Dead Morning America
The Class Room
Ellie Coulter leaned sideways in her desk chair in order to get a better look at the teacher. It was always frustrating to have people between them. If she could have it her way Ellie would call Daddy and have him hire the teacher as a private tutor. Of course that was never going to fly. Daddy would have a fit if he knew half the thoughts that whirled around inside Ellie's mind during last period. If Ellie got caught doing anything extra curricular with the man then it was off to an all girl's boarding school.
And that had to be avoided at all costs. Ellie hated other girls just like the one blocking her view.
Ellie had a scowl on her face as she ripped out a piece of paper from her spiral notebook. She had been taking notes on the subject but there was a far better use for the paper. It was waded up into a nice tight ball. Ellie cocked back her hand and prepared to unleash the kraken on the back of Jessica Turner's stupid blond head.
The bell rang, dismissing the end of school.
Ellie let down her hand as all the other high school kids rushed to get the hell out of the classroom. While they vacated what they envisioned was Hell on Earth, Ellie took her sweet time. The girl packed away all her school things nice and neat into her book satchel. Now was the time to make her move and see exactly how far the teacher's morals could be pushed.
When the rest of the students were gone, Ellie rose from her seat and threw her satchel on her shoulder. She fluffed up her brown hair and walked towards the front of the class room.
For a young adolescent girl, Ellie was stunning. She had legs that went on for miles and a cheerleader's body. The girl always wore the most expensive clothing that was fashionable for teenagers and the most revealing she could get away with in school. Today she strategically wore crazy short denim shorts and a loose shirt with a scooped neckline. Ellie's long hair was left down and it looked like she had just rolled out of bed. Her eyes were dark and dangerously flirtatious as she sashayed her way toward his desk.
When Ellie got there she smiled at the teacher with her straight pearly whites and leaned her hip against his desk.
"I wanted to know if I could get some extra credit since I was failing your class," Ellie said. There was a mischievous grin on her face that suggested she was not talking about books and paperwork.