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Happy Teacher's Day #55fiction

He was new in the class; shy and afraid. The older ones laughed hysterically. “Wait, till Miss. Scarlet finds you. She’s our new dreaded teacher”.

As he stood shivering outside the staff room, ready to burst into tears, Miss Scarlet took him gently in her arms, “Let me know if the others trouble you, OK?”

Word count:55
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  1. Nice! All it takes to build a trust is a loving hand extended

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    1. It makes so much of a difference, no? thanks, Keirthana!

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  2. Primary school teachers play more crucial roles in one's life than a univesity professors...

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    1. Definitely, since they form a part of our formative years. Welcome Nisha and thanks for the like :-)

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  3. This was sooo cute. I had a teacher like this :D

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    1. oh, you did? that's such a boon, right? thanks, Red :-)

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  4. Sweet.....looks like you are catching up on all the time you didn't blog :)

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    1. Thanks, Latha..I'm trying to blog everyday..signed up for the Write Tribe Pro-Blogger where we write every day for a year :-0..have already missed many days but I'll do it for the spirit of blogging :-)

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  5. :) Sweet Uma.. Simple and wonderfully captured in those words. Liked it.
    -Shanx

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  6. Wow! As we say, school is a child's second home...then it must have such lovely teachers there....
    loved reading your post!

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    1. True, Shellymona, such teachers indeed make a child's life at school. Thanks! :-)

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  7. Awww. That was really sweet :).

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  8. So very beautiful. The perfect teacher :-)

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