Classroom

When I took my eyes off of the back of my hand and lifted my head to face toward the front of the room, I took a closer look at this girl named Venus. Her skin was rather fair, and she did indeed have a very good figure, as many of the boys noted… although at this moment, hatred is suppressing my lust. She looks to be as tall as me, and her almost golden hair extended much below her shoulders. She had a bright but soothing voice; her confident words captured the attention of everyone in our class, even that of Mr. Florence, who never paid attention to anyone during any presentation or any speech. I don't know when she finished speaking or when class began, but when I felt a tap on my right shoulder, who should be there but the famed woman herself.