Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 21:39:03 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Room 108

Disclaimers: Everything you read in this story is my intellectual property
and as such should be treated with utmost respect. The students described
are not living, breathing human beings mind you. They exist only in the
realm of pure imagination, somewhat. These are my fantasies that I have
developed over the years. The students described in the story do not really
exist, but are rather the combination of several different students. Thus I
am not harming anyone, because they combine features and thus are not
really in existence.  ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE IS ENTIRELY
COINCIDENTAL ON MY PART.

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any age) please direct yourself to something else that will occupy your
time.

This is my first attempt at writing for Nifty, so please take that into
consideration while reading. I've ready plenty of Nifty stories over the
years, and have spilt plenty of my seed on stories that I consider good,
now I'm just trying to pay it forward. It's going to be a chapter story, so
if you are looking for a quick toss-off better move onto the next story.

Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy my story. Constructive
criticism/feedback/comments are duly appreciated. Please direct them to my
email at prince_ernest86@live.com. All are welcome!


Room 108

	All my life I had wanted to teach 8th grade Social Studies. What an
ambition right? My other friends in college had wanted to do amazing things
like work at the University Biology lab, or snag that sexy internship with
the company in St. Louis that would lead to jobs in Georgia, California,
Texas and all over the world. Me? Teaching middle school Social Studies is
all the drive I had put my efforts towards in college. So when a job offer
came in from Pat Nixon Middle School in sunny southern California came in,
I jumped on it like it was my last ticket to freedom.

	I was a competent young man who took my job seriously. I wanted to
teach Social Studies because I sincerely loved that subject. In high school
I took every Social Studies class I could take, and was even awarded the
coveted, by myself only, Social Studies Student of the Year Award. Nerd?
Why, yes I was. But I also took care of my body. I was co-captain of the
soccer team during my years in high school, and also took time to jog every
moment I could. I took pride in having a well-rounded mind and body. I kept
up the soccer in college by playing for intramural leagues, and jogged as
well. Didn't party too much, so by the time I graduated I still weighed
only 160 lbs, and was 6'4. Brown hair, no hair on my body (prefer the
smooth look), and no facial hair as well. I had aced all my education
courses in college, and was extremely dedicated to the task at hand. I
wanted my students to share my passion for History as much as I did. I also
had some ulterior motives, but if you are reading this, I'm sure you have
gathered that by now.

	I've always been attracted to younger boys. Can't explain it, and I
won't try and do it here and now. I don't see the sense in trying to
explain it to you since I can't explain it myself. I always perved on the
younger players on the team while in high school. Loved checking out the
new freshmen who sometimes had no hair in places that I enjoyed them to be
shaved. Their bodies were a wonderland to me, and I wanted to explore them
as badly as I could. I say wanted to because I knew I would get my ass
kicked if I ever made a move on them. Not by them perhaps, but by the local
establishment. Where I grew up at wasn't kind to my sort of people, and so I
had to rely on my good friend "Jill" for sustenance in sexual matters
throughout high school.

	The first week of school arrived sooner than I thought it would
have. I had spent all summer prepping my lessons as much as I wanted to. I
didn't want to get ahead of myself, and wanted to make sure they liked my
teaching style before I went too far into it. Again I do care about my
students and want them to enjoy my class. If they thought I was boring, I
would change it. Not a whole lot, but I would try and do my best to make
sure it was enjoyable to my students. I had prepared some introductory, get
to know each other stuff that you would expect a middle school teacher to
have ready, but also had a few curveballs in my sleeve in case I needed
them. My classroom isn't anything special, but it does have the latest
technology so I was grateful for that. My principal, Mrs. Arthur, was a
generous lady who looked like she didn't say no to the free buffet in
town. But her and I clicked during the interview process, and I knew if I
could just swing it with the kids, I would have it set myself for life.

	Finally the first day came, and boy was I ready for it. I arrived
at school at 6.45 sharp. Never mind that students weren't admitted into the
building until 7.15 and classes didn't start until 7.45. I was ready to go!
I spent a few minutes in the room prepping everything to make sure I seemed
confident and well-rehearsed to the students but also easy-going. At 7.25 I
was getting a little expectant and so I decided to go down to the school
commons to see what might be happening.

