"...I don't know why I run away..."
It'd been almost a year since he'd practically gone ghost on her and she'd almost forgotten what had happened between them until a map is discovered in the out of bounds stairwell on the first day of term which dr...
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~Episode Seven: The Sheriff~
Amerie had confronted Harper the next morning and when the girl admitted to writing the graffiti she'd been expelled. When SLTs was announced to be back on, they assumed Miss Obah would be back since her name had been cleared but instead they were moved to a new classroom and Woodsy had taken over.
"Can everyone take their seats?" She instructed as she made her way to the front of the classroom, "get off the table Spencer," Spider, who'd been sitting on his desk talking to Dusty, hopped down and sat in his chair with an irritated expression on his face.
"Okay, are we a full contingent today?" Woodsy asked, eyes scanning the room, "where's Malakai?" She asked noticing the boys absence.
"Uh, he's not here Miss," said Missy, "he's gone my country."
"Oh, like overseas?" Ant asked cluelessly.
"No, the bush."
"Did you have an extra bowl of stupid this morning Anthony?" Woodsy mocked while the class snickered at his cluelessness.
"Uh, Miss, why have we moved classrooms?" Sasha asked.
"Where's Miss Obah?" Darren questioned.
Woodsy sighed, "Miss Obah will not be taking the sexual literacy tutorial any longer." She revealed, "there is a new sheriff in town." The class began looking towards the door, hoping to see the new teacher that'd be teaching the class and hoping it wouldn't be another police officer. "It's me," Woodsy spoke up, pulling their attention back to her, "I'm the sheriff."
Her reveal was met with quiet groans which she ignored.
"Seven weeks ago, you were put into this class. Can anyone tell me why?"
"The Incest Map." said Sasha glumly.
"Boom." Woodsy nodded to her as she walked down the middle of the rows of tables, "and yet, the tradition of documenting sexual exploits continued right under Miss Obah's nose. That indicates to me that you have leaned very little." She reached the back of the room and turned, retracing her steps back to the front, "so because you cannot learn to R-E-S-P-E-C-T sex or each other it's time to get serious."
She clicked the remote to turn on the projector and a close up image of a vagina with some sort of discharge coming from it appeared on the board screen. "This is a Yeast infection." Woodsy proclaimed as the class reacted in disgust and horror.
Joey covered her mouth with her hand and turned her head away in disgust as Woodsy changed the image to a close up of a penis covered in a rash.
"Oh! that's nasty."
"Oh, God."
"God will not be helping you if you get one of these Anthony," said Woodsy, "it also affects the male genitalia, a disease that understands equality and inclusion better than some of you. It is caused by unprotected sex and poor personal hygiene."
