My Destined Lover

Mrs. Boote stood fixed in front of the podium and said impatiently, “Good morning.”

“Good ~ morning ~ teacher~” a scatter of feeble greetings.

Mrs. Boote became even angrier, “Look at you, are you behaving like students? If you really don’t want to study, I suggest you drop out of school and go to work!”

“Mrs. Boote.” Laura, who was always quiet in class, suddenly raised her head and said lazily, “That’s not very nice of you to say. If any of the students take it seriously, you’ll be misleading them.”

Mrs. Boote glared at her, “Did I ask you to speak? Don’t you know that students are not allowed to interrupt when the teacher is talking?”

“I know you’re Nora’s aunt, and I know you have a problem with me. But can you not bring personal emotions to the classroom? There still are a few students willing to study”

Laura said so much that Mrs. Boote stared at her, but she didn’t know what to say back.

In the frozen atmosphere, Mrs. Boote slammed her books on the table and said, “You have a problem with my teaching? Fine, I’m not going to teach this class! You can study on your own!”

Laura was speechless. When had she ever questioned Mrs. Boote’s teaching? But she leaned back in her chair her arms folded without a word and watched indifferently as Mrs. Boote left and slammed the door behind her.

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The teacher’s office.

Mrs. Davis said, “Mrs. Boote, how can you leave your students in the middle of class? Please go back to class.”

“I won’t go!” Mrs. Boote folded her arms and turned her head away angrily.

“I’m telling you, from now on, as long as Laura stays in Class 8 for one day, I won’t go there forever!”

“Come on.” Mrs. Davis was even more helpless, “I’ve told you many times, Nora receiving a demerit is the best way to get through. Why do you have to keep holding it against Laura because of this?”

“I don’t care! I won’t go back!”

On the other side, Class 8 was stirred up.

“It’s so boring…”

“That’s how many classes Mrs. Boote has missed. I’m really speechless…”

“Well, I counted it before. Add this one, exactly ten!”

Someone lamented, “Ten. My bad academic performance is going to get worse.”

“I can’t take it anymore, let’s go talk to the principal!”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

The group of students was still debating in the corner, whether to go to the principal or not when Laura suddenly got up.