Just A Ghost [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter NineeniN retpahC

Hiya! How are you? Good? Shitty? Both? Is that possible? I don't know what I'm talking about. The last chapter was supposed to have this huge motivational thing about suicide and stuff but it turned out to be a happy chapter so all that motivationalism had to be deleted. Oh whale. Be active please my lovelies. vote, comment, share, etc. etc. It really motivates me to update earlier

Alsooooo~ this chapter dabbles a bit in mental illnesses, as it helps to be aware y'know? If you bully any disabled kids/adults/people in general, stop reading/unfollow me immediately. I wish to not be affiliated with any sort of bullying especially which concerns mental or physical disabilities.

Chapter Progress: slightly edited 

Media: Lostmyhead by the 1975 - oh my gurd I honestly love listening to the 1975 when I write because the whole time I'm just like *deep breath* HELL YEH

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I groan the loudest out of everyone as the bell rings, and I reluctantly put my book away. I tuck it safely in my backpack, and head out for the last class of the day, Chemistry. Erm. I'm not so sure how this is going to go. Ms. Ghafa is one teacher among five that I don't know. I hope it doesn't totally suck.

I walk to the Math/Science wing, too drowsy from reading in such a quiet setting to run. Ms. Inej sounds like such a chill name I'm just gonna be so disappointed if she turns out to be a bitch. 52, 34....who put these rooms in order. Aha! Room 74! I walk in and...yessssssss. I'm so fucking satisfied you don't understand. Everything is in order and has a place. Even the teacher looks orderly, with pin-straight hair, very librarian-like clothing and very calming, graceful facial features. You know those teachers that make even the rowdiest kids sit and listen? I can tell without even speaking to her she's just like that.

Taking a quick look at the board, I head to my assigned seat. Most of the students are seated and are silent or quietly whispering to each other. The whispering immediately ceases when the teacher walks in front of the board. "Hi, I'm going to be your tenth grade Chemistry teacher, Ms. Ghafa, although I'd feel a lot better if you called me Ms. Inej." She spoke with a British accent. "Your curriculum is going to be mostly lined up with your English class, and you're going to be working in groups so I've already assigned what's going to be called your "Blue" groups. Over time, I will adjust said groups based on suggestions and how well I see students working with the people in their groups. I will allow cell phones for research and if you need them for any other reason, please come speak to me first. I do go fairly quickly through lessons, so if anyone feels I'm going too fast, tell me and I will try to slow down." Ms. Inej takes a second to breathe, "Any questions?"

Three hands go up. Ms. Inej checks her clipboard and looks a little scared when she looks at a particular student, "Marority, is it?"

The student chuckles and corrects her, "It's Moriarty ma'am. I was wondering if you were married?" The class kind of chuckles and guffaws which makes no sense. We already know she's not married because she's called miss.

"Um." Ms. Inej makes this kind of "what the fuck is wrong with you kid" face and I hear Moriarty gulp. "If you check your schedules (I love how the British pronounce that) you will see that it does in fact say "Miss Ghafa" which insinuates I'm not married. I am however, engaged and to be married in exactly two months, to those who are interested."

A slow, awkward clap echoes across the room, but am I the only one who thinks she's engaged to Mr. Brekker? Honestly, they'd be the best ship ever like dam.

Ms. Inej points at another student who has their hand raised. "Yes, um," she takes a quick look at the seating chart, "Mr. di Angelo is it? Perseus?"

"Um, yes ma'am. But if you don't mind, would you call me Percy please?" The boy says. I've never heard of him either. How many new kids are there this year?

"Of course," Ms. Inej says, and makes a note in her seating chart. "What's your question, Percy?" she asks when she's done.

"Well, um. What is uhhh. What are you going to do for those kids that can't um, concentrate for long per-periods of time?" Percy asks, slowly getting antsy.

"You mean like ADHD?" Inej asks, her voice taking on a concerned tone.

"Um. Eh sure," Percy surmises.

"Well, if you are acting up or are having any problems at all, I will be sending you home personally, because not enough people are recognizing that our students mental health is more important than their grades. Understand?" Ms. Inej answers with a smile.

Percy beams right back and I feel like I'm really going to like this teacher.