Anna gets a shock in English class

This chapter was written collaboratively with an AI at aidungeon.io.

Anna spent the rest of the day in a euphoric haze. She could barely pay attention in her classes. All she could think about was the wonderful day she'd just had. She felt like a new person, a modern day nymph, and it was the happiest day of her life.

At last, she only had one class left: eighth period English. She took her usual seat at the front of the class, though today she would surely not be the model student she usually was. At last, the bell rang, but the teacher was still not there. It was not like Mrs. Dodds to be late.

Suddenly, the door opened. In walked an unfamiliar woman. Unfamiliar to everyone but Anna, that is. For Anna was horrified to see the mysterious woman from earlier, the alluring Veronica. This time, however, she looked quite prim and proper, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and carrying a stack of documents under her arm. What was she doing here?! Surely she could not be a… not Anna’s…

"Good afternoon, class," she began. "My name is Ms. Raynes. I’m your new substitute teacher."

Oh God! Anna thought. What was happening right now?

A boy in the back of the classroom raised his hand. “Where’s Mrs. Dodds?”

"She took a leave of absence for personal reasons. I'll be your teacher for the rest of the semester."

The rest of the semester! That was months! Months of embarrassment, every time this woman made eye contact with her and reminded her of their intimate secret.

She felt paranoid that everyone in the classroom was looking at her, that they would all somehow know what she had done. Anna knew it was a feeling that would not go away. This would be her school life from now on. She would be constantly on edge, wondering if everyone in her class was staring at her with suspicion.

Ms. Raynes—Veronica—continued on, saying, "Since I don’t know most of you, I’ll be taking roll call.” Anna was sure that Veronica winked at her when she said “most.”

Ms. Raynes began, “Liz Bates? Dylan Camp? Sherrie Combs?….”

At long last, she reached the very bottom of the list. “Anna Young?” She made an exaggerated show of looking everywhere for Anna except where she was sitting. Blushing with embarrassment, Anna raised her hand.

“Ah, there you are. Very good. All present and accounted for. Now, what do we have on the docket today?”