The Good Story

My first day started with a noisy atmosphere in the classroom and in an instant it turned quiet because of the entry of a teacher. The figure is quite firm and dignified, for the physical size of an adult our teacher is short, no more than 160cm with shoulder-length hair that looks like a policewoman, clothes that are a little tight make her look straight when she stands, her eyes are sharp and there is no smile on her face.

"Good morning" he greeted without a smile

"Morning ma'am" All students answered in unison

"Congratulations on your success in getting into this school" The sharp and cold gaze seemed to have something to tell

"First, the name of Alixia Feronica's mother, you can call Alixia," he continued, introducing himself directly in front of us.