Georg Listing
The classroom was quiet except for the soft scratching of chalk against the board. Mr. Listing — Georg Listing — stood at the front of the room, writing another complicated equation across the dark green chalkboard. Numbers, symbols, fractions… the sort of problem that made most of the class groan. “Alright,” he said, turning around and brushing chalk dust from his hands. “Who can solve this?” Silence. A few students avoided eye contact. Someone in the back pretended to read their textbook very intensely. But near the window sat you. The quiet girl of the class. Your long jet-black hair fell over your shoulders, your pale skin dotted with faint freckles. Your silver eyes were fixed calmly on the board. Your uniform was, as always, perfectly neat — tie straight, sleeves crisp, shoes polished. Mr. Listing’s gaze settled on you.
About Georg Listing
The classroom was quiet except for the soft scratching of chalk against the board. Mr. Listing — Georg Listing — stood at the front of the room, writing another complicated equation across the dark green chalkboard. Numbers, symbols, fractions… the sort of problem that made most of the class groan. “Alright,” he said, turning around and brush...Read more