Dear Wattpad

3 - The Teacher Knows Everything

Mon 19-10-15

Dear Wattpad
Hello Lovelies! So, lately I've really wanted to start writing again (I had taken a small break) but the only problem is, I don't have my laptop on me when I want to.

It seems that every time I'm at school and in the middle of Geography, or English, or Maths, or-

You get the point.

Whenever I'm in class, I have a sudden urge to write so much and it's great because I do usually. I bring an extra book to school and just write during class. I know I really shouldn't do that and actually pay attention, since i'm also in the extension classes, but the teachers just seem to think you're taking down notes.

So the book I write in is a small Typo A5 book, its has plenty of pages and is filled with loose chapter, mindless thoughts, story ideas, of course, a lot of fan-fiction. I pretty much have chapters 14 to 26 written down in chronological order of Before I Knew You. And with my luck, the worst happened.

Somebody started reading it.

Now, a couple of my friends know I write stories, and only a handful know I mainly write Fan-Fiction, leaving only two or three that actually read every single chapter.

My two (sort of close) friends sat beside me during Italian, last session on Friday. It was our final class and the three of us we're chatting, the teacher obviously not caring that our assignments we're also due the next week. This is when my friend Gaylee (Not her real name, but lets roll with it) watches me finish writing the last sentence of the chapter and put the book away to concentrate on the lesson.

This book is very precious to me, if somebody started rifling through it, my reputation would probably go down the drain. I don't let anyone ever touch it. So when Gaylee decides to grab my writing book, I panic as I watch her flick through the pages until she eventually gets to the chapters. And starts reading them...

So, Gaylee already knew that I wrote fan-fiction, so although I was freaking out, I knew she wouldn't judge me. My moment of bliss ended when Graceful (None of the names I use are real) takes it from her and also starts reading. I sit there quietly, peeking over their shoulders and watch them squabble over who gets to read it next, which was amusing. All of a sudden,

Teacher: Graceful, what are you reading?!

Miss Crochet calls out a bit too loudly, making everybody look at her.

Graceful: A- uh- a story, Miss

Miss Crochet leans over her desk to looks at my notebook.

Teacher: Did you write it?

Graceful: No...

Teacher: Then who's book is that?

Graceful: It's- uh, Hindi's

*Silence*

The teacher turns to me looking stunned and the ENTIRE class goes dead quiet, everybody staring at me. I didn't want people to know about my Wattpad, but it was too late...

Teacher: You're writing a book?

Me: Mmhmm

Teacher: What is it about?

Me: Its, um, about a girl from America, uh, who goes over to Australia to start a better life

Teacher: So you write?

Me: Yeah...

Teacher: Well Thats Wonderful!

It turns out, she was happy that I wrote, even though she didn't know exactly what about. Miss Crochet was almost too happy. She drags a chair to the front of the classroom and sits down, facing me and then speaks again, and again, and again.

Teacher: Whats the main characters name?

Me: Uh, Jennifer

Teacher: How old is she?

Me: Thirty-seven

Teacher: Why did she move from America?

Me: To start a better li-

Teacher: How did she get the money, and how long down her Visa last?

Me: She got it from heri-

Teacher: Is she in a relationship?

Me: No

Teacher: What is she doing with her life then, she has to start a family soon

Me: She is trying to get away from the pa-

Teacher: Where does she work?

Me: Subway

Teacher: For how long and what role?

Me: 15 years and ma-

Teacher: Why has she stayed in the job so long?

Me: Ca-

Teacher: Does she have pets?

Me: Yes

Teacher: What bred?

Whats her favourite food?

Worst habits?

Least favourite city?

Ice cream or cake?

Signature dance move?

This went on for the next 20 minutes of class, Graceful and Gaylee giving me sorrowful looks as i'm drilled into by this 60 year old Italian teacher in front of the entire class. Then with only 3 minutes left of the school day, she finally decides to back down, telling other students to pack up as she finishes the last of her questions. I stand up, collect my belongings and throw them into my backpack. I go to run from the class room, but to only get stopped by at least 5 other people asking where and how can they can read my story.

Oh boy...

If only it wasn't hard enough already to be as vague as possible and now my classmates we're going to read it. So I blurted out,

Me: It's on Wattpad

Before running away.

*****

I hope you like my first anecdote, I thought it would set the mood in this book and also I still cringe from it...

This did happen to me, and it was hell. A lot of the students we're gossipers so I was careful not to blow my cover, but ya know, life happens.

Please tell me if you want more stories in the comments and ask me some question too! I'm hoping to do a Featured Question (Or QOTC) for each chapter so ask away!

Toodles,

Hindi!