New school, new start || Baldi x reader

Chapter seven

            You wandered to fourth period, Recent history. 'I wonder why it's Recent history and not just history...'  You folded your paper and placed it in your pocket. Once you found your way to the classroom. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the teacher. He was a shooter man with black hair. He was wearing a... tinfoil hat... oh boy. You were paying so much attention to the odd teacher you didn't notice where you were sitting... or who you were sitting beside...

      "Oh! Fancy seeing you here, Y/n." Fredrick smiled brightly, but his eyes showed he was genuinely surprised. 

           You cringed once you noticed what had happened. You looked and him distraughtly. He cocked his head to the side and gave you a questioning glance. Psh as if he doesn't know what he did! 'Or maybe it was just that meaningless to him'.   

            The odd teacher stood up and shakily introduced himself, "Gooday...children...small...impressionable children..." 

             'Child? I'm like a teenager!' 

            "Anyway... you will address me as Mr Smith." Mr Smith commanded. "You may also ask yourself  'Gee wilikers, why isn't this a quote on quote normal history or social studies class?' Well, that's because, history lies." 

          'Oh good.'  

           He rambled the entire class period about how the Illuminati wrote all history books, and that's why he doesn't let you read them. He also mentioned that all your class will be is watching the news, and writing down every single word they say. It's safe to say this'll be the worst class. 

          You ran back to homeroom, mainly to avoid Fredrick. "No running in the halls" Said a monotone voice out of nowhere. You looked around frantically, only to see some thirty year old with brown hair, a grey collared shirt, and bags under his eyes. 'Who is that..?' 

         He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to a school faculty room. 'Oh, must be the principal...'  "Thirty seconds in detention."

        "Really? Only thirty seconds?" 

        He wagged his finger and said, "No talking in detention. 45 seconds" 

. . . 

        In almost no time at all, you walked back to homeroom. Once you got inside you walked swiftly to Mr Baldi. "I-I'm sorry I'm late, sir! I-I got detention for running, and, and-" "Y/n, it's the first day. You're fine. Get your things together before the bell rings." He cut you off. You nodded and put your backpack on. 

        BRIIINNNGG   The bell... you walked outside, barely making your way though the sea of students. You made your way to the bus, and despite the screaming children, and bus driver, it was a very pleasant ride. 

     "How was your first day?" Your mother asked compassionately from the kitchen. You hesitated for a moment. 

   "I have a feeling this is going to be a good year."

((Heyo! It's the end of the first day! :D and can I just thank you SO MUCH for all the support?! 3.4K reads! It hasn't even been a week! Also... I know there's been an update, but I'm not sure if I'll add everything in it... anywho thank you so so SO much! I love you all platonically, and have a fan-flipping-tastic day!))