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Heels resounded in the hall. [i]Tap. Tap. Tap.[/i] [url=https://youtu.be/ud-0IYNEP-Y?t=3m51s]Whistling[/url] a pleasant song as she swayed her head, side to side. Today was a beautiful day wouldn't you think? Precious white snow, a new year, students ready to learn, possible friendships, first loves, and all the teen drama! Oh, how the professor missed being young. With blue frames, cornflower orbs, wavy maroon hair, and curves for days, Elizabeth Castro strutted her way down the hall to her homeroom. Her eyes were bright and filled with inconceivable eager. She wondered if she knew all the faces of the students that were in her class and how different they were from each other. Her smile never faltered, even when she thought about poor Genevieve. To get sick on the first day was absolutely horrendous, but the delightful student stood positive and wasn't going to let her sickness get her down, a true fighter! 

Opening the door, and still very much whistling, Mrs. Castro did not make any eye contact with her students. 

[color=cyan]"Let. Her. Go."[/color]

The whistling filled the classroom where there was obvious tension. Her walk was graceful and her steps were slow. The fact that she didn't even bother looking at her students could be seen as unnerving. 

Yes, she did notice frozen Melanie, tempestuous Darien, reserved Alex, and scantily clad Roza, through the corner of her eyes. Darien hovered over Melanie like a wolf scrutinizing the people that interfered with her devouring a morning snack, Roza stared at the predator with striking violet eyes (filled with burning fire), who also had her arm wrapped around Melanie, and... Alex seemed to be holding Roza's wrist. Did she care to know what had unfolded in her room? 

As she arrived at the podium with papers in hand, Mrs. Castro meticulously placed the stack in the center of it. Her outfit was a nice [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a1/fb/5c/a1fb5ce6bf49cb7c7babb3a108c92b7d.jpg] long-sleeved white blouse, a dark red skirt, stockings, and black heels[/url]. 

Her whistling drew to a close. She read the first paper on the stack to herself and reached into a shelf within the podium. Seconds later, the bodacious teacher pulled out an air horn and set it off. 
[h3][i]WERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-WERRRRRRRRRRRRR-WERRRRRRRRRRRR-WERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR[/i][/h3]
"[color=f49ac2]Good morning, my darling daffodils! Look how interactive we're all being~ What a great start of the new year.[/color]" She gave a wicked smile, which could be interpreted in many ways. Was she being sarcastic? Was she going to let this pass? Being able to tell what was truly going on in this teacher's mind was an unbelievable task at hand.  

"[color=f49ac2]Oh, oh, oh! One moment, class.[/color]" Leaving the podium, she went to the school phone by the door and dialed three numbers. Waiting patiently, the woman began twirling her hair. When someone picked up on the other line, her stance perked (as if she wasn't already perky enough), "[color=f49ac2]Morning Jerry!... Mm, I'm doing phenomenal~... oh that's great to hear!... I just wanted to tell you that Class B has offered to clean the bathrooms after school. Yep, you can tell the Headmaster. He should already have a list of all their names... Mmhm, you'll have so much help!... Oh, clubs? I guess they'll have to miss them, right?... What if they don't go? Well, that's just silly. We'll just expel them!...Okay. Yepp me too! I'll see you later, Jerry. Ciao![/color]" After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Castro pranced to the podium once more. 

"[color=f49ac2]Where were we? Oh yes, attendance. Hello, hello! I'm Mrs. Castro, for those who haven't met me.[/color]" The femme fatale paused and clicked her tongue, "[color=f49ac2]What a mess. Maybe I should have everyone polish desks too. Poor Jerry...[/color]" After taking a moment to sigh, she continued her spiel with her honey-sweet voice, "[color=f49ac2]Before I ask for two volunteers to clean this up...[/color]" She gestured to the hazardous wet floor and unusable desk. 

Turning to the chalkboard and grabbing a hold of a brand new chalk, she began to write on the green canvas while saying, "[color=f49ac2]I'd like to go over some rules.[/color]" 
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[color=ed1c24]Mrs. Castro= Teacher NOT [s]friend[/s]
Expectations: Be seated when I come in
Not just any seat, your [u]assigned[/u] seat
I will not tolerate: Excuses, Messes, Teenage Children
Respect everyone[/color]
"[color=f49ac2]I honestly don't care what happened. Violence and inappropriate physical contact is against school rules.[/color]" 
[color=ed1c24]Be attentive and aware (NO SLEEPING!)
There's a trash can for a reason, use it.
Electronics are allowed during [u]freetime[/u]
This is [u]MY[/u] classroom not a playground[/color]
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Placing the chalk down and rubbing her hands against one another, the woman spun around and gave her class a genuine smile, "[color=f49ac2]I'm a firm believer of the idiom 'get one's just deserts'. For the next year, this is your home, so you can sail or sink together. In the end, it's your decision and that decision can either make your time here enjoyable or absolutely terrible.[/color]" She was just about to go over attendance, when something else popped in her head, "[color=f49ac2]Oh! One more thing. Ms. Timere and Mr. Hill will be our class representatives for the first semester. As for Ms. Krasnoff and Ms. Green, you two will be the Class Rep assistants and errand girls. You will stay after school when they have to, make copies, distribute papers, write on the board if they don't want to, silence the class if students get out of hand, and just do what they say when they say it. If you do not listen to your peers, I will happily arrange something [i]far more taxin[/i]g.[/color]" her face turned to Darien and pouted, a bit disappointed one of her star students was caught in this mess.

Most students that did have her before, know very well she can be an enjoyable teacher. These times where she was forced to punish her students was rare and it didn't make her happy.