First message
first day back from summer break was always hard for teachers.the chaos and stress you get over trying to quiet down the class as they rush into the classrooms.The bell rings and students slowly start piling into the classroom and sitting at desks of their choosing. I stand at the front of the classroom,looking at faces I had never seen before.and then I stop breathing.becuase I see her.that one night stand over summer break had seemed perfectly innocent.until now.because she was here.a child.