CARDIGAN━━❝ when you are young, they assume you know nothing ❞
IN WHICH, the two best friends slowly begin to feel things for each other that aren't exactly platonic...
season 1 - season 3
michelle mallon x fem oc
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015. ms de brun
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SISTER MICHAEL STOOD ON STAGE, beginning the announcements for the day. "As you all know, at the beginning of term, the Bishop graciously bestowed a beautiful piece of religious art onto Our Lay Immaculate College, the enchanting Child of Prague," She walked over to where the statue was, on a stand, covered in a piece of cloth before she proudly revealed it. "There we are. Sure, isn't he a great fella altogether?"
"I still don't get what it's supposed to be," James told the girls, tilting his head in confusion. "It's Jesus as a wain," His cousin answered which made James nod before he asked, "Why has he got a big red hat on?"
"Nobody knows." Fallon replied as she swayed side by side to kept herself entertained. She hate things that dragged on for ages, she could never stay focused on something for that long.
Sister Michael continued to ramble about how she loved the statue so much that she'd just take it for herself. Finally, she got to the final bit of the announcements. The nun got given notes by the woman standing by her as she started to speak again, "Yes. Sadly, Sister Patrick decided to leave us. She's returning to her missionary work, educating the heathen inhabitants of a primitive and savage place."
"She's taken a teaching post in Belfast, Sister," The woman stood besides her reminded. "Precisely. The board of governors promised me that her replacement would arrive today, but as usual, they were talking out their-"
A loud bang of the doors cut Sister Michael off, which gathered everyone's attention. A woman in all leather, removing a motorcycle helmet appeared. "I believe you've been expecting me."
Fallon's jaw dropped. 'Holy fuck, she's hot.'
And not too soon after that, Fallon found herself sat in the fit teachers classroom. Miss De Bruns was her name, as she had just written it up on the board. Fallon found herself intrigued with the woman. The way she dressed, her suit, her eyeliner.
That's until Jenny Joyce had to open her big mouth. "What is it we should be doing, Miss?"
"What should you be doing? Now there's the question. But let me ask you a better one. What is it you want to do?" Ms De Brun asked, finally standing up from her seat.
"Get pished," Michelle answered, honestly, receiving a hum from the teacher. "I'd quite like some feedback on the poetry assignment, actually." Jenny smugly smiled as the whole class groaned. "It counts for our final grade, people!"
Ms De Brin lifted up a stack of papers. "This is 12A, right?" She asked. "That's correct, Miss," Jenny replied with a nod. "And you are?" The woman raised her eyebrows at Jenny. "Jenny. Jenny Joyce." She flicked through the papers and began to read off it. "The Flower, by Jenny Joyce," But Jenny's smile dropped. "You're not going to read it out, are you?"
