Balie looked at the door, her hand reaching out. She began shaking. What if the people there made fun of her? What if people thought she was weird. This was a bad idea. She turned around to run off but squeaked in fear when the teacher opened the door.
The teacher looked... beautiful. She had no wrinkles and light brown hair with brown eyes. She wore a dress with high heels, like she was planning on going on a date. She smiled and pulled her inside, which pulled Balie out of her reverie as she squirmed to break free, but alas, she couldn't.
She was put infront of the class and she started to get anxious. The lesbian shakily raised her soft and tender hand and waved slightly. Her blue eyes shook with fear. She gulped and spoke, her voice high and quiet. She just wanted to cut herself to get away.
"H-Hi... M-My name is Balie.." The blonde introduced herself, pulling courage from her heart, then immediately ran to the closet seat, sitting next to...