Their Teacher

Icecream Hangover

The next morning was well, like any Friday morning when I'm on that.

Getting your period stinks. For lots of people it's not so bad, but for me, it's like all hell has just broke loose, and it only takes seven very long, agonizing days.

And it's also not fair that us girls have to go through this shit while the guys barely have anything happen to them.

All that ever happens to them is that they go through puberty more than us, and the thingy that girls happen to like so much

*cough* Ashley Roberts *cough* (Yes, I had finally learned one of the sluts names)

I would take my voice cracking for years if it meant I could get off this stupid thing.

Maybe I didn't want to be a girl, maybe I wanted to be a fat, fluffy duck. Or a turtle, because turtles are amazing!

I slowly got up, cleaning all the icecream off of me, and trudged my way into my bathroom, stripping off and hopping into the warm water.

I quickly did my shower routine and hopped right back out wrapping a towel around me.

I don't think you people want to know what I do in the shower. Or do you?.... Nah, just kidding.

After finding the perfect outfit, (or whatever you'd call my outfit, because I don't have a very good sense of fashion, I just go with whatever I want),

I slipped on my combat boots and was out the door. I honestly have no fucking clue how I didn't fall onto my bed, and fall asleep for hours, waking up at 2:00 p.m, then deciding it was already to late to go.

That's what I normally did when I was in high school.

I quickly stopped at Starbucks, yelling at the people in front of me to hurry the hell up and to get the fuck out of line because other people need to order, ordering a cotton candy frappacino, then driving off towards my horrid job.

Well, I guess my job could be worse, I mean think about the person who puts sex toys on shelves for a living, and with a straight face!

Yeah, I should probably shut up before I give you all nightmares with my dirty mind.

I DON'T HAVE A DIRTY MIND, I JUST HAVE A SEXY IMAGINATION!!

After quietly arriving at school, I did the usual, looking for my classroom for about ten minutes, then figuring out I'm late.

And by 'quietly', I mean belting out the lyrics to songs I like, doing a drumroll on my steering wheel.

Before I could step into the class and say hello to all the people I dislike, someone grabbed me, turning me around to face them.

For some reason, I thought it was going to be Harry, but it turned out to be the principal. Shit....

"Am I in trouble?" I questioned, looking down shamefully for what reason, I have no clue. I didn't even do anything wrong, besides be late for everyday for the past three or four days!

"No, I just wanted to say that you're going to have to teach them about sex-ed, and make them do a project about it." The principal told me, making me mentally gag. I didn't want to know about this stuff, let alone teach it, and hear high schoolers who have probably done it more than once present it to me!

"Alright." I grunted, making my way back to the classroom and slamming the door behind me angrily, only to have my head pound in pain.

"What the fuck!" I screeched, falling onto my knees as I clutched my forehead, hoping that would help the pain to go away.