"Good Morning, Miss Miller. I see you're pretty late. What's the excuse this time?" I looked to my left. There she was, the bossiest counselor I've ever met in all of the schools I've been too.
"Nothing much." I said as she got a yellow sticker and wrote my name on it. "Here." She said, handing me the yellow sticker. It wasn't the first time I saw that. They give you the yellow sticker when your late to school, well, I think, since my other schools never did that. "Say Hi to Mr. Johnson from my part" She giggled. "Sure." I told her.
I walked across the cafeteria. That woman is in love with my teacher. My teacher, Mr. Johnson, was admired by many teachers, even the principal.
