Chapter 5: Idiots

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I dragged my childhood friend through the corridor and into homeroom where he plopped his butt into his chair reluctantly and against his will for he knows I will beat him until he sees stars if he's disobedient. He huffed a huge breath from his lungs as the teacher began her lesson, running on and on about how much literature mattered more to school systems than it does in real-life. Frankly, I disagreed. I know for a fact that writing and literature is a required and necessary tool in the adult life, because, well, adults write a lot more than a normal stupid teacher. It's not like she actually is good at the subject herself.

"Aiko, since you were gone for a while, how about you read the board aloud to the class rather than day-dream all class-period?"

Idiot.

"Yes ma'am... the board reads: 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕?"

Man, was she this motivated to convince us that we won't need the subject outside of our classes? She's an idiot if she thinks such a messily lesson will ever manage to sway my thinking towards a topic such as literature, which I may remind you kept me company during my long hours at the hospital, which shouldn't even be under discussion. She's a teacher, isn't she? Shouldn't she be condoning our excessive usage of literature? Pure idiocy.

"Okay class, please answer the question on a separate sheet of paper and make sure to put your name and date. Aiko, you can just put your first name. Your last name is too long to read."

The class giggled lowly.

"Excuse me?"

"Can't you hear, my dear? I said-"

"I'm aware of what you said."

"Then why act as if you didn't?"

"Because I can't speak foolishness. That's why."

Katsuki looked at me with a swift turn to his head and he kicked my desk as a signal to shut up but I couldn't. She's disrespecting me and I don't like it nor do I appreciate it.

"Aiko, are you calling me stupid?"

"Is that even a question at this point? You're a teacher yet you try and influence us that literature and books and writing won't be required in the adult life when they are. Stop mis-informing us."

"What would a child know about being an adult?"

Everyone went silent and I pursed my lips, clenching onto the handle of the desk beneath me. What would a child know about adult life you say?

"Actually... since you want to be an intellectual and pretend that you weren't freaking informed of my current status and for all of you fellow morons following behind this idiotic teacher, here's an explanation on why I know what it's like to be an adult." I looked at Katsuki for permission to continue with my words, because he knows when it's time to call it quits, but to my surprise, he nodded his head, a signal to continue.

"Some of you may know but my mother disappeared a while ago and only drops by every so often so I grew up with my older sister, Yui. She's in college at the moment and while she cares for me and is registered as my legal guardian, she doesn't live with me and er sé. It's more like she drops by to make sure everything's okay and then leaves. So, for you stupid bitches who continually stare me down with dreadful faces who could honestly be mistaken for a sewage rat, I live by myself and I am registered as emancipated. So, before you tell a student what they are, make sure you actually be up to date to their current issues."

Katsuki's jaw dropped open and he didn't say a word; he simply clapped oh-so-slowly in favor to my words. It was right on time because the bell rang, signaling transmission to the next class. This wouldn't be the best of circumstances to leave off on with a teacher but to be quite honest I didn't care.

"Aiko~!" A voice hummed, "time for our class period together..!"

I turned around as quick as I could imagine, and there he was standing there with his arms embracing my torso. There he was, Jackson, eyeing down Katsuki who was changing into his next class down the hall giving him a death stare. He looked at him with a worried expression before disappearing into the class's dark room.

Man this school is full of idiots.

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