First Class With Miss Alyssa

The teacher walks in, and places her bag, books, and laptop on her desk, before she orders us to take a seat. I hang my backpack on my chair, then take a seat like the rest of the class, and pay attention closely to hear what the teacher has to say. Everyone keeps quiet, it’s a bit strange to hear honestly, but they are also paying attention to the teacher, so I guess they are just respectful -- or maybe they are robots, or not actual students.

The teacher stands in front of the blackboard, waiting for everyone to stop talking, and pay attention to her. That was already achieved though, everyone is quiet and staring at her, but apparently she wants more attention - But I mean, who wouldn’t look at her, I would give her all the attention she needs. At this point, I’m already starting to admire my teacher’s beauty, and we haven’t even met. The class hasn’t even begun, and I can’t help but look at her shape.

This teacher seems to be in her mid twenties, maybe 26 years old -- I can’t really guess ages. She just stands there, displaying her curvy figure. She has a body that every man would kill for. Her sparkling amber hair is the thing that catches my attention the most. Her brown eyes are also looking at each one of us, slowly inspecting the entire room in complete silence -- which becomes a bit uncomfortable, but gives me more time to admire her.

I try not to look at anything else below her face, but it is almost impossible not to stare at her breasts, as she is wearing a white blouse, and a long, cute cardigan. She isn’t wearing that much revealing clothes, but she does have a long, black skirt that complements her hot teacher look, and it makes her look gorgeous -- not so much a teacher, but she is damn hot, that’s for sure. But as I keep looking at her, she finally opens her mouth, and I almost wish she didn’t.

"Hello students, welcome to your first year here at Sunset College… I'm Miss Alyssa, I will be your math and physics teacher, but most importantly I will be your counselor... that means that I will be the one to contact and talk to your parents, I will be the host of the class reunions, and in general I will be the one to take care of you, although the others teachers will also try their best to give you a proper education… So if you have any problem, you come to me... You can also go to the other teachers for other stuff related to their subjects, but I would appreciate it if you came to me first for any school related problem or doubt” - she says with a smile, and she does look pretty, but incredibly strict, and a little boring. She does show some enthusiasm, but after such a long speech, we all just kind of stare at her, without saying anything. She then looks a little worried to see we are not replying, but that’s when she changes her demeanor to a more lively one.

“I was planning to go straight to the class, but I know that it’s your first time here, and you knoooow… I thought maybe we could first get to know each other and take it easy this first day… I don’t want to overwhelm all of you right at the beginning of the year, so let’s start a little game…” - she follows up, and sounds way more playful, friendly, and like an actual fun person. I’m sure that speech was just a formality, and she seems to be a lighthearted teacher, so I’m curious to see what she has in mind -- but apparently so does the entire class, and they sound even more excited than me.

“What kind of game are we playing? Strip poker?” - someone in the class asks, but I can’t see who it was, since everyone bursts out laughing. Amongst all the noise, I can see the teacher giggling as well, and she even gives a wink to whoever said that, and leaves me confused - Oh, so I guess we can just openly flirt with our teachers and it’s fine, everyone just laughs about it… That’s great!

“Not that kind of game… It’s more of an activity to get to know each other by saying things about ourselves in front of class, what do you think?” - Miss Alyssa replies, and instantly everyone starts cheering. I can’t help but get a bit worried to go in front of class, and start talking about myself to this many people. I’m hoping I won’t be picked first, but as everyone laughs, Miss Alyssa starts looking around the class, trying to find someone to pick.

She takes a while searching for who to choose, and she even looks at me a couple of times, but I try to look away, so I don’t stand out that much. The class is fairly big, and there are quite a lot of us, so it makes sense she has a hard time picking one student out of all of us -- we are around 35 to 40, I’m not so sure. We are definitely a lot, but it doesn’t really look like it, mainly because the room is so goddamn massive, and also because the class is separated in small groups, so not every row of seats is full.

We are pretty much all dispersed around the whole room, but maybe being in groups helps to not get picked first. I’m glad I’m with Matthew’s group of friends, so I don’t seem lonely, or like I'm new in school - But technically everyone should be new here, right?. I don't even want to think about the teacher’s methods for picking a student, so I just have to wait to see who she chooses first.

Miss Alyssa stops searching for someone to pick, as she finally decides to start in order. She begins asking from the nearest person to her, and then all of the students from that row, to then probably move to the other row. This means I will probably be last, so I’m relieved to have enough time to come up with what to say.

“You… you are going first… Come on, don’t be shy, just go in front of the board and tell us who you are…” - Miss Alyssa says to the girl right next to her, who seems too nervous to speak, but goes anyway. The girl follows the teacher’s orders, and she walks to the board. She holds her arm, and looks down, but I can tell she is cute. Her hair looks a little dyed with a mix of purple, maybe some blue as well, but I think that looks pretty cool on her. She isn’t willing to talk though, and she just looks at the teacher, so she clearly needs some encouragement.

“What’s your name?” - is Miss Alyssa’s first question to the girl, who looks up, and doesn’t hesitate anymore.

“My name is Ashley Smith” - the girl replies.

“How old are you?” - Miss Alyssa continues asking.

“I just turned 18, miss” - Ashley replies all shyly, but I think it’s adorable.

“Where are you from?” - the teacher asks again.

“I live here in Simpley… I went to a different school in another city for a while, but in senior year I joined the school and now I’m here…” - Ashley responds, and sounds as innocent, and timid as I expected, but her answer leaves me a little confused - Wait, what? How did she join this school if this is the first year? Is this a highschool as well?? Did they study here before and that’s why they all know each other??. I keep questioning Ashley’s answer for a while, not even thinking if she might have misspoken from her nervousness. But as I can’t find any answers, I keep listening to what the teacher’s questions are.

“Why are you here?” - Miss Alyssa asks next, and Ashley struggles for a while to come up with an answer - I mean jeez, what a question… It took me like 3 hours to think of the same thing, how does she expect her to answer that?

“Well, I want to be a teacher when I grow up, and I know this school is the best way to reach my goal so now I’m here to study and try to pass this year…” - Ashley responds, and I find her answer quite interesting. I’m curious to hear her goals, but I’m also eager to learn everything about all my other classmates, so I’m looking forward to more questions.

“Tell us three things about yourself…” - Miss Alyssa asks, and catches pretty much everyone by surprise. Ashley looks speechless by the teacher’s order, but she takes a moment to think before speaking.

“Ummm… I’m friendly, I guess… I don’t like arguing with people, I love animals and playing games… I don’t know what more I could say” - Ashley responds awkwardly, but that answer seems to please Miss Alyssa, but I feel like we all fear she is going to ask the poor Ashley more stuff.

“Excellent, see, that was simple… Now go take a seat and the next one please come over here to tell us about yourself” - Miss Alyssa says, after giving Ashley a small cheerful clap, which seems to make her smile. I’m happy to see her a bit more confident after telling the entire class about herself, but then I realize that Miss Alyssa is going to ask the same questions to literally every student here, And while she looks comfortable, as she sits back on her chair, crossing her legs, and playing with her hair, as she listens to the next student, I’m not too eager to be a part of this anymore - Oh boy, we are going to be here for a long time, aren’t we?