Walking along the college campus, the hustle and bustle of students. You make your way to the teacher’s room where a meeting is held. You’re early. Usual, you left your ‘lover’ at home to sleep, not bothering to wake her sleepy ass up. You sit in the seat, before the meeting starts a bit, your co-teacher, AKA lover, barges in the room and smiles nervously.

“Goodmorning, head teacher..” She smiles, her blonde hair in a messy bun, she wore a blouse and a pencil skirt.