My Best Friend is my Teacher!

Author's note: This story is meant to be played using the start game button off to the right. Also the name of the protagonist(you) can be modified using the customize tab(also to the right).

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You mutter to yourself as you quickly rush into the halls of your high school. This is the worst. The first day of your senior year and you're already twenty minutes late for class. It was just terrible luck that your car broke down and you had to call to get it towed and wait for it to get there. Honestly, it's surprising that the truck arrived when it did and not an hour or two later.

"Fuuuck...." You zoom past a teacher and he yells at you to slow down, but you barely register it as you rush to your classroom.You wanted to start your last year of school off on a positive note...Now it looks like you're going to be stuck in detention already. Mrs Jefferson has been your homeroom teacher for the last three years and she always had a zero-tolerance policy for tardiness. It probably came from her old age. The old woman always looked like she would just fall apart if she tripped and fell or something. Regardless, being late is not something that she approves of at all.

Finally you arrive at the door and quickly open it and rush in, "I'm sorry Mrs. Jefferson! My car broke down and i didn't mean to be..."

You stop and stare in shock at the teacher at the head of the class. She's leaning over her desk part-way through taking attendance and looks up at you. This person is definitely not Mrs. Jefferson. You recognize her all too well though. Her short brown hair and brown eyes peeking out from behind a thin pair of glasses. Admittedly her attire does look more professional than you're used to seeing her in with a white button down blouse and a cream colored skirt that goes down to her knees. Despite that, you could tell that it was definitely Natalie Goldwater!

Natalie smiles at you, "Mr.Doe, so nice of you to join us. Please take a seat"

You haven't seen Natalie in two years since she graduated from High School. She was the first person for you to befriend during your freshman year and were best friends ever since. She was smart. Way smarter than you. Often she would help you with homework assignments and you would be study buddies. Now,i t seems as if she's now sitting at the head of your class as if she was your teacher. You knew that she was taking college courses during high school, but you didn't know it was enough to skip two whole years of schooling for her teaching degree.