Chapter 1 YOUR BRA

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Jenny is a high school student who, on the very first day of her new class, found herself running late. The school was supposed to start at 8:00 AM, but she woke up at 7:30 AM when her mother, Mrs. Smith, called from downstairs, “Jenny, get up! You’re going to be late for school!”Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Jenny quickly got out of bed and looked at the clock.

Realizing she had little time left, she hurried to get ready. She swiftly brushed her teeth, took a quick shower, and put on her school uniform

. Though she looked very beautiful in her uniform, there wasn’t enough time to style her hair properly—so she simply combed it hastily and rushed downstairs.Downstairs, her mother was waiting for her at the breakfast table. Her father, Mr. Smith, was already sitting there, enjoying his breakfast. When he saw Jenny, he smiled warmly and said, “Good morning, sweetheart.” Jenny smiled back, wished him a good morning, kissed him on the cheek, and then hugged her mother.

Despite the rush and the late start, Jenny felt comforted by her loving family’s presence as she prepared to face her first day in the new class with hope and excitement.

Jenny hurriedly finished her breakfast as her father reminded her, “Quickly eat, today I’ll drop you at school since it’s your first day.” Grabbing her backpack, she rushed to the car with her father while her mother stood at the door, giving her the best wishes for a good day ahead.

As the car pulled out of the driveway, Jenny glanced back to see her mother waving with an encouraging smile. She felt butterflies in her stomach, anxious about arriving late on her first day. The drive to school was a blur—her father tried to lighten her mood with reassuring words, telling her not to worry, that everyone understands being late sometimes.When they reached the school gate, her father gave her a warm smile and said, “All the best, Jenny. Make today count!”

Jenny thanked him, feeling comforted by his support, and stepped out of the car. With a deep breath, she walked toward the entrance, determined to make a good impression even though the day hadn’t started perfectly.The school building loomed large and unfamiliar, but Jenny straightened her uniform, gathered her courage, and pushed open the doors to begin a brand new chapter in her life.

Jenny dashed through the bustling school corridors, her heart pounding as she searched for her new classroom. Not knowing exactly where to go, she nervously asked a few students for directions. After a bit of confusion, she finally found her class, but by then, the lesson had already begun.The first class of the day was mathematics, and Jenny knew from talk around the school that the math teacher, Mr. Nick William, was extremely strict and held discipline above all else.

With a deep breath, she hesitantly knocked on the door and peeked inside, hoping the teacher would understand it was her first day.Mr. Nick, standing by the board, fixed his sharp gaze on her. Jenny hoped he wouldn’t say anything and just let her take a seat, thinking maybe he’d forgive her for being late on her first day.

But as she quietly tried to make her way to an empty desk, Mr. Nick spoke up, stopping her in her tracks.“Why are you late?” he asked sternly, causing all the students to turn their heads.

Jenny froze, her nerves making it hard for her to think of an answer. She stood silent and anxious before finally stammering, “Sss… sorry sir.”Mr. Nick pointedly told her, “I do not like students who ignore my questions. I asked you something.”Jenny’s hands started to tremble, but she managed to murmur, "Sorry, sir..."He looked at her for a moment, then said, “Go and sit down—just for today. But from now on, I expect every student in my class to be on time. If you are late again, you won't be allowed to enter. I need disciplined students in my classroom.”He paused as Jenny nodded in relief and asked, “What’s your name?”“S...sir, Jenny Smith.”“Alright, Jenny. Go take your seat.”Jenny made her way to a bench at the back, still flustered, but relieved to have survived her first tough moment in high school.

The rest of the class watched her in silence as she tried to focus on the lesson, determined to prove herself from that moment on.Jenny took a deep breath as she stood frozen, feeling all eyes in the classroom fixated on her. “Why me? Why today?” she thought desperately.

The sound of her pounding heart felt deafening in the quiet room. Mr. William, the math teacher everyone talked about, was still staring at her with those piercing black eyes. She wished she could disappear right then and there

.“Oh God, he’s so handsome,” Jenny thought, her mind wandering despite her embarrassment. “His black hair is so perfectly styled, his neat uniform fits him like it was made for him. He has this strong, masculine build that just… wow. Why am I thinking about this now? Focus, Jenny, focus!” She could feel her cheeks burning and hoped no one else noticed.

Suddenly, Mr. William’s voice brought her back with a jolt. “Miss Smith, if you’ve finally returned from your daydreams, please concentrate on the lesson.”Jenny’s face turned even redder. “Oh no, please not now!” she pleaded silently in her mind. “Why can’t I just be invisible?” Trying to keep calm, she stammered out, “Y-yes, sir… sorry, sir.”

