Lydon's POV
"So who here can tell me who Alexander Hamilton was?" Mrs. Lask, our History teacher ask the class.
I immediately raised my hand along with half the class, all of us thinking the same thing. Hamilton the musical.
"I know what your all thinking," Mrs. Lask says as she starts playing the first track of Hamilton and the whole class starts singing.
"How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore an-" we are interrupted when our principal, Ms. Kason, walks in.
Perfect timing if I do say so my self.
"Mrs. Lask, I do hope that your teaching these kids actual History and not just colorful language," she says to the teacher with a pointed look.
"C' mon, just because you can't get laid doesn't mean that you can take it out on Mrs. Lask!" A kid says. I don't know his name but he looks like Waldo from Where's Waldo, so I am calling him Waldo from now on.
"Mr. Walson," Miss Trunchbull starts. "If you don't shut up right now you will have detention for the rest of the week."
He rolls his eyes but shuts up nevertheless.
"Now, Mrs. Lask, I need you to take my place as a Chaperone for Homecoming. That means that you will be the only teacher there. Do NOT let the kids get into any funny business. You are their teacher, not their friend."
"But she could be. I mean with her being only 24, we are all 17 and 18, so that's only a-" Nate pauses as he tries to do the math. "6 to 7-year difference. My parents have a bigger age gap than that."
"Mr. Loftus, this is History, not Math." Ms. Kason scolds.
"Hey, cut him some slack. 1. He got it right, and 2. He actually did math." I defend him.
"Detention," Trunchbull says. "Mr. Walson, Mr. Loftus, and Miss Fairland."
Is this bitch serious? I didn't do anything wrong!
"WHAT DID I DO?" I yelled at her.
"Well you just yell at me and you interrupted me." She tells me.
"Okay, listen here woman! I only yelled at you because you were frustrating me because I did nothing wrong! And I only interrupted you because I was defending someone! You came in here and act like everyone is terrible. You give all the good students detention and yet you don't even glance at the fight that happened this morning!"
"A month."
"What?" I ask confused.
"You just got yourself a month's worth of detention." Then she walks out of the classroom.
At this point, I'm fuming.
But then Mrs. Lask puts a chocolate bar on my desk.
I hope every school has a Mrs. Lask.
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Lunch was hectic.
The first thing you saw when you stepped in was football players hooting and cheering as Michael, our receiver, making out with Stacey, our cheer captain.
Then, in the middle of the lunchroom, Sam Millfield, a cute nerd. was asking out Harper Anderson, our Valedictorian.
In the lunchline, everyone was yelling at everyone for taking multiple oreo shakes.
And lastly, you look outside and see a few football players chasing one another and cheerleaders trying to practice without our captain.
"Since when do we practice at lunch?" Abby asks me.
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In The Middle Of The Night
Teen FictionLydon Fairland is the girl everybody expects to stay up late studying and worrying over if she will pass the test even though everyone knows she will. Everyone sees her as the girl who always has her nose in a book, who can make your head spin with...
