The Teacher (5)

Ryan

“Miss Mcdonald, your time is up. If it’s not too much trouble, get to your seat,” I told Lucy.

Her face was white in shame, and she appeared to be up to this point away. I sat tight for a couple of more minutes, trusting that she would return to her detects, however she didn’t, really I requested that two female understudies hold her hands and lead her to her seat.

“Many thanks for taking an interest. Tragically, we need to plan the following piece of this discussion later. You can scatter,” I told the class, and they all surged out aside from Lucy.

I approached her work area and gave her a container of water. She didn’t understand I was there till I hammered the jug around her work area.

“Sir!” she said, checking out the class. At the point when she understood it was only both of us, she requested where the rest from her cohorts were.

“I need to go,” she