Chapter Nine
'Tracey'.
'Yes, Melanie'.
'Mrs. Peters is waiting for us'.
'I need my English book'.
She grabbed it, and headed to Room number 54a.
The students smiled, as the bell rang for the lesson.
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Mrs. Peters walked towards the chalkboard.
Her long, black hair glowed; her hazel eyes focused on the boys, and girls. She wore a blue blouse, a grey skirt, brown stockings around her slim legs, and high heels on her feet, a watch of left hand, and a diamond wedding ring on her right, middle finger.
At twenty-five, she was married for the last two years to Graham Peters, a Wall Street broker.
'Girls, please take a seat'.
We nodded, and sat down in the middle of the spacious room.
And we read books in silence for the next fifty-five minutes until the class was over.
It was 10:00 AM.
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