I shifted in the uncomfortable foam chair and stared at the clock on the wall, waiting for my homeroom teacher to walk into the backroom of his class in which I was sitting in. I honestly had no idea what he wanted, but I was never called into the backroom. The backroom was for people who missed assignments or refused to come to school. I was never like, them. They were the ones that bullied other kids; those who slammed others against lockers in hopes for a reaction out of them. I was lucky enough to never interact to much with one of those kids, but let alone have a chance of being one? My heart pounded hard in my chest at the thought of it. I knew I was over reacting, but there is always a chance. One missed assignment turns into two, then six and soon I would be hanging out with the kids who often ended up in this room.
This room had plain, dull, white boring walls with a fern plant in top right corner of the room. The plant showed how this room was infected with lies and arguments as it's reaction was shriveled and half dead. Maybe it's because no one watered it, maybe that's because the kid who was supposed to water it never showed up to school. However that is just a guess, but it probably wasn't too far off from the truth. Next to the plant was a desk in which I sat in front of. The desk was a plain oak, and filed papers in folders and pens where placed on the desk in which glued. This room was so disliked, there wasn't even a computer on the desk. Behind the desk was a chair that looked older and more worn out than the plant. It was the type of chair you instantly knew it squeaked when you sat in it.
All of this made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't belong here. This was the room where bad kids went, and why I sat in the chair kids who did drugs, bullied other students and missed assignments sat in made my skin craw. I almost would have standed in the corner of the small room if it wasn't for the wall to have a big hole in it to which a student punched the wall. I had never been in this room before today, but it was almost like I could retrace every violent act in here.
I cleared my throat and the door opened behind me, and my teacher Mr. Owen walk in. He had a simple but classic outfit on. A white formal dress shirt with a wacky tie and kacky pants. He had grey hair and a grey beard as well. He came and took a seat behind the desk. Sure enough the chair let out a loud screech as he sat down. He quickly shuffled through the file full of paper and set it off to the side. He clasped his hands together and gave me a smile.
"(Y/N)... Thank you so much for meeting me." He spoke, his voice a little raspy; being a smoker. I let out a little laugh, either from nervousness or because I was happy my boredom had ended since he came into the room.
"It's no problem sir, but what is this all about?" I asked tilting my head as I felt my heart skip a beat. He cleared his throat and gave me a small smile, but his face became more serious by the second.
"(Y/N) you know that you have zero club time right? You need four quarters of that and to be caught up you need to take a club the whole year." My heart which was pounding relaxed as my punishment I thought I was getting wasn't that bad. But I had been such an idiot to forger all about clubs. I facepalmed and sighed. "Look (Y/N), I have a list here of the clubs that are open. You can take this through the whole year." He handed me a sheet full of options and electives I could take. Most of the fun ones like Art, Music and even Sports were taken or already starting prohibiting anyone from joining. The only other classes or clubs open was summer school and extra math class, but that's when I noticed the very last option on the list. It was titled 'EPOCh: The School's Hotlline' . This sparked my interest, so I read the description that came next to it.
That said, 'EPOCh Stands for Establishing Postivity Om Children (in) Hayle. Our job is to work in the EPOCH room during study halls and sometimes after school to take calls from students who need to talk to someone, so that is why we have our hotline.' I tapped the EPOCH option, and Mr. Owen smiled.
"Okay (Y/N), I will let the club leader no right away, stay here." Mr. Owen walked out of the room, and after what seemed like forever of waiting, he finally came back into the room. "The club leader is named Ace and he will be expecting you the next time you have a study hall block. He said all you need is a positive attitude." I let out a sigh. This type of guy? I agreed to the terms with cringe in my voice, but in the end I would have to show up after two classes.
My classes flew by, and before I knew it I stood in front of a door that had a gold label on it titled 'EPOCH'. I sighed and opened the door to expect a few students, but there was 15 or so students sitting at desks with mac books talking through a head set. On the other side of the room, there was a big white board that held tips and tricks in various subjects. The area's where the students talked through head sets was raised up more than the floor with the white board, and you had to walk down a fleet of stairs to reach the white board. As I passed the students at their desks, I noticed each desk had various decorations placed on each one, some family photo's, some knick knacks, and others just paper. There where more posters on the top floor on quotes about depression and other issues than on the bottom, guessing to give reminders to people talking to other students. I walked down the stairs to find desks, couches, sofa's and a table dedicated to food. I was in awe. Before I could even glance around anymore a girl from the top floor shouted down to a person walking past the white board.
"Hey Ace I am heading out!" The girl waited for the man to turn his head, and then signal her to go. When he did, she bolted out the door. I slowly turned my head around to see a boy with curly hair and glasses turning himself to the white board and writing something down. I walked up to him slowly and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and faced me with a smile.
"Hey I'm (Y/N), the newbie." His face lit up.
"Oh hi! Welcome to EPOCH! Before you say anything about it, yes I know it seems like we went overboard on our club room, but EPOCH isn't just for calls, sometimes if really bad people come and talk to us in person." Ace said, his voice sounding like a vanilla character. I let out a laugh.
"Haha, it's fine. I wasn't going to mention anything. I'm just here to work."
"Oh, yeah um, sorry! Come with me!" He starts walking up the stairs, and in the corner of the upstairs is an empty desk. "Here you are! This is your desk. You will be working here from now on. Hold on while I get your school provided equipment." I sigh and watch as he disappears downstairs, and the reappears with a mac book and a head set in his hands. He places it on my desk and turns on the Mac Book. He opens the program we use called 'Take A Call'. He gives me the ropes, noting to complicated. You can scroll the internet until you get a call, then talk to the person. That's about it. After that, Ace disappears down stairs, and I awkwardly sit down in my chair. I open up my mac book and wait for a call. I don't get any right away, so I scroll tumblr. After a good 30 minutes of scrolling my headset gives out a ring, and I take the call.
It's a girl talking about how she lost her best friend and how she needs help getting over her. It is boring and dramatic, but I solve her problem. After the first day, two weeks go by. I am either answering dramatic calls or hanging up posters around the school with a number.
Today was like everyday. I make my way down to EPOCH after my classes are done, and take a seat in my desk after greeting Ace. I browse tumblr, youtube and even play a it of slither.io. It isn't until 45 minutes in that I get a call. I answer it.
"Hello my name is (Y/N), how may I help you today?" I ask cheerfully.
"Hi, um my name is uh Calvin and I am just bored. Wanna talk?" For some reason I start to smile. the sound of his voice doesn't sound like he is crying or anything, not even upset, but somewhat happy!
"Yes!" I reply a little to excited, then noticing my mistake, change my tone of voice. "I mean sure."
He clears his throat. "So, you like memes?"
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Epoch - {Leafyishere x Reader}
Fanfiction"I am a straight A student in my high school; who live in a small town called Hayle, but there is just one problem. In my school everyone is required to join a club one quarter of the year, and by the end of the year you should have 4 quarters wort...
