short stories of the fam

one // re-enactment of the classroom scene

third person

word count: 1573

warnings: light smut, swears, game of thrones references, public nudity 

Wed glumly sat down at her desk. Richard had ditched school at lunch for reasons unbeknownst to Wed, but she assumed it had something to do with Tiffany.

It always had something to do with Tiffany.

Sam and his girlfriend, Gilly, came to sit next to Wed. They didn't make an effort to speak to her, since they could tell she was pissed off. Their social studies teacher, Ms. Targaryen, gracefully walked in, closing the door softly behind her. Her white-blonde hair shone in the sunlight, which was streaming through the window, as she sat down at her desk.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Ms. Targaryen greeted, "class has begun. If you would all please turn off your cell phones and put away anything that is distracting-"

She was interrupted by a knock on the door. Ms. Targaryen huffed in annoyance as the door opened to reveal a tall man in his 50's, with greying blonde hair and a bald spot.

A man otherwise known as Mr. Jorah Mormont.

"What do you need, Jorah?" Ms. Targaryen sighed.

"Khaleesi- I mean, Ms. Targaryen, I have mail from your nephew," Jorah said with little authority. He was the secretary, and completely smitten with the blonde social studies teacher. Ms. Targaryen motioned for him to come over and hand her the mail, to which he did so. Jorah was visibly shaking as he handed the blonde lady her mail, and it was painfully obvious the attraction and love he held for her. Now, that would be perfectly acceptable, had she not been in her 20's and he in his 50's.

"You may go," Ms. Targaryen dismissed Jorah with a wave of her hand. He nodded in acknowledgement and hurried from the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

After a few silent moments of Ms. Targaryen reading mail, she stood up, and faced the class. "Today," she introduced, "we will be talking about ISIS."

"You mean the terrorist group, the roman goddess, or the spa/salon?" asked Sam with a frown on his face. Wed had to stifle a laugh.

"The terrorist group," Ms. Targaryen deadpanned.

Sam nodded. "Fair enough," he stated.

"My dad works for ISIS," Benny said with a smile on his face.

"Liar!" Timmy accused.

"Can anyone tell me what areas ISIS has been affecting?" Ms. Targaryen asked, paying no mind to the bickering boys in front of her.

"Oooh! I know!" Brittany said in her awfully annoying voice, raising a tanned and manicured hand high into the air.

Ms. Targaryen looked at her with mild interest. "Yes, Miss Wood?"

"ISIS has been affecting Wednesday's, like, brain. Like, why else would she think that, like, Richard would want her over, like, Tiffany?" Brittany asked, looking at Wed as if she were a wild animal whilst obnoxiously chewing her gum.

Wed sighed.

"Miss Wood. Hallway. Now." Ms. Targaryen snapped. Brittany flipped her hair and walked out the door, Ms. Targaryen following close behind.

JJ wasted no time in going to the front of the room. As soon as the door closed behind Ms. Targaryen, he was on his feet.

"Okay y'all, so I been wonderin, who here thinks dat Tiffany be too gud fow Richard?" he asked.

"To get a piece of dat ass? Me." Stated Benny.

Wed just scoffed. "Tiffany too good for Richard?" she asked incredulously, "more like Richard too good for Tiffany."