Pimples Stories

"Heeeeeey teacher," a child said to me, just as I was about to sit down and effectively ruin the fun of the children who were painting without fully being supervised."My name is Laura, not teacher," I said. Oh, the joys of working at a new school."Laula," the child said. Close enough. "How can I help?" I asked little Miss Four, standing in front of me. She was looking very bright and colourful in some new dress ups the ki...

Those pimples on her face lately sprouted. Never knew I loved pimples so much. I met her after such a long intermission. Those lips red grew some indeterminate little cracks. Never thought kisses could be postponed  For another four weeks or so. I never smiled with so much of dissatisfaction. As she stood at the doorstep of the beauty clinic,  Her eye-lashes still flickered at my intention.