Their Teacher

It's a Girl Thing

Waking up the next day was not all lollipops and rainbows. in fact, rainbows weren't even included.

I trudged my way to my bathroom, doing the normal routine everyone does, only to notice something different...

I slowly look down, only to reveal something I wish didn't exist. No, not cancer, it's worse!

I'm.

On.

My.

Period!

Oh crap! This day is NOT going to turn out well.

I quickly changed my undergarments, putting on one of those things girls out on to stop dying from blood lose down there....

Before I knew it, I was making my way to school in my car, angrily gripping the wheel. I'm a bit bipolar when I'm on.... it...

I had finally made it to the school building hopping out cheerfully. Like I said, a bit bipolar.

I walked into my classroom like I owned the place. Well I kinda do own the classroom, since it teach in it...

"Hello peasants!" I exclaimed happily, sitting on my desk, in a skirt. I wouldn't be caught dead in a skirt, but here I am, Emilie Thompson, sitting on my desk with my legs crossed as a skirt covered about a quarter of my legs, and it's all because of the girl thing!

"I thought we could do something fun instead of learning about math, or the horrid truth of the mating process." I shuddered at the last part, my voice becoming shaky.

"We're going to do a bit of drama, and maybe even put on a play!" I cheered, jumping up and down ecstatically. It's a good thing my bipolar self didn't make me wear heels.

"Find partners, and start practicing for the roles you want. I will be handing out the scripts in a moment!" I announced, looking around the room for the Little Mermaid scripts.

Yes, we're doing The Little Mermaid. It was one of my favorite Disney movies. It still sorta is.

I plopped one on each desk, seeing my students read the title, some cheering, some grunting, some smirking.

"I'm so getting the part of Ariel, I mean come on, I'm sexy, and they need a sexy girl to play the part." I swear to god, I will never know any of the sluts names. For the rest of the school year I'll probably be calling them The group of girls who need to learn to wear clothes, because honestly, I don't think they own any.

I decided against not saying a snarky comment at her because I don't want to be rude. Who am I kidding? I just don't want to loose my job to a girl who can pull a guy's pants off faster than I can even take off my own.

After awhile of hearing people practice, I decided to put an end to the loud ruckus.

"Alright class, the auditions will be held tomorrow after school. I know it's such a short notice, but I want to see what you can do with such little time." I announced. I may have lied about the whole 'I want to see what you can do with such little time' part. The truth is, I'm just lazy and want this to be over with as soon as possible.

Oh god, I feel so tired now, I need a nap and some hot chocolate, and maybe some more cookies as 'The Heat' plays on the telly. Or Family Guy, either one works.

My class left, leaving me all alone. I can finally take a well deserved nap! I got comfy in my amazing spinny chair, getting reading for sleep to engulf me, but instead I was wide awake. Why does mother nature hate me?!

I was trying to fall asleep for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only about ten minutes. Damn the class will be back soon. After failing miserably to try to fall asleep, I decided it was no use, and to just give up. That's a lesson kids, if at first you don't succeed, don't try again. I learned that from Homer Simpson.