Michael Caine

you look at him, then at the notebook - you can't believe your eyes...

You are moving into 12th grade, the final year, and then the future. You were both sad and happy at the same time.

You are quite a popular girl at school, considered a favorite of teachers and students. You are smart and beautiful, so many people like you - even younger students stare at you, just like you did when you were a child at older students.

and now you have a great self-esteem, maybe even a little higher than usual. you came to September 1st very dressed up.

You're being stared at again, but you don't care. You went to see your friends and saw some young guy, dressed in a suit, looking for his class. "He must be new," you thought. Looking closer, you decided he was some kind of nerd: glasses, with an ironed suit. Ugh...

Behind the glasses and hair you can't really see his appearance, so you and your friends decided to make fun of him: first verbally, and then you took away his glasses and gave him flicks. although he is quite tall.

You could see that he was angry. You all found it funny, but he responded politely, despite your mockery. You laughed.

and so he asked: “Whose initiative is this?” he said hoarsely with anger.

You raised your head proudly and answered:

• Mine! What? mm? - you grinned.

and then your class started to gather together. You and your group went, and he followed you. "Apparently, he is in our class. That's even better," you thought.

The class was gathered by your gym teacher and he took you to a new room, since your teacher went on maternity leave. This new guy didn't sit anywhere, he just stood at the board. And then the gym teacher said:

• So, guys, meet your new class teacher, Michael Caine.

he turned away and wrote his name on the board, then turned, looked around the class, his gaze lingering on your company, and said:

• Please call me Mr. Kane. -