his chocolate brown eyes stern as they looked at me. I nodded mutely, praying for my punishment to be small. My teacher sighed and shook his head. “Late on the first day of school, are we?” I opened my mouth to apologize and explain, but he cut me off. “Kids these days, always late. Do you not know the meaning of being punctual? I would have been lenient, but I want to make you an example of what would happen if you’re tardy. Detention, after school. Meet me in my office—“
I decided I didn’t like this teacher.
“Sorry, sir,” I cut him off quietly. “I have a pass.” I walked up to him and slipped the piece of paper in his hand before walking to an empty seat and sitting down next to a friendly looking girl who looked amused.
“Well, then…” my teacher started awkwardly. “I apologize for that. Let’s uh, let’s get started for today!”