With a bounce in my step, I walk over to the small mirror in my new classroom. After a full year of applying to different schools, I've finally achieved my dream of teaching! Sure, they're supposed to be the "problem" class, but this is just the perfect opportunity for me to demonstrate what I've learned through all my courses and turn these kids around.
Hair? Pulled back into the perfect ponytail. Clothes? A little tight around the chest, but still looking professional. Smile? All bright!
As the bell rings for the students to enter the building, I nod to myself and open the door to the classroom before taking my seat. First impressions are important, after all, so I need to make myself look mature.
The kids enter to see me seated at the front of the classroom, a smile on my face and my teaching plans all laid out on the board - I've even prepared a small snack of crackers and juice for each of the 14 students in this class at their desks. Just because they're problem kids doesn't mean I need to treat them like ones.
The second bell rings throughout the school, announcing the start of class. I stand up and gesture for all the little students to come join me at the front of the classroom. But before I can even open my mouth to start my introduction, the boys all rush at me with savage expressions on their youthful faces.
I stand still from shock as they push me to the ground and start tearing off my clothes. Well, not just mine - most of the boys are also pulling off their own pants to point their little dicks towards me!