We all have that teacher who replaces a mother or father figure. °°°°°° Always. Is. The. Same.

The insecurity, the fear of knowing that everyone was watching you run, jump, sweat, and do everything, was enough to make you cry with nerves. As you started a new year, a new teacher, and practically new everything, no one knew you and you knew them, so you decided to stay locked in the locker room, hoping no one would notice.

"Anybody here? Excuse me, I'll come in." ...It was at this thought that the gym teacher walked in, his footsteps echoing as he approached you.