A couple of weeks had passed since I had had fun with Mrs Carter and they had been quite uneventful. Mainly, I was putting in groundwork for my plans for her but that was really the only thing I was upto, afterall, I didn’t need to study when I could cheat in every exam. However, it was a month before halloween when those plans were put on hold.
My class and I had arrived to our history class to find out that our normal teacher, Mr Grimsby, a man who seemed older than the school itself, had fallen ill and would not be back for the foreseeable future. We were also told that, as a senior year, we would not have a temporary fill in but rather another full time teacher would be moved into our class to take over.
We were then told who we would be getting and it was met with contrasting reactions. From the girls and the people who cared about doing their best in the class there was a groan of despair, but from most of the guys in the class there were grins and jokes shared amongst their friends. The reason for this was that we were getting Mrs Conroy.