Hey guys!
So here is the next chapter.
How are you guys liking them so far? Thoughts?
Love, Mia
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Today is Wednesday. I am bored as shit as I sit in my third period class. The teacher is talking about something that has been going on in a different country; and I am starting to drift off into a wonderland of sleep.
"Miss Taylor is my class boring you?" the teacher snaps from the front of the room. My head slowly turns in his direction. What was his name again? Barns, Able, Ben?
"Considering I was falling asleep in this class, yes. I would say your class is exceptionally boring." he crosses his arms over his chest and frowns at me.
"Oh, and what do you suggest I do in order to keep my students from falling asleep." I can hear in his voice that he doesn't expect me to actually reply. I smirk and turn more fully in my chair to face him.
"Well you might want to start with a makeover, no one is going to want to look at their teacher for fifty minutes if he looks like he just grabbed a pair of old clothes from the trash bin; and put them on while jogging to work. The smell, and pit stains are getting too hard to handle." his eyes widen, and then set in a glare directed right at me. I stand up from my desk, and sit on the top of it.
"Next I would find some topics to teach about that aren't so boring. Nobody cares about what you are teaching, not even the people in-" I look to a kid next to me.
"Where was he talking about?"
"Vietnam." he chuckles. I nod my head.
"Not even the people in Vietnam care about this topic, seriously. You need to find some real material to talk about in a social issues class. I mean, instead of talking about the poor fish in a random country we could talk about things closer to us. Talk about something that the class could give input on, like why Mary over there has more freckles than the entire school combined." I point to a girl across the class whose body was covered in red spots. Mary just rolls her eye;, being used to the teasing.
"And how about James; he has probably fucked more girls in his time in high school than you have in your entire life, even though I doubt that would be a very hard number to beat." I shrug.
"Thank you, miss Taylor. I think that is enough." the Teacher slightly yells. I look over at James; his face turning red as he glares daggers at me. I wink at him, and hop off of my desk.
"But Mr.... what is your name again?"I ask, he rolls his eyes.
"I think you can learn that later, in detention." I chuckle.
"I don't think I can do that tonight, how does tomorrow sound? No, I'm busy then too. Oh well, looks like we will just have to cancel." I tap my chin, and smile sweetly at the man glaring at me.
"Take your seat miss Taylor, and see me after class." I turn around and sit in my desk.
"I can't do that either." I say, placing my legs on the kids desk next to me, she shuffles her papers away from my shoes.
"And why might that be, miss Taylor?" the teacher rolls his eyes.
"I am fucking starving, and girl has to eat." I smile as the bell rings. I stand up as the class packs away their things.
"Well, that's our cue. See you, teacher man." I strut out of the class, leaving him calling my name behind me.
I chuckle to myself as I walk down the hall. I pass the cafeteria roaring with voices.
