Footage // Mr. Hemmings

.7

I woke up around 10am and groaned as it was Saturday, and Saturday is for staying in bed all day, eating and binge watching Netflix and Youtube. No other exceptions.

But, I have to go to school on a bloody Saturday. To help set up some bloody thing I'm not even part of - thank God.

I slowly and desperately crawled out of bed and went downstairs to see Miss. Perfect soon to he Mrs. I nearly hacked, I didn't realise I made a gagging face and had to instantly turn it to a fake yawn, which turned into a really awfully long yawn. All because Miss. B*tch face looked at me.

"Morning Hadley what are you doing up" in my head I scoffed at her words, even though they weren't offensive I'd find a way to make them offensive only because she said them. Her daughter is the spawn of Satan, and if Satan was in disguise I'd believe it was her daughter. Also her because was related to the blood sucking rat.

Why wouldn't I be up early though! She just crawls into everyones skins and annoys them. So basically, she called me lazy.

"I don't know, why are you" I smiled politely walking to the press and grabbing a bowl out. "I always wake up early, it makes me feel fresh and young" she said inhaling a deep breath in. I would've laughed but my dad would have chopped my head off. So instead I just replied. "Really?" sounding astonished.

She obviously got what I was up to and stopped smiling. Hopefully stopped breathing to. "Yes it does. That's why I don't have wrinkles" she said raising a brow.

"Wow, amazing" I said eying her face making her gasp. "Don't stretch your skin honey, or else you'll have to go back to that face lifter more often.- HEY DAD" I said hoping he didn't hear that.

He smiled at me, "morning sweetie" I was about to reply but he spoke again. "Hey Hads" my face dropped and I angrily poured milk into my bowl before putting my cheerios in. Yes okay I get it. I make cereal different. It tastes the same.

After breakfast, I ran back upstairs showering before changing into running shorts and grabbing a plain black hoody and put on my black nike runs. I looked in the mirror, the only colour that wasn't black was my dark grey shorts.

"Daddy, can I borrow your car" I ask pouting while shoving my phone into my pocket. "Sorry darling, I need it for a meeting" he said and I groaned out a "fine" before stomping toward the door.

I walked to the school and seen the cars outside and nearly cried. (guys im boring the hell out of you im so sorry i feel like such a crap author and want to delete this book im really sorry). I entered the doors and seen all the teachers setting up for the welcome day. I spotted Mr. Hemmings and nearly fell to my knees. My legs becoming jello.

He was wearing black shorts, a black tank top, dark grey nike runners with a bit of blue, and... are you ready? A fadonking snapback. Oh wow he looked hot. So yeah, maybe I've boarded the teacher fantasising train but I'd never board the illegal one.

He was painting a lamp post, and I was guessing that it wasn't part of the welcome event he told me about. But woah, his arm muscles when he stroked the brush up, and down, up, and back down. Dammit it's got me feeling someway.

"Miss Court, what on earth are you doing here" the principal came over and she looked appalled. "Here to help?" I say to her more of a question than a statement.

"But. But you?... You don't help people. You-" she stopped probably knowing she crossed the line. I so do help people! (say it the way Ashton says "i did pay for the coffee" sorry. giggles*) "You don't even participate in drama club, why are you here helping them?" she asked her hands on her hips. I put my hands on my hips to.