The first class with her.

The vacation were over, it was Monday, August 20, a day that Ringo would never forget. It was the day she would meet the new arts and history teacher at her academy.

Ringo was adjusting his tie. His mother and sister were waiting for him down the stairs. That was to be his last year in high school.

The first thing his mother did when she saw him go down was to reprimand him for not having cut it properly, so his sister fixed it. She did not wear a tie in her female uniform, but she knew how to do it for a commission of one hundred yen to her other classmates, who did not know how to fix their ties when they were almost in college.

He did not feel like anything, feeling discouraged, clearly going back to class gave him enormous laziness, something he simply did not want to do. He had no other.

-At least pretend to have some desire. –His mother asked him.

-Therefore, "what a thrill I feel about returning to that jail, for sitting all day with hardly paying attention". –He said, without much encouragement.

-It's your last year. Push yourself a little, at least.

-I am trying.

Ringo was not the typical boy who did not care about everything, he was not the most handsome in his class, he was a normal thing. What if he had that defect: not only did he say what he thought, he could not hide it. But that didn't matter to him a bit since they weren't bad things.

It was the classic in a boy who does not know what to do with his life: not paying attention in the academy, not doing anything productive all day, spending time with his friends doing anything but something that is useful.

That was one of the reasons why his teachers had him "filed". He wasn't lazy, but he wasn't long from it.

Ringo had stayed to see him on the train with his old friend Juro. They both shared the good trade of being pretty hollow heads in many ways, quite broad, by the way.

-What's new, buddy? -Juro asked as he shook Ringo's hand.

-Nothing new, except that I don't want to go to the damn academy. –He answered.

-Didn't you know that a new teacher is coming in today? She's going to give us a literature class!

-And? It's not like I'm too excited about that.

-They say she is almost our age, the director warned us boys not to be like mangy wolves behind her.

-Did I not mention you since I am not interested in girls for now? –Ringo was very indifferent to his friend's comments. -Besides, she's not going to love brats like us, women prefer bigger boys.

-Don't believe it, I have an acquaintance who is almost five years younger than his girlfriend.

-I don't care, just get in the wagon.

During the entire journey that the train made from one station to another, Juro could only be heard praising the new teacher they didn't even know. They did not know what she was like except for the detail that she was a very young woman, with an age somewhat close to that of the two boys who were taken from the tubes of the express train.

Ringo's eyes were heavy, he felt tired from having to get up early. During the vacation he used to fall asleep at two in the morning and wake up at ten or almost eleven in the day. The sleep schedule change hadn't been very good for her, actually.

In case people used to get away from Ringo a lot because of his tendency to seem not very sociable, he hardly spoke to anyone, he preferred to be alone since that was how he felt really good. From there on, he would leave the academy and go home immediately, without saying anything to anyone. He would take his things and "let's get out of here."

Incomprehensibly, Juro was a good friend to Ringo. No one knew the reason they had liked each other, not even themselves. Maybe it was the fact that they were both adventurous in spirit. In short, they were two little sons of bitches who wouldn't stay still for no reason.

It is often thought that quiet people are always quiet. Ringo was the complete opposite of quiet, but he could be quiet and lonely.

Already in the academy, two types of environments were felt: those who were happy to return to see their friends ... and those who were already asking how many days until they left on vacation again.

Ringo and Juro were from the second group. I swear he could still be between the two of us, since he had a very special person that he wanted to see.

Everyone was already in the class. Ringo had selected the first bench in the penultimate row, the row that was next to the wall. Juro sat next to him, in the last row, but also on the first bench.

The two of them used to talk a lot, not too much to attract their attention, but enough not to get bored all day.

The first class, precisely, was literature. The boys were eager to find out who the new teacher was who was rumored to be very cute and very young.

Ringo looked at his watch, waiting for the bell to ring for the start of classes. He felt very alien to the anxiety of both girls and boys, to meet the new teacher. The boy was, not sitting, sprawled in his place as he always used to.

At that, heels were heard ringing in the hallways of the room, Ringo did not turn around and continued attentive to his own, not really paying attention to what was happening.

A girl stood in front of him, you could tell she was the new teacher but he decided not to pay attention to that detail.

-Sit down well. -She ordered, to which Ringo immediately complied. -Good morning students. As you may already know, I am your new literature teacher, the truth is this is the first class I teach so I hope I am not so bad.

-Would you believe in love at first sight? -Ringo asked.

- I am not very believer of that but I do not doubt that it could come to pass. –Said Juro.

