Miss Robertson was one of the youngest teachers at Lake Point High School, and had just begun her teaching career. She was only in her mid-20s, having just finished college, and it showed. She walked down the hall wearing a tight, dark blue skirt suit. It was somewhat conservative, but hugged her young, trim figure rather tightly. As she walked, her open-toed high heeled sandals kicked something hard, and she looked down to see a small rock on the floor.
"Somebody could get hurt tripping on this thing," she thought as she bent down to pick up the stone. Rising again, she heard muffled laughter behind her. She turned to see a couple of male students gawking at her, but they quickly turned away.
"Ugh, I can't believe teenage boys," she said, "Sometimes I wish..."
