Teacher's Pet

The chalk dust in the air
Floated around my face
Like stray pieces of dandruff.

I played with a thread
From my cotton jumper
Humming to myself as I waited.

The musky scent of puberty
Clogged my nose
And clung to my skin.

The students have cleared
And gone home to their apple pies
And their double helpings of C+.

A smug smile graces my lips
as a silk ties loosens between my fingers.
All I see before me is an A+.