Keila
Keila sauntered into the classroom. A thick folders amidst her arms and a black shoulder bag onto her shoulder. She stepped in and put out all the folders above the table. Leaned her shoulder bag on her chair and deeply sighed.
She was so tired. She felt lazy because she had a lack of sleep. Curse to that guy. She's glad to know that she's not late. Why does she think about that guy? Stupid her. He's not worth it to think and s**t. She doesn't care after all if that guy kissed a lot of the hottest women. Keila massage her forehead popped out a sin scenario in her mind while her other hand on her waist. Oh god what she thinks about? That bastard! Keila was pulled out of her deep thoughts by chortle kids. She glanced at the door and saw her students entering while their bag was in th
