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The weeks seemed to be flying by as the middle of the term approached and Peter was becoming more and more confident teaching as the days went by. It was Friday morning at last. This week had been a busy one with every one of his classes having to sit mid-term tests and today would be no different with his year eleven class producing a timed essay on the course book they were reading through.
Hearing the bell for first period ring, Peter made his way across the class in an attempt to welcome the pupils as they entered. Looking down the line of teenagers as they made their way inside, Peters eyes were quickly drawn once again to Carla.
"Miss Donovan, I'm hoping somebody has already spoken to you about why red stilettos are not a suitable item for school" He began, slowly moving his eyes from her footwear to her face, which was just a beautiful as ever.
"Nah. Yah really think the mugs in this place could stop me? It's a free country Barlow, I will wear what I wanna wear."
"It's Sir to you." Peter shouted after her, but all demands fell on deaf ears as her friend Michelle was soon found and conversation between the pair resumed.
"Carla I won't ask you again. This essay needs to be wrote, without it you won't pass the course" Peter pleaded with the teenage girl sat opposite him. It was nearly half-way through the lesson and she still hadn't wrote a single word. "Use the book if you have to but just write something yeah?"
"And I won't say it again sir. I am not writing some essay on a book I have no interest in. I've never wrote one before, what makes yah think I'm gonna change now." Carla protested back, chucking her book along the classroom till it hit against someone's face. "Watch it specks! I bet that book cost money, unlike the famously bad anti-dandruff shampoo you use." She yelled at the poor girl who was already trying her hardest to hold the tears in following Carla's outburst but when the whole class came out in fits of giggles she had no choice but to run from the class and hide in the nearest bathroom.
"CARLA! Outside now!" Peter suddenly yelled pointing towards the door.
I'm really sorry but this is a tiny and rubbish chapter but I am planning on updating this later today. I've just got some serious writers block going on and nothing seems to inspire me lately. If you can please review! I'd love to hear what you guys are thinking of this story! X