"I hope you don't think you like this so-called teacher..."
"I may. If she's nicer than my last teacher, than I'll really like her!" Penelope just looked away as Chris and Hatchet stared at the teacher.
Then the teacher went to the board and gently wrote her name. It read, "Miss Lola". She started to speak.
"As you can see, my name is Miss Lola. I hope I get to teach you children many things this year." The male students were in awe at the teacher's beautiful voice. "Now that you all know my name, I'd like you all to come up and say your name and whatever else you'd like to say, but make it short like I did." She looked around the room and found Hatchet's table. "How about you? Come up and introduce yourself." Hatchet came up, not taking his eyes off Miss Lola. He started.
"M-my name is, well, I wanna be called Hatchet, cuz I don't like my first name." Miss Lola just smiled.
"That's alright, Hatchet, if you're comfortable with the name you choose, we are too." She then caught Chris from the corner of her eye. "How'd you like to go next, dear?"
Chris happily went up by Miss Lola. I wonder if she likes to hear me say nice things about her? Chris thought. Then he started.
"My name is Chris. I think.... Miss Lola is very prettiful." Penelope's mouth was wide open as she sat startled. Miss Lola just beamed.
"Why thank you, Chris. I think you're very handsome as well!" Chris went to sit down as she called other students up. Penelope was disappointed.
"Chris, how could you? You just walk up there like a overconfident being and say "prettiful"? If you're gonna compliment the teacher, atleast use a real word!" Chris was still staring at the teacher.
"B-but I thought it was a word. I had to say something...."
"Maybe she'll teach us new words this year.." Hatchet said, who still stared at Miss Lola. Penelope, along with her classmates, were really young. Even a smart girl like her couldn't understand why the male students drooled over the teacher like she was a chocolate pie. I must find out why these boys are acting weird, Penelope thought.
At lunch, Chris, Hatchet, and Penelope sat together in the cafeteria. Penelope was dazzled at her new surroundings. "I'm so happy we get to eat her now! Not to mention this room is filled with..rare refreshments." Penelope poked at the green slob that was her lunch. "Aren't you guys ecstatic like I am?"
The boys seemed like they were in deep thought. Penelope snapped her fingers in their faces and they came back to Earth.
"Oh, sorry Penelope," Chris said, "I just can't believe we have Miss Lola for a teacher! She's the best!"
"She's so much better than our last teacher! She's nicer, prettier, and her voice is better!" Hatchet said.
Penelope couldn't believe it. They were already putting Miss Lola on a pedistool.
"This is only the first day. What if she's not what she seems? She could end up being a meanie too! Like my father says, never judge a book by it's cover."
"But Miss Lola isn't a book, she's a teacher." Chris said.
"It's a figure of speech. It applies to real life events." Penelope replied. Before she could finish her last sentence, they were already rambling about Miss Lola again. With that, Penelope walked to another table and sat down. She began to go deep into thought.
Hmmm, Penelope thought. I remember my father acting starstruck like these boys. It was a television show he was watching. It had doll-looking females walking on a platform while other people in the audience watched. These women strangely looked alot like Miss Lola. My father looked at all these women like they were Greek Goddesses or those mythical Sirens. Me, I just look at them like when I look at my feet: Okay, not that big of a deal. They're just feet. They're just females. Why are they better than me? If only I knew, Penelope thought.