Strange - DHMIS au

Strange - DHMIS au

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Mr. Red liked to think he was a good enough teacher. His class turned out decent grades, participated when he needed them to, and usually didn't speak out of turn, which was something hard to achieve with primary school kids. But recently, one child had started to worry him. The normally happy and curious boy's grades started to drop in his weekly tests, and he saw him more often than not sitting out of games at recess. He had ruled out bullying, as the other kids would offer to play with him all the time, so he was beginning to wonder what had happened. And when the boy stopped turning in his homework, he couldn't let it go without some clarity. So he organised a meeting with the kid's parents. What could go wrong? (Cover art is mine and how I imagine the characters look in this story!)
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***Completed: I had written out a wedding scene but didn't feel like finishing it*** You stood with your back against the lamp post, trying not to break down in the middle of the street. Based on how dark it was out, it was probably around three in the morning- nobody would be able to see if you started crying. But it didn't matter to you. Because Greasers don't cry. They're not supposed to- it doesn't meet their personality, their stereotype. "You okay, kid?" You could recognize the voice who asked those three simple, infuriating words. You kept your head down and balled your fists, wishing that he would get the hint that you didn't want to talk. "Go away, Winston." "Come on, kid, I just want to make sure that you're okay." You could feel him place a hand on your shoulder- a gentle touch that gave a sense of genuine care. "Like hell you do," you reply, shrugging your shoulder so that his hand fell away. "None of you dumbass Greasers care about nothing but girls and cars and smoking pot behind the cops' backs. You guys are self-centered, righteous assholes. I can see why the Socs hate you losers so fucking much."

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