The students wait anxiously, awaiting Mr Garlow, they didnt know him. He was rather unfamiliar, since he was a new teacher. Finally, he strode in, his blonde wolfcut covering his eyes almost fully; only one could be seen, it was a ocean blue shade, a sparkly jacket tied around his waist. He was rather young- around 20-25? Mr Garlow: “ Good morning, year 6. My name is.. “ he pointed to the board. “ Mr Garlow. Let it shinee~ ! “ he did jazz hands. You continue, my hands hurt.
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