My Senior Year (BALDI FANFIC)

Chapter 1: Mister Baldimore

I had just turned 18 before my senior year. I was real excited to get my high schools years over with. Being the class hottie and class nerd was hard to juggle. I got a letter in the mail telling me which classes I would be in as at what times. I was excited, hoping that I would get Mrs. Tadderton other than Mr. Baldimore. But, to my great distaste, I got the latter. How great. Everyone, including teachers talked about how strict he was. He would get angry when students even missed one question on their homework. Lucky for me, math was a breeze, and I have been getting straight A's in math since I was a little kid. I didn't want to be a teacher's pet, but if I didn't want him being pissy with me, might as well be.
When school finally started up, I wore my usual things: hoodie, sweat pants. I didn't want to be the class hottie this year. I don't need all that bullying when I had to deal with one of the toughest teachers of the corporation.
I went through my first day enjoying most of my teachers. My last period came, math with Mr. Baldimore. As soon as we came in, he was already telling us to sit in assigned seats. Jesus Christ he was tall and fucking horrifying. It was like he was a character from some horror game. I got seated in front row with some really bitchy girls. And I was furthest from the door. Could this class be any worse? Once everyone was seated, they still talked, not thinking that Mr. Baldimore would say anything very important. It's just the first day after all.
Then he started up a power point presentation. He quieted the class with a hard hit in his desk with a meterstick. Mr. Baldimore held the meterstick like a bat. He began his presentation, giving a horrible look to any student that spoke out of turn. He lined out what all they would be going through this school year. He told us that he has "simple" homework to see exactly where everyone is to make his job a lot easier. With five minutes left of class, everyone was given this homework.
As he handed me a ten page thick packet, I groaned a bit. I did not want to do this at all. Mr. Baldimore stopped for a moment. He gives me a small dirty look. I shrink to his gaze. He looks as though he'll murder me. I peek inside the packet as he walks away, handing out the rest of the papers. Holy fuck. This shit was some complex stuff. After looking it all over, I should do okay on it. Some of the equations were some shit I haven't learned in school, but on my own time.
The bell rings and everyone leaves the classroom quick. I follow the crowd. Glancing back to the horrifying man I'm supposed to call a teacher, he's giving me that damned glare. I pick up my feet to get out of his sight quickly.
I collect my things at my locker, thinking about his glare. How pissy can one guy get? I haven't even said anything to him yet. I'll prove to him that I'll do well. I'm not like Courtney and her friends. I'm smart damn it!
"Jessie!" Shit. Speak of the devil. I turn to see Courtney coming over. She's already going to taunt me? Of course. "Heeyyy, Jessiiiee." She says in the most annoying tone ever.
"What do you want, Courtney?" I ask. I expect her to spit on me and tell me to do her work.
"Can you do me a little favor?" She gives me a shit eating grin.
"I'm not doing your math packet. It's not even for a grade," I bluntly say, closing my locker. I turn my back to her. Courtney grabs my bag.
"Excuse me? I don't care about that stupid math packet." Now that was a surprise. What the hell could she want from me?
I turn back to her. "Oh. What do you want then?"
Courtney pulls a tampon out of her small purse. "Nothing much. Just keep still." She grabs my head and shoves the tampon up my nose. I cry out in surprise and pain. Courtney and her friends laugh and giggle as they walk off. Jesus fuck does that tampon hurt. I pull it out and on my way out of the school, I throw it away. She's been shoving tampons up my noses since 5th grade. I probably should have expected her to do that.
I got onto the hot, crowded bus. Putting in my earbuds I listened to some music. Finally, I can relax and not have to worry about people bothering me. Our bus driver is strict, so no one can hurt me here. Thanks for the safe place Bobby.
I don't let myself think as I go home. I'd much rather not get all depressed in such a public place. I just focus on the scenery and my music.
Once home, I walked upstairs to my bedroom. My small room was decorated with math themes things. The Mandelbrot set, fractals, and other fun equations I love. I sit at my desk and pull out that math packet. I begin working on it. Each equation takes a lot of time—five minutes at most— to answer. It's tedious, but I work through it all. After I'm done, I check and double check my work. Satisfied that I have aced the assignment, I put it in my bag and flop onto my bed. Christ that took forever. I checked my phone for the time, only 5. My mom and dad should be home by now. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Math wandered through my head. I enjoyed making the equations in my head and solving them. In the middle of this, my math teacher popped up. His horrifying glare. It shouldn't haunt me this much. Fuck. Why the hell would he be so mad about me groaning to *ten pages* of math problems. It's not that big of a deal. I mean, he had to have looked at my grades before I joined his class. He has to know that I breeze through it.
Soon, my mother came up to my room to tell me that dinner was done. I ate my food quietly. My parents didn't ask me about my day. They just spoke among each other about people at work. After dinner, I went back to my bed. I spent the next few hours watching more videos about college math. It was so fascinating. I found myself asleep after watching my seventeenth fractal video.
In the morning, I work at 6 am. I did my usual morning things. 7 am I got on the bus. 7:30 am I got to school. I went through my day with some light bullying from Courtney. Then came math class. On the board it said to put our packets on his desk in the front of the room. Mr. Baldimore was marking attendance as people set their packet down. He gave me a small glare again as I set my packet down. I sat in my assigned seat. I watched the clouds out the window next to me. Was it just in my head that he was giving me those glares? Probably. I wouldn't be surprised. Maybe he thinks I'm stuck up about how good I am at math.
The bell rung. Mr. Baldimore got up and shut the door. He sits back at his desk. "Talk quietly among yourself was while I look over your papers," he says, picking up the stack. I pulled out my small sketchbook and drew out small fractals.
Ten minutes pass and Mr. Baldimore begins the class. He expresses his disappointment in most of the class. Most of the class missed quite a few questions. He eyes Courtney and her friends. They must have done real bad on theirs. After a long lecture of explaining every problem in the packet, I realized how differently he and I did our math problems. I guess he was taught to go the long way. I taught myself the short cuts. Hopefully he doesn't count all my answers wrong for using a different formula.
Class ends and he gives the packets back as we leave the class. He calls my name last to get my packet. I pick up my things and walk up to him, holding out a hand to take the packet. Mr. Baldimore gives me a small smile.
"You didn't miss a single question, Miss Jessie. Good job." He sounds quite earnest. I wasn't expecting this from him.
"Uh.. thanks." I'm not used to getting praise. At all. So this was odd. I got my packet and I left the class. And here I am thinking about his look again. He really must have thought me to be like Courtney. Glad I could prove him wrong. I got my things and went home without running into Courtney. Lucky me.