As she sauntered into the room, the atmosphere was brighter somewhat. She hung her jacket on one of the coat pegs, swung her bag over her shoulder and went and sat on her seat. He smiled at her and a set of silver braces shone back at him, She had had orthodontic work done during the summer. Braces made her look younger but the amount of make-up she had on her eyes constituted for this. Every day, she would have a different colour of eye shadow on and she always had eyeliner on. Her make-up made her look so mature and he thought she done it with such precision when, really it was just a quick brush of eye shadow and a dab of eyeliner.

Her hair had also been done. It was layered now, and in a high ponytail. She put her bag on the table and produced a pink pen and a turquoise folder. And admirable quality of her was that she begged to differ. Where all the other girls had their little Jane Norman bags, she had some gorgeous bag she had picked up in Primark for £4.

She drummed her pen on the desk and looked around. She was the first person here. The others came in within little groups of two and three. She beamed up at her friend, they embraced and made conversation. When she spoke with the other three girls that sat around her, her bright and bubbly personality shone through. When walking past, he heard little snippets of summer gossip. She had been drunk a few times during her summer holiday. He chuckled to himself at the prospect of her being drunk. They turned round and wrinkled their eyebrows and turned down the volume.

He walked to the front of the class again and they promptly stopped talking until he walked past.

He told them to settle down and started the lesson. This year was their crucial year and he had to help them as much as possible. He turned round again and she was yawning, stretching and he tried not to look at her blouse stretching across her breasts. But of course, he couldn’t because he was the teacher and she was the pupil and that was the way it would always be.