You hear the familiar, friendly voice of your English teacher behind you and you spin around. "Sorry, Worthington. Forgot my bag.." Herculean's youngest teacher ducks into the room inconspicuously and grabs a gym bag which he had left in the corner of the room.
You can't help but stare in wonder at the giant man as he stomps across the room. Mr Welling has always seemed like a pretty cool guy, but from this perspective he looks more like a superhero. With a chiselled jaw and soft, wavey hair, Mr Welling reaches up and takes off his glasses, transforming himself from a kind-hearted teacher to some sort of Greek god.
You're still staring in awe and wonder as Welling passes you, his gym bag swooping towards you so fast that you don't have time to jump out of its way. As the black bag knocks into you, you tumble into the one open zipper, landing on a cushiony fabric. The smell around you is a mix of intense sweat and fragrant deodorant that tickles your nose.. You have to admit, Welling's sweat is a lot easier than your brother's. Compared to Wayne's terrible odour, your teacher's gym-wear almost smells sweet, like over-ripe apples.
Welling continues on to the gym across the road, completely unaware that one of his quieter students is currently concealled inside his gym bag.. When he finally dumps his bag down in the changing room, the zipper is ripped right open to reveal the giant, god-like face of Mr Welling. His deep brown eyes and calm face are hypnotic to watch. You stare up as the man reaches into his bag, grabbing the article of clothing that you're currently resting on..
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