Your ears filled with laughter, chair legs screeching against the wooden floor. Excitement and anxiousness were written on the faces of your classmates. You sighed with a small smile on your face; you had to admit, you did sort of miss school.

You watched as the popular girls, the popular guys and the not so popular all file into the classroom from the corner of the classroom. A handful of unfamiliar faces stood shyly by the door, unsure of what to do on their first day. Just then, a male teacher walks in with his football jersey tucked loosely into his pants and the whistle which serves as a pause button, hanging on his chest.

"Settle down, everyone." The noise subsided and everyone diverted their attention to the intimidating adult standing in front of the classroom. "As you guys can see, I will be your homeroom teacher once again this year. For those who are unsure of my identity, I go by Mr. Jung and I will be your physical education teacher."

His cat-like eyes scan through the classroom, "Try not messing this year up and make the best out of it since it's your last." His eyes land on yours as his brown eyes gaze into your black ones, "I look forward to seeing what is in store for us."

Your broke the eye contact first and looked down at your intertwined fingers resting on your wooden desk. *Me too, Mr Jung, me too. Or as I would call you; husband.*