𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

7│MR. TURNER WANNABE

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴍʀ. ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ
ᴡᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇ ꒱


❝ DOESN'T YANCY LOOK
 A LITTLE LIKE KINGPIN? ❞

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Contrary to her mother's inclination, Miya was not a fan of English class. While she had learned to work with her dyslexia rather than against it over time, she still preferred to listen to an audiobook than read one— and even that was few and far between. To her, reading was a reminder of what she couldn't do and the hardships she had faced because of her struggle. Needless to say, Mr. Garaboski's by-the-book (literally) teaching method was not her favorite. She dreaded his class each time she saw it on the schedule. Her only comfort was that her friends were also there and none of their peers were quite brave enough to get on Maya's bad side when she glared at them every time Miya stuttered over her portion of the read-aloud passages.

She couldn't help but think that it was because of her difficulties that her friends 'misbehaved' more than usual in his class, often forgoing any classroom etiquette, such as raising their hands and talking when he did. The rest of the class jumped on the bandwagon mostly because of how boring he was and they needed something to keep it interesting, otherwise his droning voice would put them all to sleep. No matter how many times he yelled at them to shut up or griped about ancient rules that he wished had never gone out of style, they acted as if he'd never spoken. In the two years he'd taught them, he never missed a day. . . until he did.

"Where's Garaboski?" Maya wondered, though there was more hope than concern in her voice.

"Did we do it?" Riley asked eagerly.

Farkle glanced behind him to share a triumphant look with Miya, who had cautiously lifted her head to look around at the absence of their teacher. "Did we finally break him?"

Cory walked into the room with a piece of paper in his hand. "You broke him."

They burst into cheers and the brunette felt a wash of relief at the thought of never seeing their strict teacher again. Anybody was better than Garaboski. Cory pursed his lips at their reaction. "Quiet! Mr. Garaboski retired yesterday."

That hardly dimmed their enthusiasm as they applauded again. "Quiet!" he snapped over their noise. "The guy survives Vietnam and Mrs. Garaboski, and he can't get past you. Now, he left a letter here that expressed his feelings." He unfolded the paper and began to share with them: "'dear you little. . .' okay, I can't read this." He laughed nervously and scrunched it up in a ball to hide the words.

"He always talked about the good old days before 1985," Lucas recalled.

Riley looked over at her father. "What happened in 1985?"

Farkle, of course, knew the answer. "That was the year the New York board of education said you couldn't hit a kid with a ruler."

"I'm glad I'm born after 1985," Miya commented softly.

Maya smirked in amusement. "Bored of education? I do believe I am."

Cory merely sighed at her joke. "Well, now you're gonna need a new English teacher."

The blonde shook her head. "That's okay, thanks."

Movement outside the window caught his eye and Lucas looked over to see who was walking down the hall. A woman whose dark hair was piled on top of her head messily smiled back at him. She wore a leather jacket and was carrying a bike helmet in one hand. "Uh, I don't know, Maya. You may want to consider this one."