Preston's POV
Rob said he found a job. An actual real job.
I'm proud of my Flower King. The grown male finally found a job.
The age difference is a small gap. Sure, I may be just 18, but Robs only 23.
Not too big a deal. Not too big an age gap.
"Yo, Preston." A friend of mine, Mitch, says. "We have a new teacher, since you made Ms. Mariee quit." I smiled at him.
"You know I did you a favor, Mitch. She was harassing you to death!" I laugh. "The glue will stay in her hair for at least a week." Mitch shook his head, but couldn't hide his smile.
I slugged his shoulder. "Now, let's see who our new English teacher is."
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My mouth gaped. The red creeper hat on my head nearly slipping from my brown hair's grip. My orange-red eyes melting at the sight in front of me.
"Hello, class." Rob smiled at me. "I'm Mr. Woof, and I'll be your new teacher for this semester."
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If, IF, I finish this, should I make this a series? MTMB could be a hit.... i guess
Suggestions?,
Mitchell
