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96. James- The Hate U Give

(Requested)

oof not the actual book, the original book is so much better

for this oneshot

it's centered around the epitome of all bully themed thing

aka bullies become friends

Also! Sort of an AU when you meet an old love.

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"I know you're mad and frustrated, but can we talk it out?" I tried to reason with him. I knew what he was going through. I understood him, and yet he blocks things out. He's looking through a keyhole when I'm holding the door open for him. There are just so many opportunities out there but he refuses. Time and time again it's always his way. I doesn't matter if he's the bad guy, what he thinks is right is that other people have to suffer because he did.

But if it's at the expense of my pride, so be it. I was willing to give up everything for him.

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I became a Special Ed Teacher. I dropped out of the Garrison and started to pursue something better to me. I was an anti-bullying specialist and helped talk throughout the world about how you can or could handle certain people. But even though I had this, one question still lingered:

How is James?

I had still wondered about that brunette who was always so special to me. I didn't keep in contact with him after I left. That was one regret. But somehow the students I taught helped to mend that hole. They were the smartest, happiest people that I had ever met, despite being in their condition.

I walked into my classroom one day and smiled, greeting everyone in the room.

"Alright class, today is job day! We will have special people from around here, with different occupations come and present themselves. We will also have people from different spectrums come here as well!" The whole class cheered and clapped, giggling and grinning at the thought of being able to see what it was like experiencing different jobs.

The first person who came in was a policeman, then a designer, a writer, and a scientist. The stories and questions, then answers continued on for hours.

"Now please welcome our final guest, Commander Iverson from the Galaxy Garrison. He's a senior officer of the establishment and teaches cadets to pilot." I looked at the door as he came marching in, a few people with helmets walking behind him in perfect lines. Those must be the MFE Pilots. I've heard a lot about them on the news.

"Hello everyone," he greeted, waving and smiling lightly at me. I smiled back, looking at the class. Their expression were flawless, pure childhood joy captured in each individual face. Eyes wide, mouths slightly open. I remember when I was like that.

"I am Commander Iverson of the Galaxy Garrison, where we train our students to become the best interstellar pilots the world has ever known." Greener, one of my students, raised his hand. Iverson nodded towards him.

"Who are those people?" he warbled, pointing a finger towards the four masked ex-cadets. The Commander nodded and grinned, glancing at them and motioned for them to take their helmets off. I curiously held up my notepad and looked through the names one more time.

James, Ina, Nadiya, and Ryan. My eyebrows were furrowed, trying to remember the last three names.

"Officers, this is Professor (Y/N). They teach this class and run a campaign for specials needs kids." I looked up and locked eyes with these pools of brown.