I'm In love with my teacher~Wenclair.

~three~

Wednesdays POV:

As the rest of the class started to fill, I started to hate this more and more. Why did I agree to this? This is going to be absolute hell. 
I was able to get everyone in their desks, and the noise level to die down. Partly because most of the people here know me, and know how I get when annoyed. I'm also sure Enid's informed the new students about it by now.

"Open your textbooks to page 200, and read from there to page 209. When everyone's done I'll pass out the pretest for this semester." I explained, as a few students groaned. Enid raised her hand with a worried look on her face, don't tell me she forgot her textbook.

"Yes Enid."

"Does the pre test count as an actual grade?" she asked, while slowly pulling her book from her bag. 

"No, unless you get above a 90." if it was my choice it would count, but I'm technically not aloud to make pretests actual grades. 

"Okay," after that everyone was occupied by reading the pages in their books. What am I supposed to do now? 
I decide on writing down a few ideas for my book, yes, I'm still writing them. No, no one has published them yet, but one day I will get someone to.

"I'm done reading." said who I'm assuming is Marcus.

"Okay? I said when everyone was done I would pass it out, not just when you're done. Go sit down." the boy huffed, before following my directions and walking back over to his seat. 
Why does nobody listen? 

*Buzz*

I pick up my phone to find a text from Enid. 

"Calm down love, don't make everyone hate you on the first day." 

"I could care less if they hate me, Enid." I replied.

"Yes, but students talk. If they don't like you then all the other teachers will know they don't like you, then soon it'll be all over the school that you're the worst teacher. I'm sure you don't want all of that attention, especially since it's about something stupid." maybe she's right, I don't really want to be talked about more than I already am.

"Okay fine, I'll 'calm down'"

"Good, love you." 

"Love you too." I set my phone down, and put my head in my hands. I really wish I had my typewriter with me, maybe this time would go by faster. 
I noticed most of the class was done, so I decided I might as well pass out the papers now. 

"Here's your pretest papers, you may start once you receive it." I said, as I walked up to Enid's row. 

"She's asleep." Yoko mumbled, as I set the paper down in front of her. Really Enid? I'm going to start giving her a bedtime, she almost always ends up falling asleep in class, or right after class.

"Really?" I questioned, as Yoko just nodded her head. 
I sighed before squatting down next to the table. 

"Enid, you have to get up." I mumbled, while slightly shaking the girl. 

"Just 5 more minutes," she answered, as she shifted her head, that rested on her arms.

"No, you have to get up now." I said, a bit more stern this time. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, before realizing where she was. The look on her face was priceless...

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Addams." She muttered out in embarrassment, the whole class now looking at her. Yoko was silently laughing at the handprint on the side of her face, and honestly I was trying not to crack a smile as well. 

"It's fine." I answered, while moving to pass out the rest of the papers.
Enid looked out of it the rest of class, I wonder if she's becoming sick. Or maybe... No, nevermind. 
My next class is with A bunch of new students, I don't have anyone I know until 5th period. Thank Satan that the next two class periods are my planning periods, while the students have classes like gym, art, ect. I'm obviously not going to be planning, the only thing I'm planning to do is excusing Enid from her next two classes to find out what's going on with her. I might be overthinking it all, but it's better safe than sorry. That's what they say, right? 
I must've been zoned out, because apparently a students talking to me. 

"You okay Mrs. Addams?" One of the students asked, once I placed the pretest sheet on their desk. Why do the students care if their teacher is okay, they all look half asleep most of the time anyway. In my case though I look half dead. 

"Yes, I'm fine. Now get to work."  This class was the same as the last one, I had nothing to do and it drove me crazy. I definitely need to remember to bring my typewriter, not my new one though, I'll bring the old one. I can't risk the new one Enid bought me being damaged by these idiotic teenagers. It'll probably drive the them crazy, but who cares, it's not my job to keep them sane. If anything it's my job to stress them out about upcoming quizzes and tests.
The bell has finally rung, signalling that I can finally find out what's up with Enid. Even if she just didn't get enough sleep, or if it's what I think it is...