Retrospect 2/8

J and I were supposed to escort Miss T, our favourite English teacher, to the bus stop after school everyday.

We would wait outside the teachers' office, and J, thick skin, would went inside and said:" Hello, Miss T, we are here to escort you again."

Miss T always gave us the amused look. Although she had tried to decline the 'invitation' several times, but due to J's insistance, she gave up and sportingly play along with us.

I'm not sure what went through her mind last time.
Eh.... the two weirdos are here again. Hmmm... what do they want?

But we were glad that we were not rejected.

I can still remember her smile when we went to wait for her outside the office everyday.

Those were my primary school days.