Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 41

"As you all know, your short stories are due today, so please hand them in at the front," Professor Seven started, placing his suitcase on his front table. "If you don't hand it in now, you have until three o'clock to hand it in, or else it's a zero. And, you won't be able to participate in the class film your friends and I are directing." He ran his hand through his red locks, adjusting his black and yellow glasses as well.

"Wait, Sir, what do you mean class film?" A student asked while the few of us, including Rachel and I went up to hand in our short stories. Even though my story is one of those post apocalypse stories, I put my won twist to it, and well, I hope Professor Seven sees that.

"Ah, well, a few blocks from here there was a movie shooting for am upcoming movie, and I asked if my students could help in directing. The director kindly said yes, thus us having our first "felid trip" three weeks from now." The class cheered, but not so loud. I was actually excited myself because it would be my first time directing something. And maybe this little something would lead into something big. A big smile formed on my face just because of the though.

"Mr. Jones!" The teacher exclamed suddenly, starling him and the others around him who were still half asleep. "How come I don't see you up here, handing in your work?"

"I didn't do it Sir." He repiled. The older man chuckled, leaned against his desk and took off his glasses and started to play with the legs. That means something's not right. The class minimized their talking.

"I'm like, what? Ten, fifteen years older than you, and I was in your exact same spot when I used to come to this school. But they did not like it, not one bit." He said with a forced smile. In a flash, that smile was nothing but a figment of our imagination. Only two or three weeks in, and we learned that Mr. Seven is no joke. He's a flat out perfectionist when it comes to work and how efficient it's done, but other than that, he's pretty chill and laid back.

"You better get your act together before it's off with your head." Mr. Seven put back on his glasses, and continued to focus on the people who actually did their work.

"That's all?" He looked at the pile of short stories, not pleased with how much there is. "There's like five of them here. If it's not here, three o'clock. Anways," He somewhat threw the stack of papers back onto his table. "Now that we're done with the short stories, we'll begin to look on how these stories come to life. Someone give me the plot to their story.......Ashely, what's your story about?"

"It's about two mental asylum patients who try to get out." The girl at the front replied. A smirk grew on his face, that's how you know that this is going to be a epic lesson, and should be taking notes. Instantly, Rachel and I took out our notepads and was prepared on the information that he was about to shoot at us.

-----Time Skip brought to you by dis boi that I weirdly love

(Please, someone tell me the reason why I stan these fools....)

"Umm, Mr. Seven?" I called while I grabbed my things from my table, and walked up to his desk. He turned around to face me with raised eyebrows. "I need to you clarify something for me, please."

"Enlighten me on what you need help on, Ms. (L/N)," He repiled with a fake, but pretty good British accent. I chuckled with him. "But no, what's up?"

"You said that when you're recoding something, you're supposed to put a peice of you? Please explain." The older man smirked at took my notepad, which I was showing him, and flipped though the notes.

"You really listen, (Y/N). And all this time, I thought you slept through my classes." I laughed.

"I'm not that bad of a student. Well, at least twenty five percent of me isn't." We both shared a laugh.

"Putting a peice of you in the movie is like putting your watermark on a peice of art. Whether it's a catchphrase, or a refrence in the film, there always has to be a peice of you in it." I nodded along as he got more into depth.

"But this whole thing for a different lesson for a different day, so don't worry about it and just focus on the work assigned." I nodded with a smile on my face.

"Thanks Sir." I said before leaving the bulding, seeing that Rachel, Andrea and Jayden are wating for me. Once I got there, we started to walk to the restaurant, which I'm working at just for the school year. They asked me why I was happy, but I told them not to worry about it.

Sudden, a body came running into me, knocking me down. I rubbed the back of my head since I landed hard on it. I looked back up to see the person who bumped into me, and it was Craig.

"Craig?" I asked, trying to push him off me. The other three helps me get back onto my two feet.

"Ah, sorry (Y/N), I'm being chased by some peopl-" He couldn't finish his thought since he was already running again, followed by three sophomores. I shook it off and continued to walk with the three.

"Who is that, (Y/N)?" Andrea questioned.

"Just a guy I used to work with in L.A."

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"Hey hey hey (Y/N)!" I heard Signe yell through the phone. It was a bit early to call them, but tonight's the first night of the Student Wars, and if I call them after the wars, they would be asleep. I wonder how they're still awake even though it's like three in the morining there.

"Hey guys, how come you're not asleep yet?" I asked while chuckling.

"Everyone else is sleeping, but I'm wide awake~" She repiled. "I also had a lot of coffee to keep me awake and hyper." I sighed in defeat. These people are going to be the death of me.

"But I also stayed awake to call you." A small smile appeared on my face. That was nice of her to do so.

"Thanks. So, what's up? What's poppin' back in L.A?

"Nothing much, but I have a question to ask you, (Y/N)." Curious, I told you to contiune. "Did you know that Tasha's in rehab?" My eyes went big.

"Come again?"

"Tasha's in a rehabilitation center near where her and her boyfriend live. Did you check her in or something?" Does this have to tie in with how she looked on Thanksgiving? What happened to her?

"No, why? What happened?"

"Ok, this is only between me and you, but she's in there because of the use of cocaine." Now, I'm really suprised. Tasha used drugs? Why? When? "And apparently, she was selling her body to make money. And she had a "speical client"."

"Holy shit..." I gasped. I never knew that was the reason she was barley home. "What got into her?"

"I don't know, but I'm scared for her now."

"Wait, Signe, how do you know all this? Did you go to rehab?" There was a moment of silence.

"Gotta go, love ya, bye!" She said quickly and hanged up. I rolled my eyes and continued to get ready for tonight's event.