THE ENTERNAL XTREMELY INFERIOR TEAROOMS

my old maths teachers side job.

aight, this one's to the light thrivevers gc.

and to new starts! (and ends.)

Today, at 6.30 am, James McHugh woke up, and stretched.

At 3.50, he got dressed and started walking downstairs.

At 6.40, he said hello to one of his roommates, who seemingly also got up at that time.

At 6.45, he went to go cook his breakfast, and prepare his lunch for the day.
He had an omelette, with a cup of black coffee, to get ready for dealing with those kids.

At 6.50, he ate his breakfast, while making a few adjustments to the plans for today, aggressively typing on his laptop.

When it came to 7.00, he got into his car, driving away from swords, and into the place which he never wished to set foot into after his midlife crisis was resolved.

He'd finally made it into the school at 7.30 am, seeing the sunlight peeking through the leaves, framing the school as some angelic blissful heaven to outsiders, but truly, inside was the opposite.

At 7.35, he entered the school building and said hello to a couple of teachers, occasionally stopping to make a comment about the weather, and what-not.

Later, at 7.40, he'd finally made it into his office, and closed the windows, knowing that none of his students deserved any fresh air (but his plants needed it, so he asked the cleaners to open the windows for a couple of hours each day).

He had another hour and ten minutes to go, before the students would pour in, as it was only 7.50 at this point, so he just typed down more information about the students.

At 8.00, he just typed more, until another teacher asked for him to keep the noise down, until he finally did, and that woman finally shut up about it.

The rest of the morning went past like a blur, until 9.00 came along.
He heard the yelling, and talking of students, and knew that his actual job would have to start soon.

He brought a couple of biscuits from home, so he just ate them as he typed more.

At 9.20, he had his first lesson of the day, he went into the dreaded classroom, to tell the kids that he hates them and they don't just deserve the measly green sheets they get, but a prison sentence, for life, preferably.

The rest of the day, went by like the late morning did, and the only significant thing about that day was the smoke alarm going off because of some petty teacher who burned their toast.

And, FINALLY, he went home, in his little old car, the radio was playing some news about the elections, so he turned that up and pretended to listen, but his thoughts were clouded by how much he wanted to drive this car off a cliff.

The time that was displayed on his radio screen said it was about 6.30, (though it was usually wrong,) as he stopped at lidl to get some food for the week.

he parked his car, and walked into the lidl, the familiar stairs, which had a door there for some obnoxious reason, he preferred to go up the stairs because there usually was nobody bothering him, and he was less likely to be spotted.

He opened the door while checking his watch, *5.40* it said, *hmm, guess his car was wrong, after all.* 

He saw a young man, who was probably about 19, at the maximum he was probably 21, he brushed straight past him, until he came along and yelled, "Hey! Sir! Man!," at him, until he pointed at himself and asked, "Me?" with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes you, you fucking idiot" He said.

"Well why do you want my attention, did i drop something, are you a former student, or something else? If not, why are you wasting my time, I'm trying to shop here, so bye now." James said, trying to get past the kid, before giving up.

"Want a part time job, or a full time job, old man?" The kid asked, looking straight at him.

"Uhm, no. I have a job of my own already, plus, why would I want another one?" He replied enthusiastically.

"Oh come on! It's not that hard of a job, it might take a few weeks, if not, months to get adjusted to, if you don't know how the business goes on, plus, it's fairly simple!" The kid exclaimed.

_James thought about the job, and about how he hated his current one, and how his life couldn't get any worse than of now, he maybe should give it a try?  the kid did say it was simple.._

"Fine. I will give it a try." He said, after deciding for a couple of minutes.

"FINALLY. Alright." The kid said, before putting his arm out, expecting him to shake it, probably.

James shook the kids hand, feeling a sense of dread, as he didn't even know what the job was.

"By the way, what's your name?" The kid asked, this time showing his jaundiced teeth.

"James." He said, reluctantly.

"Nice. My names Evan, Evan Rogan." Evan said.

-end :3

i made this like a month ago! anyways, i don't talk to my old maths teacher anymore soo... yah.

based off of breaking bad! (just the teacher getting into the drug trade part)

bye now.