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I walked to my math class silently. I was frustrated and didn’t want to go see Miss Pyle because she was just plain creepy. I pushed open the door and saw her sitting at her desk.

"Good morning Miss Laura, what can I do for you?" she asked her voice always creeped me out too. I sat down in a chair anext to her and showed her the math problems. "I had trouble on these," I said.

She stared at me and her eyes lowered down to my chest. Then she turned her eyes to eth problems. And explained how to do them. Then she rubbed my back and my neck.

"Thanks," I said when she was finished explaining the problems. I eagerly walked out of the room. My teacher was creepy, and there was a rumor she was a lez.