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Check out our channels in your favorite language Spanish https://bit.ly/3ljA5lO German https://bit.ly/2QnDRfw French https://bit.ly/2QqWbV6 Our second channel Story Time Animated 2 https://bit.ly/34E34uR I was sitting at my battered old computer doing homework when I felt my mom put her hands over my eyes and giggle from behind me. I could tell she was smiling when she told me to get up and to not sneak a peek. I started going through a mental calendar when I realised; I forgot about my own birthday. If you like these stories, make sure to hit those like and subscribe buttons below, as well as the notifications bell so you’re the first to know when a new story is out! My mom led me to the dining table, which she decorated with all sorts of birthday stuff, like cheesy balloons and napkins of all colors with the number 18 all over them. “Blow out the candles, Miles” Smiled my mom. I blew out the 18 little candles and made my wish. I know it’s stupid, but it’s the one little superstition I allow myself. I wished to be so successful I could buy my mom and each of my siblings their own house, and take care of them like my good-for-nothing dad never did. You’re probably thinking this is the typical story of a poor kid with a heart of gold, the kind of guy who is loved by everyone, but is really unlucky. Well, that’s not me. It all started in highschool. Instead of playing sports and going to parties all the time, I kept to myself. When I walked through the halls of my school, I didn’t wave at anyone, didn’t do some cheesy handshake with pals and definitely didn’t stuff anyone in a locker. I laughed to myself whenever I saw those things, because they all looked so pointless. During class I sat at the back and didn’t say a word. I didn’t even pay attention most of the time, but I still had the best grades in the school because I worked hard on the side. All of that, of course, was ruined when she entered my life. My old history teacher had just retired, so I was expecting someone exactly like him to take his place. I could not have been more wrong. First came the sound of stilettos clacking on the floor, then a soft summer breeze wafted in her perfume. I still get the chills every time I hear heels clacking on the floor and I gag when I smell similar perfume. She walked in slow motion. First came one leg, then the other followed suit, and soon enough stopped timefor every guy in my 4th period history class. She was every guy’s dream woman. “My name is Ms. Michaels, I’ll be teaching you the history of the world from now on” She spoke while writing her name on the board and underlining it harshly. Every guy audibly gulped. I was distracted by Ms. Michaels at first too, but it didn’t last. A few minutes later I was back to minding my business and scribbling absentmindedly in a notebook while the rest of the class