Their Teacher

Monday Morning and Afternoons

My alarm went off. Signaling that it was, officially Monday, the starting to a long, dreadful week. Also the day I have to get Jake to talk to Ashley about the no-no stuff. Ugh, today is going to be horrid.

Groggily, I got up and walked to my closet, and took the first thing I saw, a Sleeping with Sirens band tee and skinny jeans. Even though I'm full of light and bubbles doesn't mean I can't listen to their music, they're quite good if you ask me.

But you probably shouldn't, because then I'd lecture you, and become a crazy fan, then obsess about other bands I like and force you to listen to them, and nobody wants that to happen.

I quickly pulled on my clothing, grabbing a pair of fuzzy socks and putting them on before I shoved my purple Nikes on. I love Nikes, but I have no idea why. It's probably their amazing colours.

Not bothering to do anything with my hair, I just pulled it up into a lazy bun, and grabbed my phone, making my way down stairs for the most important meal of the day, breakfast.

I grabbed an apple, because today, I'm going to try not to be late, and so that means trying to be as quick as possible, and apples are quick. I think.

I poured Professor McFluffy's food into her dish, filling her water bowl back up with well, water, then sprinted myself off to the door, grabbing my bag in the process. Once I got outside, the sky was still pretty dark, but I didn't take that to mind, as I had a mission to do!

I drove to Starbucks first, since I still had some time before I would be late, and ordered my favorite drink, then drove off to the horrid school.

Why did I even choose to be a teacher? Oh yeah, it's because I have no talents or skills.

I parked my beautiful baby in the car parking lot, and got out, walking tiredly to my classroom, only tripping about twice, which is a new world record, for me at least.

Sighing, I sat in my chair, spinning around a couple times before stopping and checking the clock to see what time it is. The minute hand read '28' and the hour hand read, wait no, that can't be right. I quickly took out my phone, and pressed the 'on' button, the time flashing in big, bold letters.

It's only 5:30. I swear I'm going to kill whoever did this. That's what I get for trying not to be late.

Groaning, I took out my earphones and plugged them into my phone, hitting 'shuffle' on my music playlist. As the music played, my eyes started to get droopy, and so I closed them, hoping to get at least a bit of sleep before the students start piling in.

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Two hours. That's how long I've been up since I got here. It's currently 7:18 and my students should be pulling into the school any time now. But, since my mind hates me, it chose this moment to be the most tired it's been since I woke up.

I could've been like a normal person and went up to the principal and told him I had to leave because I didn't get enough sleep, but instead I decided to be a stupid idiot and stay seated as the sound of teenagers was heard from outside the room.

A few minutes later, the first of many teens walked into the room, telling me that this long day was about to start.

One after another, the teens kept walking in, looking more surprised than the ones before them to see me, actually on time. Yeah like two hours before on time. This is why I don't like people.

"I'm on time, get over it!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at their peasantness. One day, these all will be words, and I'll be a billionaire for coming up with them. I will be the ruler of the peasant world.