A/N: This story is something I thought of based on my own experience.. a crush on a teacher. And geez, it's painful. I hope you enjoy. —
Science. Out of all the subjects I could have chosen, I decided to take applied sciences in college. Wow Marcy, you're so punk rock! It seemed like the best option. Ooo College specialises in the sciences due to their newly developed labs, professional equipment and incredible staff. I've always found Science the easiest because c'mon, you get a book, you learn it. Simple.. right? Well, I sure hope so.
I'm one of the oldest students here already, it's the September term and my birthday came along last week. I'm 17 now and I've just got my scooter license, so getting to college is no hassle. I park it up front and clamber off; the science building is literally a minute's walk away. I'm not exactly nervous, just disappointed. None of my friends are nerdy enough to take science, so I'm going to be meeting new people and uhh.. that's not something I'm confident with. I'm not exactly the most optimistic person and I guess people find it hard to get along with me. I walk through the double doors and check the room number. "Y12" It's apparently upstairs. I'm walking up the stairs and the door is literally in front of me. I peek through the window and a couple of students are already inside sat on the benches. But before I notice them, I noticed a flash of pink. Like, the colour, pink. The brightest pink I've ever seen.
I'm turning the door handle.
I raise my hand slightly and give a half smile as I walk in. In the room are metal benches arranged in rows and a desk at the front with a whiteboard and computer. There are also sinks placed around the room, as this is a science lab."Welcome to Science!" said a pink haired girl, far too enthusiastically. I made my way over to a bench on the far right near the wall. I'm going to be relying on you wall, I can lean on you all I want when I'm bored. In a couple of minutes the class is pretty much full up. There's around twenty of us. The pink hair speaks again. "Hello all, once again, welcome to Science. My name is Miss Bonnibel and I'm going to be your teacher for a whole two years. Isn't that exciting?" she giggled after mentioning this. 'Miss Bonnibel'. What kind of a name is that? Seriously? I snorted slightly after witnessing her dorkiness. I put my hand over my face so nobody noticed. She continued with her introduction. "I'm going to come round and speak to you all individually in a second. I think asking you to introduce yourselves to the class is what they used to do in pre-school, and of course, it can stay in pre-school."
She seems pretty chilled. She got a few nods from the class in response. She began making her way around all of us, asking for names and giving out gigantic smiles. I've never seen someone so optimistic and bubbly and.. pink. It's overwhelming and I don't know whether I should feel sick or not. I'm unsure as to whether I can cope with this woman for two years. Suddenly, she appears in front of me. She's crouched down so her arms are leaning on the desk and her face is in line with mine. It's quite patronizing. "Hey, what's your name?" she smiled. "Marceline. Abadeer," I replied. "Marceline.. I've not heard that one before. I like it," she chirped. "So, why did you choose science?" Shit. W-well, that was sudden. I didn't think this would be an interview. In fact, I didn't even expect to speak to my professor, not today anyway. Fudge. "Uhh.. um.." I was stuttering so badly. Oh god, this is so humiliating. I'm just going to lean against the wall and seem like I'm thinking. "It's hard to think of an answer, isn't it? You just enjoy it, don't you?" she interrupted. I nodded in response. "Well, it's nice to meet you Marceline," she flashed her teeth in a huge smile and walked away, ready to attack her next victim with dumb questions.
I was left there pondering. I still have no opinion on this woman. All I know is that she looks far too young to be a teacher, has outrageously bright hair, is outrageously enthusiastic- she's just, outrageous. And I can't decided whether it's a bad or good type of outrageous. — Before long the bell rang. "Oh- you're free to go now! Nice to meet you all and I'll see you tomorrow," she whisked us away with another smile and a rather awkward wave. It reminded me of the wave I did when I entered the room.
"Marceline.. I've not heard that one before. I like it." What the fuck? Why am I thinking of that? I shook my head in order to try and clear my thoughts. Two years of science with Miss "Bonnibel" is something I'm going to have to get used to.