Lusting over Mr. Reed part 1
“Amber, please quit sleeping in my class again.” Some of the students giggled at the desperate look on Mr. Reed’s face. The students didn’t know that I had heard every word and neither did my teacher. I opened my eyes. “Mr. Reed, I was only closing my eyes so I could listen and process your words better.” He sighed heavily. “Okay, so your next assignment is to write the beginning of a story so about two paragraphs long. The one I think is the most interesting and best written automatically gets an one hundred on your next quiz grade.” I smiled at the idea that came into my head. I knew exactly what my story was going to be about. Mr. Reed continued. “So for the next fifteen minutes of class I’ll let you all …