New school, new start || Baldi x reader

Chapter six

       As the bell rang out in your ears, you hastily jumped out of your seat and  exclaimed "W-WELL, Wouldn't you look at the time! Welp,gottogo,Bye!" You scurried away not willing to look back. 

       You cringed at your actions as you rushed to your class, when you finally made it you looked around the new environment. The first thing you noticed was that Fredrick didn't have this class! Thank geezwax! However, Bully and the kid that was apparently named 'ArtsnCrafters' did have the same 3rd period. 

       After accessing your surroundings your eyes wandered to the teacher. She was somewhere in her 30s, she had long blonde hair, and she wore a white sweatshirt that had 'S N O O P' printed on it with bold letters. You sat down and only then did you realize the bizarre smell emitting from somewhere in the small room. You searched the classroom, and spotted the teacher smoking...something... it didn't seem like a cigarette...

'Is that... weed?'  You questioned to yourself.

      Suddenly the teacher stood up and strode to the front of the room. 

   "Okay, kiddos.... I'm not really feeling up to teaching today. So, just, I don't know, write a poem and recite it so I can say I taught you..." She suggested tiredly. 

         You looked towards ArtsnCrafters to see him looking at her agitatedly. It was clear he wasn't going in the front of the class again in a long time. Bully just looked at her as if she'd talked in a completely different langue. He wasn't going to participate either. 

      'Sigh, I guess it's up to me to create a sensational piece of literature '

    You put you're pen to paper. Then it hit you...

       'What am I going to write!?'

   You sat there, writers block consuming you. ((Haha, relatable.)) Then, you began thinking of things that inspire you. Fear, anger, pain, love? Ah, there's the inspiration. You've felt all of these so, so many times. You began writing...

                                                                                Dilemmas

                                                                                                By Y/n L/n 

                                                                              What should you do, when you try so hard but nothing  you do is to any avail? Give up? Fail. 'Get help! Scream!' 'Yeah, go ahead, in your dreams. How will they help you out?'  I don't know what to do! ... cry and pout? Wait! I know I'll run away. See? What did I say? I knew you'd give up. It's not giving up! I'm just trying to let myself breathe! Maybe, maybe you'll be able to see. Be able to understand. Maybe, just maybe, someone here will lend a hand. 

            You looked at your poem, and smiled. You hopped to the front of the classroom and recited it without messing up on your words, and adding as much emotion as you could muster. The teacher (who still has not given her name yet) simply gave you a thumbs up, and the bell rung. 

     Well, I guess you'll be able to keep this...