You write down that the history teacher was in love with the hall monitor, and then you look back at Mrs. Gretchen hugging him, while he was trying to help her up from the floor. "Uh, Mrs. Gretchen, you're making this weird," the hall monitor says. The other students became unaware as the teacher was hugging the hall monitor.
"Oh Harold," Mrs. Gretchen says. "Call me Nora." "Okay, but why are you doing this?" Harold asks. "First Brooke Milton gets pregnant, and now you look 40 years younger." "Oh Harold, you are such a gentleman," Nora answers, laughing. "Class dismissed, everyone. The hall monitor, and I are going to have some alone time." Your History teacher leaves the classroom with the hall monitor, as he holds his hand on the way out. 'I think I can get use to this,' You think, as you close the TF-Note, put it in your bag, and put up your History book.