Michael Afton x reader.

Second Period: English

After math I checked my schedule. Up next was English, the boring class. I never found the required material for reading interesting, as it almost always was the same classic books my parents forced me to read and write essays on as practice. English was never really my strong suit, as I always struggled recognizing adverbs and subject and predicate and the like. It was very stressful to turn in assignments because I always had to turn my work into my parents first before giving it into my teacher. My parents were very strict, and criticized almost everything I wrote. Their methods of getting me to "learn my lesson" were very.... unorthodox. I did end up passing my English classes, but it still made me resentful as I only viewed it as a waste of time. I didn't need math if I was going to become an engineer, even if I might be ridiculed because of my desired career path. 

I met Mike in the hallway between classes, greeting him and walking with him into English. As my luck would have it, I shared English with him, as well as with Selene, that pick me mean girl. I walked into class ready to be bored, and yet I had appeared to have been mistaken. I would be bored and annoyed. 

At the front of the class a teacher walked in, wearing heavy makeup, a long flowery yellow dress with bees on them, and a beehive hairdo. I'm surprised that all the smoking outside didn't calm down the fiery temper this short woman emitted with every step, given that smoke was supposed to calm them down. I suppose my disinterest showed, because the first person she decided to sting was me. "Well hello there (Mr./s) Y/n. I see that you are new here to Hurricane High School?" She said with a high pitched voice reminiscent of when a little kid inhales some helium. "Yes, that would be correct." I replied, trying to act as calm and polite as possible. This women's voice triggered something within me that made me feel a certain whiplash of anger even though she did nothing but be as seemingly passive aggressive as possible.

 "Well", she said interrupting my thoughts, "I assume that you've made some friends here that told you about the reading assignment over the summer?" *Oh eff* I curse internally. "No, I was not aware that there was a reading assignment over the summer." I said, getting a bad feeling immediately when she narrowed her beady eyes at me. "Oh you poor dearie, you haven't made any friends yet?" I guess that was one day to get to whole class to stare at me, judging me and immediately triggering this weird sense of needing to go run and hide for the rest of my life. I almost felt tears welling in my eyes, but my fear was too strong. "I'm sure you'll make many friends here at H.H., we're always willingly to help out a friend in need. Oh!, and before I forget, I expect that book report on my desk by tomorrow" she said, before starting class.