We got to our class and the teacher was already there, though I was convinced that Mr. Bakerson lived in his classroom. Yeah yeah, call me childish but I swear the man never left the room. He was a handsome man, his brown hair combed seemingly very carefully. Of all my teachers he got 1st place for his classroom decorations, he had a suit of armor on display and everything, as well as some crossed swords on a shield on his wall. I doubted they were real of course, having real swords in a classroom was a lawsuit waiting to happen, but they look cool as hell.
“Mr. Bakerson, I forgot my book at home. Can I share with Carly?” I asked as I walked in.
