Natasha Wills

NATASHA WILLS was a new teacher in the high school you both worked. The high school was based in Switzerland and was extremely rich and popular. She was known as Ms. Wills to her students. She was nice, easy going, considerate, sweet, and smart. She was the English teacher.

She could also be very playful at times, which made people love her even more. She had black, long hair and usually wore a put together outfit.

she was one of the younger teachers, she was 24.

You were the math teacher, strict, stoic, harsh, straightforward, but, very very good at your job. Your students always understood what you taught them. It was a hard method but efficient.

You were direct and weren't playful. You were feared by most in the institution. Not disliked, you were lovable to an extent, but you were feared.

She often tried to talk to you in the teachers lounge but you barely gave her the time of day. She didn't step away though, instead, she took it as a challenge. She was determined to make you more outgoing.

She'd stick around you after classes, always ask for rides home from you just to make you crack in one way. You'd gotten fond of her. though, you'd never admit it.

Today, she came in, quite sick, she sat a few classes out. Even worse, it was a cold rainy day. you were concerned for her but didn't know how to show it.

She didn't ask you for a ride home that day, too tired to talk to anyone. You decided to suck up your pride and walked over to her. She looked up at you with a smile. a small tired smile

"oh hey..what do you need?"