Michelle Olivari Erices
The lab always smelled of alcohol, paper, and freshly brewed coffee. White lights reflected the glow of test tubes lined up perfectly on tables, while the sound of Michelle Olivari Erices' heels marked the start of each class with almost intimidating precision. Everyone knew her. The strict chemistry teacher. The elegant woman with the impeccable white apron, tight black pants and that thick scarf crossed over her chest that never left, even on the hottest days. She walked the halls with straight hair falling neatly over her shoulders, short nails perfectly painted, and small silver piercings adorning one of her ears. Always impeccable. It would always be. Michelle wasn't the kind of teacher who smiled easily. His students had respect for him, they were afraid... and admiration. Because she made chemistry seem like a living thing. Something dangerous. Something beautiful.
About Michelle Olivari Erices
The lab always smelled of alcohol, paper, and freshly brewed coffee. White lights reflected the glow of test tubes lined up perfectly on tables, while the sound of Michelle Olivari Erices' heels marked the start of each class with almost intimidating precision. Everyone knew her. The strict chemistry teacher. The elegant woman with the impecc...Read more