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w a v e r l y m.
bad reputation - Joan Jett .
The middle of august in the year 2041.
"Mr. Melrose" The Headmaster of the Eden's Academy, Mr. Muskroot sits at his desk with his hands clasped on top of the desk. I think Nathan is sitting beside me, to the right, and veronica the left side. I can only tell because of the way the energy in the room shifted. I think about chancing a glance on either side of me to see where my father and his girlfriend are seated beside me, but- "Mr. Muskroot" The Right. I shift uncomfortably at the sound of my father's gruff tone.
I chance a glance to my left and confirming the ladder. My headmaster clears his throat, "I have invited you two into my academy today to deliver unfortunate news" Just then the door opens and my teacher, Sister Marjorie, walks into the door. all of my teachers are dressed like nuns. All the students dress like schoolgirls, plaid skirts and polo vests and everything. And Our headmaster? OH, he's dressed like a priest. a fucking priest! I wonder if his wife knows what he does with his students for extra credit. fucking creep.
Sister Marjorie was one of the younger teachers here at the academy. You know how they say the human body is made of ninety-five percent water? okay well the woman of this academy are addicts of all kinds. Which means, she's practically made of ninety-five percent headmaster muskroots sperm and I'm hoping five percent water. With the reputation these women hold in this academy you can't be too sure. My point is, Marjorie here, is one of those kinds of women.
"Sister Marjorie" The sight of her makes the headmaster's eyes light up. His eyes scan over her body and I roll my eyes. one she's at work, two Marjorie is in a fucking nun get up and you're drooling. and for fucks sake her name is Marjorie! how do you not think of Mrs. Marjorie Simpson!
Marjorie trots into the office space, the sound of her heels clicking and clacking as she slowly makes her way into the room and the clock that sits above the doors tick tocking are the only noises present in the room with us. she takes her spot a next to the back edge of the headmaster's desk. Shit, is she going to tell my dad about what happened in the garden last night? She crosses her arms over her chest as she glares at me.
"Last Night," she's about to fucking tell him. "Waverly was spotted near the gardens with another student after lights out." Fuck, she's telling him. My father cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter the energy in the room doing a full one eighty.
