The Doctor was a shy boy. He never spoke much unless spoken to. Whenever a conversation came about a movie or a musician he knew much about, he stayed quiet afraid to voice his opinions because of what others might think. The Doctor wasn't a handsome boy at this point. Acne had started its reign on what used to be smooth, pale skin. Perhaps his inability to voice his thoughts came from the insecurities of his appearance. The Doctor was not the doctor he would someday become, but just a Boy. The Boy had short jet black hair, but was long enough in the front to cover the acne on his forehead. The Boy had a high and thick nose with big lips below that would rarely curl into a smile. He had full cheeks, almost chubby, and had average size eyes that would shrink when he smiled which was not often. The Boy wasn't overweight, but was certainly not in shape. His arms had no shape, just long and loose and the only exercise his legs had ever got was from walking. He had a stomach that stuck out, but he wouldn't need to suck it in. The Boy was not attractive. If one could imagine him without the previously mentioned features one could find something enjoyable on his surface. For now however that was difficult to imagine since one could not stare at this Boy and not feel a bit repulsed. The Boy walked into the high school for his first day. Nervous and alone he walked to his first class. The Boy was the only one in the class, even the teacher was not present. The Boy sat at a desk near the back and waited for more students to fill up the class. As time passed and it came for the class to begin, the Boy found something strange. He found that he was still the only one in the class. Obviously the Boy began to panic wondering all sorts of possibilities to explain this strange event. Perhaps the school was being evacuated or he was being set up for some freak experiment or perhaps, just maybe he was on a hidden camera show. As soon as he thought these things no sooner had the teacher walked in, a middle aged woman who showed no interest on her face whatsoever. She had straight brown hair that came down to her shoulders, a sharp nose, thin lips, and glasses that looked as though she stole them from Harry Potter himself. The Teacher wore no makeup and her clothes did not make up for what she lacked in her physical features. The suit she wore was gray and looked as though it was bought 10 years ago at a thrift store never to be washed or ironed again. The Boy was less than excited.
"Welcome to Advanced Biology. As you can see you were the only one brave enough to face the demanding hours of effort required in this course."
"Or the only one brave enough to face you," thought the Boy.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Uhh, no."
"Good, here's a syllabus, you may read it later at home before you do your homework. Now let's begin. Now, biology is..." No sooner had she uttered those words another stepped into the classroom. The Boy sighed with relief that there was another soul to bear with him the torture that was sure to bestowed upon him as the class progressed. He looked up and whatever breath was left in him was knocked out of his body. For before him was not merely another soul, but a female soul. The Boy knew he was far from perfection, but realized that this girl was the closest he could ever get to perfection. The Girl had fiery, red hair that came a little past her shoulders, hazel eyes that penetrated the core of anyone who dared to stare into them, a high and straight nose, full, pink lips that glistened, and porcelain skin. Softly she asked, "Is this Advanced Biology?"
"Yes, you're late. Sit down."
As the Girl went to sit down the Boy could not help but stare at her body. Lean and smooth, every curve flowed effortlessly to the next. To say this was an hourglass shape would not suffice. The Girl's body was a roller coaster and the Boy wanted to ride it. To be the only boy, much less the only other student, in class with this girl was a blessing the Boy couldn't believe. To say the least the Boy was looking forward to Advanced Biology.