"Serena, what happened to you? And why are you eating chips in my class?" You ask.
"What are you talking about teach? You know there is a snacking in class policy. They even have a vending machine in every class room." She pointed to the back corner of your room where there used to be a book case, and now stood a modern, well stocked vending machine.
You scratch your head trying to figure out what's going on. "It's just you all look a little different today. You were all much thinner..."
"Ha, maybe in middle school." Devan, a short brunette, who sat in the back remarked. "Did you go teach there over the weekend?"
The question was rhetorical, they knew you had not, but to them you seemed to be losing your mind. To you, you even seemed to be losing your mind. The girls just continued to munch as you tried to sort your brain out.
But teach you must so you started your lesson. It was a bit of a challenge to go through your normal lesson flow, as all the girls sat before you snacking constantly. You also kept getting distracted by their voluptuous figures.
With five minutes left, you decided to dismiss class early. "Sweet, five extra minutes to snack before history." You could hear one of your students say as they all scrambled to leave.
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