All the students were watching her now, some suppressing smiles. Jenny’s heart sank as she realized her first impression was far from perfect. But beneath the embarrassment, a small spark of determination flickered in her—that she would not let this rocky start define her entire school year.“I might be late, nervous, and awkward today,” she thought, “but I won’t be late again. I won’t let fear stop me from learning, and I definitely won’t let myself get distracted by daydreams anymore.

I’ll show Mr. William I’m serious about math... and about school.”Jenny opened her notebook, took a deep breath to steady herself, and tried to listen with full attention. The lesson was tough, but she was determined to make the most of every moment—even if her heart still fluttered a little every time Mr. William looked her way.By the end of class, Jenny felt a mix of relief and quiet excitement. She had survived her first challenge. Tomorrow was a new day, and she promised herself she’d be ready to face it head-on. No more running late. No more daydreaming. Just Jenny, ready to shine.

Jenny。･:*:･(✿◕3◕)❤

“Wow, today actually went much better than I could have hoped. All my classes before the last one were not only interesting but also went by smoothly. I honestly felt like I was starting to get the hang of this new school, and it wasn’t as scary as I’d imagined.” But then, as if the universe wanted to challenge me one last time, the final class of the day was Mr. William’s math class again.

I remember the exact moment he walked into the room; it was like time slowed down for a second. Almost every girl in the class turned their heads and stared at him like he was some kind of movie star.

It was actually kind of amusing to watch their reactions, and I thought to myself, “What’s their deal? He’s just the math teacher.” But I couldn’t deny that he had this magnetic presence that made it hard not to notice him. He was so confident and serious, standing tall with perfect posture that made him look completely in control.I tried so hard to focus on the lesson and not get distracted, but my heart started pounding when Mr. William began calling out questions.

I was terrified he might call on me—I mean, my math skills are honestly not great. When he wrote the questions on the blackboard, I looked up only to be met with a wall of numbers and formulas that made absolutely no sense to me. I felt completely lost and my mind went blank.

As he wrote, I kept sneaking glances at him. Honestly, it was hard not to. His muscles were so defined even under his shirt, and his strong build made him look really attractive—way more than just a teacher. I realized I was staring and immediately slapped my forehead, scolding myself silently, “Jenny, get your head in the game! Focus on the lesson!”

After writing all the questions, Mr. William leaned casually against the table with his arms crossed over his chest. He was watching everyone with this intense focus, like none of us could get away with slacking off. Sometimes, I could catch him glancing around the room, making sure we were all paying attention.

Every time my eyes met his, I felt a mix of nervousness and weird admiration.

Then finally, the bell rang, and I sighed with relief. The class was over! Students lined up one by one to submit their answer sheets to Mr. William. When my turn came, I quietly handed over my paper—but the truth is, I hadn’t answered a single question. My paper was completely blank because I didn’t understand a thing. I just copied the questions down and hoped for the best. I felt embarrassed but also relieved that the day was finally over.Reflecting on the whole experience, I felt really proud of myself for making it through my first day, even though math still feels like a mountain I have to climb. I’m determined to improve.

“Finally, it’s my turn to submit the paper, but I’m last in line. The classroom is almost empty now, and all the other students have already left. I try to calm my racing heart as I walk slowly to Mr. William’s desk.” Handing over the paper, I’m just thinking, “Please let this be over quickly. I just want to get out of here.”

Just as I turn to leave, I hear his voice—clear and surprising—“Miss Smith, your bra ...”

LI stop dead in my tracks. My mind goes blank. I feel frozen, totally shocked, unable to process what he said.

Slowly, I look down and realize the top button of my shirt near my chest is undone, and yes—my bra and a little bit of cleavage are visible.At that moment, a wave of heat rushes through my face. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire.

I feel like I’m melting with embarrassment, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I’m frantic, fumbling to button my shirt back up as fast as I can, hoping no one else is watching this awkward moment

.To make it worse, I remember I’m wearing a Mickey Mouse printed bra. Great! Why couldn’t it be a plain one?

Now, not only am I embarrassed, but I feel childish too. I can almost hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, and my hands tremble slightly as I try to compose myself.Inside, a flood of emotions is crashing over me—panic, shame, helplessness, and frustration.

I feel like I’ve just made a huge mistake and fear what Mr. William—or anyone else—might think of me. I silently beg myself, “Don’t cry, don’t cry. Just keep calm.” But it’s hard. I want to disappear, to hide in a hole so deep that no one can find me.I hastily button up and turn away, trying to straighten my uniform while walking out of the classroom as fast as possible.

Every step feels heavy, weighed down by the embarrassment.

I’m rehearsing apologies in my mind, even though no one asked for one, and I’m sure my face must be redder than ever.After that moment, everything seems blurry. I can’t concentrate, and all I want is to get home, where I can shut the door and pretend this awkward, humiliating experience never happened.

I know I’ll have to face school and Mr. William again tomorrow, but right now, the only thought in my head is, “Please don’t let this be the moment everyone remembers about me.(✿♥‿♥)

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