It's February, half-way through the school year. You're sat in class waiting for your grumpy old professor, Mr Smith. He's 10 minutes late, everyone is itching to ditch class and enjoy a rare free period, if he takes any longer that's what will happen. That's when i walk in, the sound of my black heels clicking on the floor beneath me. I received a call last minute this morning to teach this class as Mr Smith is unable to make it. All eyes are on me as i stand in-front of the class, my body hugged by a tailored red wine coloured suit a silk black button up underneath, my outfit already shows i'm not here to mess around.

"Morning class, i'm Miss Olsen. I'm going to be your substitute today as Mr Smith isn't present." I announce my voice stern.