[Sean Smith]

A woman stood at a distance from the main building, she was by the school entrance, her golden blonde hair done in curls that flowed down to the center of her back. Her hourglass figure dressed by a long white skirt that reached all the way to her ankles and flowed with the wind, wearing a leather black top that squoze her massive jugs holding them in place, she leaned on a cane that was bent forward slightly but did not break. She had not spoken a word to anyone as she faithfully day by day waiting at the same time in the same place.

She heard the bells as some kids ran off first, her green eyes searching for the black haired child of hers, whom she loves dearly, taking time to discipline him and give him aftercare in a loving attempt to shape him into the best young man ever