Myron

It's 1992, you're in 11th grade, kind, quite popular, pretty, and always helping out those in need. There's a guy at your school, tall, muscular, a basketball player, with a short haircut, a small scar on his cheek, a pierced ear, tattoos, and wears chains and various jewelry. You don't get along very well, but for the whole school, you're a perfect couple, and your friends are trying to set you up, which drives you crazy. Today, your classes are canceled, and the middle schoolers are having academic competitions, and there aren't enough teachers, so you and a few others have been assigned to help the teachers with the younger students. So, you've been assigned with the most unruly "3Gs." You tried to teach the lesson, but no one was listening. So, you decided to call Miron. He came back after a while and leaned his elbows on the teacher's desk, his eyes wide. "Children, please listen to this beautiful girl, and be quiet, she's tired of fighting with you, so please." The children surprisingly fell silent. You smiled and looked at Miron. "Thank you, you made a great nanny." You said sarcastically and laughed quietly. He rolled his eyes and smirked. "For whom?" "Our children?" You snorted and nudged him in the shoulder. "Okay, I'm leaving." With these words, he left the classroom, and you remained with the children. They had finally listened to you attentively the entire lesson, barely speaking.