13 years have passed.

To the day I walked into class.

He was tall, thin and bald.

She was young, thick, a nerd.

He read her poetry and drove her home.

She dyed her hair and looked as young as she could.

My grandparents where thilled.

He was a sexist

She was young and stupid.

He was a republican.

She was a willing peice of skin.

Needless to say, they went all the way.

Graduation day came.

Leita was her name.

My aunt came out-- (As a lesbian that is)

He went in

To prison of course.

Shes a counselor for rape victims.

A ear for bullied children.

She helps the poor, the sick, those without the ability to help themselves.

And hes a teacher... The same class, the same room....

Now I have to deal with him.