	The commons is a small area, well not really. Small enough to hold
about 450 8th graders, because that's where they hung out every morning
before the dismissal bell. It was basically a sunken in pit that had small
gradual steps going up every level. The steps went all the way around and
created small benches for students to sit down on. They were about five
feet wide, so you could have like 10 kids crawling all over each other and
still be comfortable. Two faculty members monitored it in the morning for
an extra 20 bucks on their paychecks, but their monitoring really involved
talking to each other and bitching at any student that got out of line
really. It was a packed house as you could imagine being the first day of
school, and I went in order to relieve a little bit of stress, but also to
check out the crop of boys that would be in my care. I knew some names, but
had only recently moved into an apartment on the other side of the city, so
my chances of knowing who belonged to what name was slim to none.

	I introduced myself to the monitors on duty and found out that they
worked in the same hall- way as me. Lisa Jacobson taught 8th grade Math and
had been there for ten years. Martha Blankenhors taught Spanish to both 7th
and 8th grade and was a second year teacher. Both seemed pleasant and
slightly attractive, if females were your thing. I made the usual small
talk with them because I wanted to seem nice, and wanted to make sure I
didn't cause any waves with my fellow co-workers. Plus I hoped they might
be able to give me some pointers on tenure down the line. While we were
talking, the 8th graders started to slowly move in from outside where the
buses dropped them off and into the commons. They were like a slow-moving
herd of cattle and a few seemed jittery as well. I took them to be move-ins
from over the summer. Every other student seemed at ease with their
surroundings, and started talking to old friends as if they had the most
important information in the world, which I'm sure in their mind they did.
That's when I noticed HIM.

	He had to be the most perfect young Adonis to ever walk through the
doors of Pat Nixon Middle School. Due to my days on the soccer fields, I
was quick to size up the ones that I thought might make for some good wank
material. 5'3, 110 lbs soaking wet, blue eyes that were almost clear as
day, and shaggy blonde hair reminiscent of an early Justin Bieber but
slightly longer. He had diamond studs in both ears, wore a backwards facing
snapback cap, and had on a Hollister T-shirt with khaki shorts.  Hollister
flip flops I noticed as well. Like I said I'm quick to size up the
"opponent". In short this boy had me sprung at attention in my dress pants
already! His face was perfect, without any signs of acne or the other
blemishes of puberty brings with it. Not even the peach fuzz above his
upper lip was noticeable. His lips were also to die for. Totally DSL if you
get what I'm saying! His character was totally evident as well because he
walked with the swagger of a boy who has started puberty but hasn't
finished it just yet, and knew he was ahead of some of his classmates. I
knew I had to get to know this young paragon of beauty whether he was in my
class or not. I knew he was in 8th grade as he immediately sat down with
some other classmates. Hardly any hair on his perfectly tan legs as well!
He continued chatting with his friends, while I continued talking with
Jacobson and Blankenhors. I kept my eye on him, and I must have been
noticeable about it because after no more than five minutes had passed then
he looked over at me. I was a little caught off guard and must have blushed
a bit because he smiled at me, and then waved hello. A gentleman to boot!
Jacobson and Blankenhors must have noticed me waving, because they looked
over at him and waved to him as well.

	"I see you've caught the eye of Hayden Van Diver, Mr. Lambert" said
Jacobson with a little smirk.
	Blankenhors gave a quick follow-up. "Hayden's a great kid, Michael,
but he's a bit of a behavioral problem. Nothing serious mind you, but he's
in need of a father figure since his own father split when he was five. He
needs a firm hand in the classroom his teachers told us last year. Many of
them unfortunately gave up on him, but perhaps you'll be different."

	I must have had a glazed over look on my face because the only
words out of my mouth were "What do you mean perhaps I'll be different?"

	Jacobson giggled a little and said "Oh my. You've not memorized
your student roster lists. I thought all you first-year teachers did that.
Hayden is in your fifth period class right before lunch."


Okay well that's where I'm gonna wrap it up for tonight. As stated
previously this is my very first serious attempt at writing for Nifty, and
I hope it's good enough. I've got a few ideas in my head of where this
might go, but I want to see whether it's going to be read before I take it
anywhere. As stated earlier, I appreciate all comments / suggestions /
constructive feedback so send it my way.