From that moment on, Ringo began to believe in love at first sight, even though it was hard for him to accept that such things happen very often.

-What's your name, teacher? –Asked Yurisa, a girl who was always very lively.

-That's what I'm going to do, missy. –The teacher searched in her bag for a few seconds. -Well, my first class and I'm already making a mistake ... I forgot my markers at home.

Some students laughed without malicious intent, they thought it was a game of the teacher with long brown hair and eyes of the same color.

-I have one, in case you need it. –Ringo offered taking a black down from his backpack.

-Hey no. –Juro muttered.

-What's wrong with it?

-Thank you. What is your name? –Asked the teacher.

-Call me Ringo, I like to be called Ringo. -He replied, in a cutting tone.

-Good. Now that I have a marker so I can write perfectly, my name is ... –the teacher babbled as she wrote down her name.

-Aimi...?

-Yes, that's exactly my name. Cute, right? –Aimi smiled causing one more smile in the male student body.

The handwriting was half badly done, you could tell that it was that of a teacher not very skilled at writing on the blackboard. Something completely normal for a young girl starting her first class.

Aimi wrote down everything necessary, the subject, what would be seen during the semester, small details such as the evaluation criteria. In short, everything that the students already know, and they know very well.

-And that's all they should know. There is one thing that bothers me very in particular and it is the lies, if any of you lie to me you will really know me!

-God, what character.

-Now to erase all this. –Said Aimi.

-Oh god… -Juro whispered. When Aimi tried to erase the blackboard, she realized that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

-But what? ... -Aimi checked the down and saw that it was permanent. -You, to the address!

-But why?! -Ringo complained.

-Did you really think it was funny to play a joke on me for being new? To address, you little punk!

-B-but I didn't know it was permanent, it really wasn't intentional!

-What did I say about the lies? -Aimi put her hands on Ringo's bench, glaring at him.

Already in the direction, Ringo awaited his punishment, although he really had not done the down thing on purpose.

-Let's see if I get it… did you play a prank on your new teacher with a permanent marker? –Asked a man of about 25 years.

-Professor Tadashi, I really didn't do it with intention! –Ringo defended himself.

-Sigh. I believe you, boy. You shouldn't have to play a prank on your new teacher even if you can be a bit restless. I'll put the report in for you anyway, although I won't save it to the file. Tadashi winked at Ringo.

-Thank y...! ...

-Shh, lower your voice! -Tadashi muttered. -I'm sorry I can't help you Ringo, what you did was very bad!

-What are you doing? -Ringo was looking at his teacher with a confused face.

-Follow me if you don't want to raise suspicions, silly. I already told you that I really can't do anything!

-Please, I'm really asking you, Professor Tadashi!

-That's my last word, now get out of my office, you little devil! -Tadashi stuck out his tongue, winked and thumbed up.

Ringo pretended to be upset, kicking the floor as he returned to his class, where Aimi finished jotting down the concept map for the day.

Noticing the boy at the door, Aimi just glared at him. He didn't say anything to her, just motioned for her to come in so she could sign the "report."

For the first day of school ... things started better than Ringo thought. He had in mind that the usual bastards would screw him or that I swear he wouldn't make it to the train station on time.

-Do you have any questions? -Aimi asked with a smile on her lips.

-Yes! Why do they teach us this subject if we have been watching it since elementary school? –Yurisa asked.

-Is that a complaint or? ...

-No, not at all! ... It's a simple question, I think.

-They may think that they know everything, that they can already write and write perfectly to be sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, but they still have a lot to learn. That's when I came in to guide them through the little path they still have.

-Thank God. –Said the boys.

-Oh I understand. Thank you very much, teacher Aimi. -Yurisa bowed a little to thank her.

-See you in some classes. It turns out that I'm also a history teacher. –Aimi saw Ringo scattered in his place again. –And as for you… sit down well!

Ringo straightened immediately and adjusted his legs to make way for Aimi, who looked very irritated with him, you could see him even in the eyes.

-Well, you have charms with teachers, friend. –Juro scoffed.

-Ah, shut up!

As Aimi walked through the corridors she met Tadashi, who waved to her.

-How about your first class? -He asked.

-It would have been fine if not for a disastrous child. –She confessed.

-Ringo? He is a good boy, I never got to call his attention, I think he was telling the truth, teacher Aimi.

-It was not noticed in that class.

Who would say that, despite having a bad impression of him, Aimi would end up quite happy with that boy so serious, who could be a bit playful from time to time.