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- Jan 13, 2011
Elizabeth Johnson
Age: 24
Height: 5'6'
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair: Red-ish pink
Eyes: Blue
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Elizabeth Johnson, more commonly known to her studens as Ms. Johnson, sat at her hard oak wood desk, drumming her red pen against her desk as she graded the tests that her students had just taken. The twenty-four year old women shook her head as she sighed sadly and dropped her pen, and looked up at her students, a frown apparent on her beautiful features. "I am very disappointed," she said, her voice soft. "Why have you all, mostly the boys, fail? I even let you all study all of yesterday." she said, getting up from her seat. She walked around to the front and leaned against it, her arms crossed across her chest, pushing her breasts up.
Ms. Johnson had thought that maybe if she dressed like this, short skirts, tight tops and shirts that maybe she'd be able to get her boys(seeing as they were the ones that failed most)attetion and get them to pass. She was really starting to get tired of seeing the same kids each and every year. She sighed sadly and tucked a strand of her red-ish pink hair behind her ear and let her eyes trail around the room. "Well?" she asked, her voice actually stern for once. "What do you all have to say for yourselves?"
Age: 24
Height: 5'6'
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair: Red-ish pink
Eyes: Blue
http://media.photobucket.com/image/hot anime teachers/DemonicFox35/cg00290.jpg
Elizabeth Johnson, more commonly known to her studens as Ms. Johnson, sat at her hard oak wood desk, drumming her red pen against her desk as she graded the tests that her students had just taken. The twenty-four year old women shook her head as she sighed sadly and dropped her pen, and looked up at her students, a frown apparent on her beautiful features. "I am very disappointed," she said, her voice soft. "Why have you all, mostly the boys, fail? I even let you all study all of yesterday." she said, getting up from her seat. She walked around to the front and leaned against it, her arms crossed across her chest, pushing her breasts up.
Ms. Johnson had thought that maybe if she dressed like this, short skirts, tight tops and shirts that maybe she'd be able to get her boys(seeing as they were the ones that failed most)attetion and get them to pass. She was really starting to get tired of seeing the same kids each and every year. She sighed sadly and tucked a strand of her red-ish pink hair behind her ear and let her eyes trail around the room. "Well?" she asked, her voice actually stern for once. "What do you all have to say for yourselves?"