Forever Blowing Bubbles

two.

my day started like any other. standing in the hallway where i teach history and pe.
like any other day i continued to hang around the front of the building to watch the kids pile in.
woah who the bloody 'ell is that? i was thinking as i watched a teacher walk in. she didn't make it up the second step before she fell up the stairs.
i quickly stepped down the 6 steps and started picking up some books.
she had stood up and brushed herself off.
"oh thanks." she said smiling taking the books from me. to my suprise she had a yank accent.
"not a problem. are you alrite?" i smiled back at her while we started walking up the stairs.
"yea, first day"
"well then you'll want ta see the principle, let me show you his office eh?"
she nodded.
we coutinued walking and i pointed her in the correct direction.
"thanks again." she said
i smiled and nodded before watching her turn around and walk in the office.
i can't remember a time when i had seen such a beautiful girl. she had the beautiful brown curly locks that fell mid way down her back. she had an amazing smiled filled with straight white teeth, which was something you seldom find in europe. she was a little short compared to me but im gonna guess she was about 5'7-5'9. the only thing i could think that made her imperfect was the fact that she was a yank, which was something that i could easily get over.
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"mr. dunham!" one of my students called in my 1st period history class..
"yea mate?"
"did you see the new art teacher today, fit as a fiddle" he said.
i laughed a little at his immaturity.
"mate, you don't talk about the teachers like that. plus shes to old for you" i said smiling at him.
"what you think she likes you?"
"i don't know why she wouldn't"
the entire class laughed.
"aww what?"
"mr. dunham, no offense sir, but shes a bit out 'o your league."
at this moment all the kids owwwed.
"are you all serious? out of my league. nonsense, get back to your work"