It was the start of a new week, a new teacher arriving to your school, catching you by surprise because it was none other than Sarah Paulson. You were 17, lived with your parents, whom you rarely saw, and worked at a little coffee shop in the town...
I stick my hands into the pockets of my jacket, walking outside and to my vehicle. It was 7:30, a beautiful Monday morning, birds chirping and a soft, cold winter breeze running through the air. Soft white snowflakes ran from the sky, coating the ground and trees. After getting in my car and starting it, I pulled away from my driveway, heading down the street towards the school building. It was pretty quiet on the roads, except for cars that were speeding to work or the high-class moms bringing their children to school. I was rushing to get to school as well because, I was late. I did not mind it too much, but that would also mean I'd have to rush when I got there. And I hated rushing
I eventually get to the school, getting to my designated parking spot. I get out of my vehicle, only to hear a quite loud call to me from my backside. I turn to see my best friend, Y/F/N, smiling to me brightly. She comes up hugging me as I hug her. She was shorter then me, short brown/bronze hair, and freckles covering her olive skin with eyes a hazel brown. I grab my black Adidas bag from the passenger side, closing the door and locking my newly remodeled 1967 Ford Mustang. It was a nice car: blue exterior with white Lemans stripes and rocker panel stripes, Shelby body style, new deluxe black interior, and a new V-8 engine. I was a lover of cars, and everyone knew it. I walked towards the big building, looking around at the restorations they've done to the entrance. I get to my locker, grabbing the things I needed and putting my bookbag away. I made sure I had my phone and my AirPods, going into my first class of the day.
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My last hour is the third class of the day. English. I walk into the class, seeing no teacher. People chatted about the popularity and fame of the new teacher. I never paid much mind to it, sitting in the back of the class near the desk of the new teacher. I doodled in my red Five-Star notebook, waiting for the lesson to start when I heard heels clicking on the floor. I look up, seeing a person writing on the board. The lady was small in size, her hair was blonde and had a slight wave. She was about as tall as me, and had a nice figure. Her skin looked a light tanned color against the soft blue blouse she wore, tucked inside of a black skirt, her shoes were black heels, which made a clicking sound everywhere she walked. She looked amazing, but her face remained unknown. Only her back was visible to me, putting the cap back on a black Expo Marker after creating lines on the board to spell out her name. Ms. Paulson.
The woman turned, her brown orbs scanning the room, making small eye contact with my own Y/E/C eyes. I was an ok looking person. I had long wavy Y/H/C hair that complemented my Y/E/C eyes, and stopped right below my breast, I stood at 5'5, and my body was slightly toned with muscle. My shirt was a regular big KISS t-shirt, going down past my ass. I wore black leggings under the shirt and had on some black vans. My hair today was tied in its usual messy bun. My face had little to no makeup on. She look me over, then rose her voice at the students who wouldn't shush up.
"Now, I'm Ms. Paulson." She started to speak, handing out papers. "I expect nothing but hard work and respect. You are seniors. You act like adults in my class. Any misbehaving can be directed towards Mr. Allen. Do I make myself clear?"
Everyone just nodded, a pleased look on Ms. Paulson's face. I didn't even realize she was standing at my desk, causing me to be a little startled since I was staring to the board. Ms. Paulson. Such a beautiful name. Hell, such a beautiful woman, and by far my favorite actress. I look to her shyly as she lowly huffs under her breath.
"I expect everyone to pay attention in my class. Do as your told, answer when you are called on. Do I make myself clear?" She spoke, walking to the front of the class again.
Everyone again nodded, looking down to the paper assigned. It was a paper for her to know a little bit about each and every one of us. Quite frankly, I don't see why teachers do this. Their just here to teach and get money, not to know us. I grab my pencil out of my bag, thinking as I read over the papers. It was the normal survey papers, with questions like What's your favorite movie, What's your favorite television series, What's your favorite book, and so on. I filled out the best I could, the questions were fairly easy as I smiled to myself. I stood up, seeing that I have finished all the questions, I stand and go to Ms. Paulson's desk. I fling the paper into the turn-in as it slides out, sliding onto the desk in front of her. She glances, taking the paper as she grits her teeth slightly.
"So, just throwing stuff around now are we?" She crosses her arms as she looks to where I'm now standing frozen.
I shake my head as I bite my lip, thinking over my words before I speak. "I simply meant to toss the papers into the bin, they were never meant to slide out like that."
She just gave me a glare as I returned quickly to my desk, not daring to look back. After what seems to be hours, finally the bell rang, signifying that it was time for me to leave. I sighed as I waited for the bell to ring, desperate to be out of that classroom. After what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang. Everyone rushed out as I looked frantically through my bag, searching for my keys. I grabbed them, scurrying out the door as I heard her raspy yet slight calm voice.
" And next time Miss. Y/N . You better think before you act"
