#mypreferences

"So let me get this straight, I'm a stupid bitch for choosing to pay for something that gives me better quality and a better experience instead of putting the free, lower quality thing as my personal preference? Alrighty then. Using this logic, you willingly admit that you are a cheap ass scrub with zero knowledge of what you are actually arguing about in the first place and gives me the impression that if the only thing that drives your decision when looking at an entire package is how cheap or free it is, you probably chase cheap ass, easy pussy too. So now I'm going to use this logic in reference to your preferences. I'll just sit over here happily willing to pay for better quality and better services, and you can go find a cheap Vietnamese hooker and get slapped around by flappy cow tongue pussy because you get what you pay for. That is the equivalent of your retarded argument right now - basing someone's intelligence on the operating price and quality of something."

VOCÊ VAI CONHECER OS PAIS DELE PELA PRIMEIRA VEZ.

Niall: "Um, Miss Y/N? I can't get this problem right." You peer over the papers you were grading to see a student of yours, Niall. You smile warmly. "Do you need help?" You ask and Niall vigorously shakes his head yes. He places the math paper on your desk and you lean over to see. Quickly, you explain the problem so it makes sense. "Do you understand now?" You glance over to Niall who's staring at you, not the paper. He blushes furiously and turns away. Ahh, puppy love.

Louis: "Louis Tomlinson! Sit down this instant." You shout across the room. One of your students, Louis, has been acting out lately and showing off. This time he's decided to hop up on his desk and dance. He grins mischievously and shakes his head no. You let a sigh, before heading into the hall to call the gym teacher. Together you manage to drag Louis off his desk. The minute he sits back in his seat, you give him detention for an entire month. He just grins, glad he gets to spend more time with you.

Liam: "Awww, Liam are you gonna cry?" You hear a student taunt. You look around the corner to see Liam Payne flocked by two large boys. They're pushing and shoving him, yelling insults. "Stop right now! What do you think you're doing?" You say, marching right over separating Liam from the boys. The older boys are in shock and stand there dumbly. "You both may take a trip to the principals office!" They solemnly nod their heads and walk to the principal. "Liam, are you okay?" The brown haired boy nods shyly. "I am now."

Zayn: "What year did World War II start? Anyone? How about Zayn?" You say, purposely choosing the sleeping boy. "Huh? What?" Zayn says. You frown. "Thank you for finally joining us Mr. Malik. See me after class." Zayn nods and you hear a few whistles come from the back. A titter is sent through the class and Zayn blushes. "Please be quiet." you say to them and turn back to the board. "Zayn you finally gonna ask her out?" a girl asks him. Now it's your turn to blush.

Harry: "Okay kids. Time to hand out Valentine's!" You sang. The children spoke in excitement. You supervised the handing out of Valentine's while some parents managed the food and drinks. As usual you received cards and candies from your students but this year a boy, Harry, gave you a handmade card. "I made this for you Miss Y/N. I hope you like it." You smile and accept the card. Inside is a poem you had read to your class. It's written very nicely and it obviously took Harry sometime to create this beautiful card. "Thank you Harry. I love it." and with that Harry grins cheekily and scampers back to his classmates. He's certainly glad you liked it.