Teacher's Favourite Student
Isobel was a brat at times. But a nice one.
I looked at the skirt Mum provided for me to wear on my first day of college. I scoffed. So long, so boring! I cut it to the length I wanted. The blouse was passable, so I tied it at the waist. Not bad, I thought, looking in the mirror. I went down to have breakfast and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw everyone had already left for work. I didn't want to get into it with Mum over my skirt, even though I turned ninetee...
