Michael gently knocked before walking into the empty classroom,five minutes early. Michael was a mini version of his father,the lighter blonde hair that he had once had as a child,was now turned a light brown and his deep,dark brown eyes were the same and his height. "Hi Mickey," Rachel greeted him as she marked the year sevens homework. "Hi Rach,you nervous?" He asked,settling down at the front desk. "A bit. It's the first time your father has seen me teach," she smiles, now sitting opposite him.
"Don't worry. You'll do great! It'll be awkward though...what with the subject..."he rambles rather nervously and quite flustered.
"Thanks and I know...thanks for bringing it up. I still can't get over how much you've grown,"Rachel chuckled as she ruffled his hair slightly,"then again it has been seven years." Her tone of voice showed sadness and regret for past events,which Michael picked up on. "I know Rach," Michael sympathised placing a comforting hand on her left shoulder,"I know." The sound of the bell echoing throughout the school brought them out of their conversation. Rachel stood up again,going towards her desk as Michael smiled reassuringly at her. Students filled in through the single door and then last was Eddie,who gave her a brief smile, before taking his seat at the back of the class.
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