‘’Haaaaaaa,” I release a long sigh as I contemplate on what I should now that I am standing here worried. 

Standing in front of this door a number of possibilities went through my mind and it goes:

1.     I open the door and I maybe break it.

2.     I knock on the door and break it.

3.     I yell for someone to open the door for me.

'I don’t think I’m going to go for option 3 as I had enough embarrassment for today.'

 Reaching out my hand I squeeze the door handle and twist.

“Haha! I’m starting to get the hang of this,” I say aloud. The handle is crushed but it’s good enough.

Walking into the classroom I look to the right and I see the reason why I was put into hospital 1 year ago. Rebecca James, my homeroom teacher. Currently 24 years old and a pretty woman having blue eyes, brown hair, what i think are d cups and that mature aura around her which is just my type.

1 Year ago:

Walking along the street as I have just finished groceries I stop at a light. Pressing the button, I wait for it to turn green.

“What should I do after I get home? Maybe I’ll just play some CS and study after a couple matches.” I say to myself.

Realising the light has turned green I cross the road. As I cross the road I hear a car turning towards my direction. 

Quickly looking to my right I see a woman that I now know as Rebecca James turning directly to me.

Seeing that the car is not slowing down I run to save myself but alas it was too late. 

The last thing I remember before blacking was that the person who rammed me was no other than Rebecca James, my teacher. Shit.

Present time:

I look at her and she looks at me for what seems like a few seconds. I know I should hate her for wasting 1 year of my life but I can’t bring myself to. She tried to make up for it as best she could and goddamn it she is just my type.

“Good morning, miss.” I said.

“You’re late, what’s your excuse?” she says with an obvious frown.

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'She seems different from her usual self. Right, we’re in school and she has to act proper for her image,' I thought.

“Sorry, no excuse.” I say in replay.

“Just don’t come late again, I’ll let you off because it is the first day.” She says.

'Dammit, this is the worst possible way to start off school. Everybody is looking at me and I hate being the centre of attention. Guess I should just take my seat.' 

Walking I notice that everybody is still staring at me. 

'What the hell are you guys staring at?! They are all looking at my body, is there anything wrong down there?'

'Oh I get it.' Did I mention that I’m ripped now? Due to my body change, I went up a size and now my shirt is a bit tight showing everything. 

My face is average but my body is a perfect 10 now. 

'Yeah that’s right, admire my perfect body and be jealous,' I think arrogantly.   

Pulling out my chair I accidentally flex my muscles to its fullest and… break the part of the chair. This is going to be a long day…

2 hours later…

Waking up at the sound of the bell ringing signalling that classes are over everyone begins to pack up.

Having learnt all the material already I can probably slide my way through this year with not many worries. 

Interrupting my thoughts Rebecca calls out to me.

“Bob, I need to talk to you.” She says.

“Ok.” I reply.

Waiting for everyone to leave the room I take a seat and ask,” What’s up Rebecca?”

“Are you okay?” she asks worried.

“I’m fine…” I reply.

"That's good." 

I notice that her eyes sometimes move downwards from time to time. HaHa! Even she can’t help but take a few glances. I better take advantage of this.

“So Rebecca, you like what you see?” I say teasingly.

Blushing a little, she looks at me back in the eyes and says,” Your face is still average,” and leaves the room leaving me standing there alone.

“That was a big blow to my confidence.” Was all I could say.