"Are you gonna teach us anything or are we just gonna sit here? Summer asked impatiently.
"Just do whatever you want." Mr. S replied, clearly wanting the day to be over.
"I want to learn from my teacher." Summer spoke
"Besides that." Mr. S said putting his head in his hands.
"Freddy, what do you like to do?" Mr. S asked,
"I don't know, burn stuff?" Freddy replied resting on the table,
"What about you Y/n?"
Y/n shrugged before replying "Eat...I don't know."
"Just go out and have recess." Mr. S replied pointing towards the door
"My parents don't spend $15,000 a year for recess." Summer said, clearly agitating Mr. S.
Y/n and Katie looked at each other with raised eyebrows, knowing it won't end well for summer.
"You want to learn something?" He asked getting up from his desk.
"Yes, I do." Summer replied smugly
"You want me to teach you something?" He asked rhetorically, "All right, here's a useful lesson for you. Give up. Just quit. Because in this life, you can't win. Yeah, you can try, but in the end, you're just gonna lose, big time, because the world is run by The Man." He said, his voice rising after every word.
"Who?" Y/n asked
"The Man." He paused looking at each student "Oh, you don't know The Man? Well, he's everywhere. In the White House, down the hall. Miss Mullins, she's The Man. And The Man ruined the ozone, and he's burning down the Amazon, and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank. There used to be a way to stick it to The Man. It was called rock 'n' roll. But guess what. Oh, no. The Man ruined that too with a little thing called MTV! So don't waste your time trying to make anything cool or pure or awesome. The Man's just gonna call you a fat, washed-up loser and crush your soul. So do yourselves a favour and just give up!" He screamed, just as Principal Mullins entered the classroom.
"Mr Schneebly, it's after 10. On Tuesdays, the children have music class now." She said adjusting, her glasses.
"Right. OK. Good work, people. We will continue with our lecture on The Man when we return. Have a good music class. " And with that, all the teens left for their music class, shocked and bewildered.
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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 - 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬
FanfictionFired from his band and hard up for cash, guitarist and vocalist Dewey Finn finagles his way into a job as a fifth-grade substitute teacher at a private school, where he secretly begins teaching his students the finer points of rock 'n' roll. The sc...
