inspired by The Breakfast Club...again
I had no idea what I was signing up for when I signed that application form.
"Now, that seems to be everything..."
I was blissfully unaware of all the shit and the piss to come raining over my excuse of a life just because of that stupid signature at the bottom of that stupid form.
"You'll be shadowing a Mrs Jane Pulmer in 5A until you've completed your certificate."
I left school without a clue in my mind what I wanted to do just that I knew I wanted to leave high school immediately and transfer to another place where they didn't know me and all the mistakes I'd made.
"Hope you know your history!"
I didn't. I had no fucking clue.
"Welcome Miss Y/n, hope your time here at Shermer is long and fulfilling for you!"
I was dismissed in my business skirt and my little fancy blouse and my slouchy cardigan with tufts of curls dangling in my face every few steps I took. Guessing my way through this career that I have assumed to take seemed like a pretty good description of what I was doing. I clutched some blank papers to my chest, ready to be filled with snarky comments from the students or suicide note drafts.
Either way, I was fucked.
Doomed.
I knock on the door, straightening myself out even though the class was almost empty. I hesitated nothing a ginger-haired lady in her late 30s confronting a student with a blush on her cheeks. I followed her gaze to find an older senior smirking at her through his big brown eyes, clothes hanging off him lazily in a fashionable yet dangerous way.
I entered once the tension seemed to clear the air but only slightly.
"You're dismissed Mr Bender," he huffed, eyes lighting up into another personality once seeing myself holding the door open for the student with my back.
I would've returned the brightened complexion if it wasn't for the guy towering over me, musk being fanned into my nostrils by his charm and his smirk making me shorter by the minute.
Composure.
"Y/n! Great to see you, they're not all like that I promise," Jane laughed behind her huge old fashioned frames.
I looked to the door again, frowning at the empty corridor with a face in my mind.
"Well I hope not..."
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I hadn't actually done anything meaningful until the following week with my new title and introduction being enough for both teacher and student. I just sat there, noticing how Jane Pullman's skirts could do with an extra few inches and how her morning coffee always seemed to land on her cream cardigan.
She never cleaned it until someone pointed it out- which certainly wasn't me.
Maybe if I had Karma and the universe would've been in my favour that Thursday, with a sudden outburst into the chilly classroom turning my face permanently white.
"Y/N my kid has thrown up everywhere it's actually disgusting and the school needs me to come to get him immediately. I can't find anyone else to cover, would you?"
A game show timer went off in my head, I looked to all corners for a room hoping for an answer to be written in permanent ink but alas there was nothing! There were timers on my shoulders inching down to ten but she knew from the start that she was aking no question with the desperation and conviction on her face forcing me to agree.
