"Once upon a time there was a princess, more beautiful than any blossom in the kingdom, smarter than any professor, and more gifted in magic than any master-magician. And yet she was never happy about it, for a curse weighed on her shoulders, big enough for the delicate one To crush the princess at any moment. "
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"So in 1415 Jan Hus was invited to the council in Constance. There he was burned." Said my history teacher, Mr. Miller.
"Then why did he go there? It is foreseeable that they will kill him there!" Alex asked confused.
"Jan Hus got the promise from the emperor that nobody would harm him." Replied Mr. Miller and seemed to want to defend Hus.
“Because the German emperors were always so honest and incorruptible!” I shouted in annoyance.
Alex tried to suppress a laugh - which she couldn't really do. The rest of the class also giggled and coughed in amusement.
"Well, the German emperors were all backwheels after Barbarossa," admitted Miller. He too seemed amused.
"Still, it would be nice if you would get in touch, Alyssa." He sighed, pretended to be indignant and formal.
"But with you I can talk as I want, right?" he asked with a laugh. I just nodded with a grin.
He was the only teacher we were so relaxed about - well, he's just great, you can ask all the girls in my class - including me.
He is also the only teacher I am so "disrespectful" to.
Nevertheless, what he mostly tells us is uninteresting huge garbage!
And before you say something about "History is important!" I know that myself, okay?
I just think there are more interesting topics for a 16 year old.
But okay, that's my opinion, not yours.
And I honestly admit that despite my lack of interest, I learn how stupid to get good grades.
Why?
Her Miller is the hottest teacher, or actually trainee teacher, of all time. And before someone thinks again that I shouldn't rave about older people - I'm 16 and he is 25, I think at my age it's not too blatant. After all, there are enough 12-year-olds who rave about actors of this age, right?
I could make a pro and contra list - let's see.
Per:
1. "only" 25
2. well trained
3. well browned
4. Italians
5. Black hair that falls wildly in the face to wash through!
6. Gentle facial features, looks slightly childlike
7. velvety voice <3
Cons
1. I am taken

But as I said, I don't want to do anything with him either, it's just a crush.
And to be completely honest: I would have to assert myself against all the other girls, and I don't feel like doing that at all.
Speaking of other girls and classmates - can you imagine what kind of school I'm at here?
Do you want to guess?
You can't figure it out.
I'll just give it away: A boarding school for the rich (and one or two scholarship holders who are really good at it.)On the subject of rich, I'll just say: Father got married and gave me a stepmother who hates me, but who has enough money to comfort me about it.
She took the best possible opportunity to deport me.
Well, what's the matter?
I let out a deep sigh, which immediately earned me thousands of looks. I've always had a talent that drew crooked looks: Thin, excellent 91-59-89 and chocolate brown hair that went slightly over the shoulders. Big googly eyes in purple (yes, I don't know why, it's just strange for a person). Snub nose and pout in cherry blossom pink (and that without lipstick). I just HAD to stand out EVERYWHERE. And if not because of my appearance, then because of my character traits always doing inappropriate things, as sighed loudly in history class while the teacher was talking about the Hussite War.
Incidentally, I'm terribly athletic, I perceive a lot and can draw well. Did I mention that my voice sounds like a delicate chime ?! Sometimes I really thought that I couldn't be human. Well, how right I was.
"Lady Alyssa?"
Oh yes, at this Schnösel school we were addressed as Lady or Lord. Very flattering at the beginning and later rather annoying, but what the heck?
. "Mister Mil ..." I got no further. A throat clearing. "Oh sorry. I said: Everything is fine, Luca." He allowed us to call him by his first name, how great he was. I slap myself inside for thinking this every hour.
DINGDONG.
That sound ended the class. Immediately I was infinitely sad. I wouldn't see Luca again until tomorrow. Embarrassing huh?
I packed my things and slowly and slowly left the room and went out into the huge park of the boarding school. “Alyssa Milsi!” I winced and turned in the direction from which my hated name was being called. I hated my names. But everyone did that. Or? Damn it! Always this self-doubt and severance payments with modest facts on my part. I'm not to be endured! How i hated it!
There were days when I felt uncomfortable and observed. I looked into my best friend's green eyes. And I smiled, once again I had worried for nothing. Or!?