KATE'S SIZZLIN' ADVENTURE

School // Food tech - Poppy

(Kate's POV)
I sat down on my stool, staring out of the window, zoning out you could call it, as my teacher began to raise her voice at the long list of students who hadn't done, or brought in yet they'd 'done it' supposedly, their homework. Not many people did their homework for her, I was a part of that group - I already knew how to cook, and my friends loved it when I cooked for them. (Especially Emily, when I baked them small biscuits.) So I didn't really see a point in doing the homework, I don't for many lessons to be honest; it's just too boring and I have better things to do with my life, like: reading drarry smut and shitposting on Instagram.

"Kate..?! KATE!?"

Oh yay, it was my turn to be shouted at now, not like it hasn't happened before. I just sat there, I guess, not taking in what she was saying at all. I didn't sleep much last night due to my binge on reading smutty fanfic, but we weren't cooking today - probably just watching a video and writing down facts or something, so my lack of sleep didn't really bother me that much.

"Have you done your homework?"

I didn't really like this teacher much, like I said before; nor did anyone. She was quite sassy, you could say. Of course sassy people are great, some of my favourite people are labelled as sassy. Gerard Way, being an example. But this teacher was a disliking-kinda-sassy, basically a bit of a bitch. So being the person she was, she placed her hand on her hip within a second, and looked at me along with the rest of the class. She and everyone else knew the answer, but I guess she's got to ask out of teacher-ness, and yes that's my own word - deal with it. I shook my head quickly, giving her the answer she already knew she had coming, my red hair following the pattern that my head made.

"Right, Friday night detention. One hour. If you don't come, it'll be doubled,"

I nodded, I wouldn't go anyway. Who even does? All that 'I'll double it' threat is just a plain lie anyway, teachers don't have both, the time and patience to have a student in for longer than 30 minutes during detention. Even when they're supposed to be an hour, so I doubt I'll be getting two hours any time soon.

I sighed as she walked back over to her desk which was fairly close to me, wanting to know what we'd be doing today. There was only 45 minutes left of the lesson, so I certainly knew we wouldn't be cooking. What a relief. Sure, I love cooking but when I cook around people it makes me feel nervous incase I can't handle my fetish, especially when we use pans. The bigger, the hungrier and more turned on I get. Only my close friends, and most of my Instagram community, knew or had an idea that I was pansexual, but they didn't know I craved the kitchen item that much. Actually, at all. They all used to play a joke on me, saying that 'I loved to 'fuck' pans, and kitchen utensils' and we would just laugh it off. They did know the true meaning of the sexuality, just they like to joke around a lot. Yet all of a sudden a craving for a pan inside me came across me, and I can't get rid of it at all; their joke finally becoming a truth. Or as I would say, the unicorn becoming a pretty horse.

"Right, so today," my teacher started, I drew my attention back to her - I didn't have anything else to really daydream about right now, all my homework I didn't worry about and I wasn't planning on writing anything for my 'Poplena' story anytime soon; so I didn't need to think of any ideas. To be fair, I was thinking about not writing any more chapters for it, and just focus on my drarry fan fiction or something like that. She continued,

"We're going to be designing 'healthy diet' posters.."
Phew, I sighed in relief.
"But," But?
"First of all, I need a hand putting away the equipment from last period, and we're going to have to do it in groups since there isn't a lot of you and there was a lot of them,"
Year 7 was a huge year group, compared to us, we were average to small. It's pretty self explanatory when you see how small our student head count is in our year, around 20 in each class.

"Emily, Emilly and Poppy: You can do the cutlery.."
It dragged on for a while and I could feel myself dosing off gentl-

"Kate, you can do the pans. There's not many anyway so you'll be fine on your own,"

You can do the pans, did she just say?

Oh. No.