part iv

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haider - - -

the bell rings but i dont care, its also raining but who cares. boys hide from rain. men keep training

"TOO SLOW" i yell at the year 7s "YOURE ALL SHIT"

i blow my whistle and send them to class. theyre too bad to play soccer honestly. except my one favourite student

"taha you wait here i want to talk to you"

"yes mr jalal sir"

"good job my little kitten you make me proud. go to class"

he purrs as i pat his head and runs off

suddenly i see something weird at the fence. its a girl jumping into the oval holding a lot of maccas.

im a busy important man i dont need this kind of stress in my life. whatever i guess this is my job so i start walking over

"OI" i say and blow my whistle as loud as i can "OI YOU GIRL STOP" ffs its a white girl i hate those dumb bhenchods

she stops obviously scared and intimidated at my deep manly voice. when i get to her tho my mood instantly changes. my second favourite student how wonderful

"hey little white girl what are you doing jigging huh"

"sorry sir do you want some maccas" nicola says "this frozen coke was meant to be dayus but he doesnt need it"

"yes i do i also want to see you after school for detention jigging is wrong"

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