Thread: Highschool's So Boring

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. As Mr. Stephenson's class settled, an echoing sound from the hall filled the classroom. It was steady in pace, and could easily be defined as shoe steps. Who did they belong to though? The class became consumed with curiosity as the sound grew louder and louder! Was it the super intendant? A teacher? Secretary? The students who sat closest to the front of the class leaned forward in their seats trying to get a better view out the hall door. All the while, Mr. Stephenson had began to write things on the chalk board. What section were they on? Poems? Essay analysis? Grammar? Story study? The old geezer always had a hard time keeping on track of his classes. And who would blame him? With such young pretty things running about, it was hard enough not to pop a boner! None of it mattered as his writing was terribly scratchy, leaving students squinting as they tried to decipher it. Ahh---yes! The shoes. They were a pair of caramel-coloured leather boots. It was her favourite colour of leather. They were loose around her lethe calves. They gave her an added 3-inches of height, bringing her up to 5ft3, typically she was five foot even. Matching these boots were a pair of long, creamy white legs. Her skin was almost illuminous due to her lack of sun, although it wasn't quite pale. Sure it was white, but she had peachy pink undertones! Especially in her face. Oh, boy! Was she ever fair of face. It was a lovely heart shape, something that could fit into a large hand perfectly. She had a slim nose, plush lips, and two large ocean blue eyes. She was a lion, with a wild mane of long loose golden curls that cascaded down her mid back. Stopping in the door way, she lightly knocked on the door. Umm, excuse me, are you Professor Stephenson? Oh! What a sweet voice. The petite angel awaited a response. Ellie was tiny in bone structure, but attached to her chest were a rather plump pair of C-cup, err, D-cup, breasts! Whichever the size was, they were magnified by sheer contrast to her tiny waist. She was well equipped with a perfect hour glass figure. She wore a pair of distressed jean short-shorts, and a worn out purple-crop tee shirt. Her leather backpack hung low, hitting against her bum it matched her boots. Professor Stephenson looked for to her from the black board. He took in her appearance before it occured to him he was instructing. He gave a nod, Yes, it is. You're the new transfer student aren't you? Lovelock wasn't it? In anycase, take a seat, and open your text to page 78. Ellie gave a nod and moved through the class. Click. Clack. Went her heels as she made her way to her seat. Her hips rolled softly, catching the attention to those who gave it. Sure she was a babe, but Ellie was more so concerned about making the right-sort of friends. She sat in the empty desk just to the side of Tommy. Annnnd... she didn't pay him an ounce of attention. Instead she looked out the window for a quick second before rummaging through her book bag. Taking out the text book, she flipped it open to the new chapter. Looking up to the front, she squinted. The hell was he writting...? Ellie furrowed her brow somewhat as she tried to figure out what she was suppose to be writting notes on.