Maya was a dumb blonde. In fact, she was the stereotype. And that was especially in history. History was not her strong suit, to say the least. She always struggled in it.

The History teacher, Mr. Foster, was a great teacher. He was the History teacher, brown hair, green eyes, muscles but still lean. Almost all the girls obsessed over him. He was 34, while most of his students where 14-17.

Maya was 16, but she was mature. She was filled in all of the right places, almost all of the boys were after her.

After class, she walked up to his class. "Mr. Fosterr... I don't understand any of this. Can you help me?" She asks, leaning on the table, her little corset not covering much, nor was her little skirt.