Notes

Feels like my life is ready to blow
I was sitting in the classroom, daydreaming. I was always daydreaming. It has been a habit of mine to wander off when teachers explain and to go to my imagination. Sometimes i dont even think at all, I'm just not there. This time I was thinking of something. It was english class, and i always thought of one thing during english class; Miss Prochet. It was a classic teacher crush, she was just something else. I imagined i stayed late to class or that she asked me to help her in anyway. It always started differently, but it always ended the same way. That day I wasn´t in the mood for assignments. Of course I would´t doubt for a second if Miss Prochet gave me a special assignment. When my partners answered the book I looked at her body as she fixed her skirt. I was so lost in her legs that i didn't notice when she looked up and catch me starring. She laughed, she knew kids stared at her, dreaming to get near that body. I quickly looked at other direction, but the crime was done, and Miss Prochet called me to the front of the classroom. She told me she knew what I was doing and then the bell rang. Everybody stood up and left the room. As everybody walked out Miss Prochet told me not to do it again, or not to get caught doing it and she winked her eye. It was too much for it to be true. I stood still as she picked her stuff and stood up. Mis Prochet told me she had an appointment to get to, but she could stay a little while in her car if i wanted to. I snapped out of it and nodded. She giggled, she knew she had me on her feet.
She walked down the hallway, she knew everybody looked at her as she walked by. She knew her skirts where the center of attention, that is why she kept wearing them. She half smiled at the boys who pretended to be busy on their lockers.