Thread: Forced learning

Marine shimmied the skirt of her uniform down to her knees to regather her composure. For as long as you have known me do you really think I am foolish enough to lead you to where I live? She asked him retorically in a calmer tone. Her hand brushed a few strands of blue hair behind her ear, really she was using the palm of her hand briskly to wipe off the feeling of his moist lips and breathe. Marine glanced around with a sigh. He was covering his face now and he had a point. Fine. You can walk me halfway there. She gave into his request. She stepped around the stool and paused as she pointed a finger up near his face. But keep a distance and stay where I can see you. She instructed as she walked through the few stares and out the bar. Kyra woke up bright an early the next morning, though it was not as early as Altain had. She joined her roommate down the hall to the wemon's restroom and freshened up for the day. Walking out she was in a freshly pressed uniform. She was wearing a plaid burgandy skirt rolled up twice at the waist to rise the heme line a few inches above her knee. Her blouse and burgandy sweater vest covered over the waistband. She was wearing white knee high socks with brown shoes that had thick wedged heels for fashion purposes. Her red hair was pulled tight in two long breads and her orange bangs were puffed out across her forhead. Today Kyra was wearing a light coat of make up with soft lipgloss that tasted like bubble gum. Kyra returned to her room to exchange her night clothes and bathroom bag out with her book bag and was soon out of the dorm heading towards the main school. About half an hour passed since Altain planted himself against the wall. Finally a young woman with long pink hair and bright red glasses came down the hallway. There were a few students bustling about the hallways now as it got later in the morning. The woman was in fact the teacher but if it was not for the key to the classroom it would have been difficult to tell. She looked to be in her early twenties and could have been confused as a student if it was casual friday. You must be Mr. Altain, the new student. She greeted the boy as she giggled the keys in the door knob. She spent a few minutes fighting the lock before there was a final click and the knob turned. You are here quite early. You must be eager to learn. Hoping to make a good impression I expect. She said in a friendly tone as if to wish him luck. Finally she had the door open. Well come on in. Have a seat, the other students will be coming shortly. She said as she walked in and set her back on the teachers desk in the front of the room. As the teacher approached Altair Kyra was going to her locker against the wall a few feet behind the boy. She overheard the entire conversation. She sighed and shook her head behind the iron door of her locker as she exchanged a few books and closed it. A good impression with the teacher often meant bad impression for the students. As she closed her locker an female friend joined her side to walk into homeroom with her. By time Kyra reached the door she realized Altain had not even bothered to listen to her fashion advice. What a pity. Now she really had to do something. You are still wearing that horrendous outfit I see. Did you even bother to change this morning? She let out a large sigh as she approached the boy. She was speaking loud enough for her friend and passing students to hear. School hasn't even started and you are already sucking up to the teachers. She practically called him a teachers pet. She leaned her head in closer to him. Minus four dimerits She stated in an amused tone as she began depleting his social status. The girl beside her snickered in amusement. teacher