A/N: Hello everyone! While I'm stuck on where to take the next chapter of YOK, I decided to try writing this. I'll only continue if I get feedback, since I'm not sure if you guys will like this. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

I feel the light breeze roll past me as I step out of my car. I grab my backpack and make my way to the library like always. We still have half an hour until class starts, but I like to come early so I can read in silence. There is the slight occasion where I hang out with Shane or Lauren before school, but not too often, as most of the time I get hung up on a book and just have to read some more. I take in the comfortable silence of the Hester High's library. Incase you were wondering, I'm Karma Ashcroft. And yes, I come from a family of hippies. Despite my roots, I am actually not much of a weird, free- spirit person as you can tell. I am all about academics, my future, and approval. I can't help it, I just crave attention from important people. I guess it comes from my parents, who literally love everyone, and I guess I just expect everyone to love me. I seem very ego-centric, I know, but I can't help it. I do have major insecurities, trust me, and I guess I need everyone's constant reassurance that I'm good enough. Anyway, in case you were wondering, unfortunately, I am one of 'those kids'. The kind who are all about pleasing adults, especially teachers. Don't worry though, I'm not the so-called 'teacher's pet' for all classes, usually just one. Since today is the first day of senior year, I'll be deciding who that 'one' teacher is.

My first period I have Mr. Turner for AP math. Right off the bat I can tell he is not 'the one'. He's very stern and all about structure. You'd think a person like me would like that, but I'm more into the teachers who make class fun, yet educational. I spend the period sharing annoyed glances with Lauren, who I share the period with, and whispering to her every so often. I literally know everything he's talking about, so I don't miss out on anything.


The rest of the day rolls by, along with an uneventful lunch with Lolo and Shane, (who just bicker about last night's episode of America's Next Top Model) until my 6th period rolls around, with no potential candidates. Since 7th (my last period) is gym, this history class is my only hope. I take a seat in the first row, right in front of uh…(I look at the name tag on the desk) Ms. Raudenfeld's desk. Suddenly I hear some rustling on the other side of the classroom and I see a tall, blonde woman with piercing green eyes standing in the doorway. I suddenly feel speechless...she looks so...young! She makes her way towards her desk, (very close to me!) and shuffles some papers.

"Hello class." she finally speaks. Her tone is so unintentionally sultry, and I find myself engulfed in the sound of it. "I'm Ms. Raudenfeld. Welcome to AP History. I hope you will all love it as much as I do." She introduces with a small smile painted on her lips. As she walks from behind her desk I find myself staring in awe. Her icy green orbs light up and she grins.

"So, how about we all get better acquainted? I'll tell you a bit about myself. My name is Amy, but you must all refer to me as Ms. Raudenfeld. I have always loved history, and have a thirst for knowledge. In case you were wondering, yes, I am a huge sucker for Netflix documentaries!" She says with a chuckle. "I was born and raised in Austin, and have lived here for all my life, with the exception of college. I hope you all have a wonderful time in my class, I try to make everything as entertaining as possible! So how about it, anyone want to introduce themselves?" She asks, leaning against her desk and interlocking her hands, resting them on her lower abdomen.

This is it! My chance to take the initiative! I burst out of my seat.

"I will! I mean, you know, if that's okay with you, Ms. Raudenfeld." I say with a bright grin.

"Of course you can, Ms." She signals for me to say my name.

"Ashcroft. Karma Ashcroft." I finish.

"Karma," the older woman begins. Wow. I love her saying my name. It just rolls off the tongue. "Introduce yourself to the class"

"Well, my name is Karma Ashcroft." First base. I try to think of a way to impress the green-eyed genius in front of me. "History is definitely my favorite subject!" Second base. "I think history is super important in our everyday lives" Third base. I try to quickly make up a small speech to make the home run. " I mean, I believe that understanding history is integral to a good understanding of the condition of being human. That allows people to build, and, as may well be necessary, also to change, upon a secure foundation. Neither of these options can be undertaken well without understanding the context and starting points. All living people live in the here-and-now but it took a long unfolding history to get everything to now. And that history is located in time-space, which holds this cosmos together, and which frames both the past and the present!" I manage to say in one breath. Definitely a home run! Wow, I am impressed with myself. I can see why I've always wanted to be an actor, I can make sound believable on anything on my toes.

"Wow, Karma" I don't think I've ever enjoyed someone saying my name as much as Ms. Amy Raudenfeld. "That was...riveting!" the blonde beams.

"Thank you, Ms. Raudenfeld." I carry the smuggest look at the moment as I turn to acknowledge my peers, and study their bewildered faces. I proudly take my seat as the teacher begins talking again.

"Well class, as much as I would like to get to know all of as well as Karma here, we'll have to do that tomorrow as we are running out of time. If I could get someone to pass out these papers, that'd be great. It's just a simple practice test, just to see what you've learned so far. So don't worry, these won't be graded." I prepare to hop out of my seat once again when I see someone stop me in my tracks.

"Let me, Ms. Raudenfeld!" I hear a voice chime in. I turn to see a brunette with purple streaks and wearing too much black. "I'm Reagan. Reagan Lopez!"

"Hello, Reagan. Here you go." She hands her the stack of papers before I realize what's going on.

"Are you sure Ms. Raudenfeld? I can help if you like." I urge her, sending Reagan a death glare.

"That's quite alright Karma. Reagan's already passing them out." She reassures.

"Yeah, I got it Karmen. No worries!" She beams as she hands me a sheet of paper from the stack with the fakest smile plastered on her face. Did she seriously draw that card? I've never even seen her at Hester before! What a bitch… I turn back to glance at her and she sends me a smirk. I clench and unclench my fists until I calm down. Finishing the small quiz with ease, I hand it in way before anyone else.

On the way home with Lauren and Shane I tell them the whole thing. They don't quite understand why I have to be one of 'those kids' but they always back me up nonetheless.

"That bitch!" Lolo and Shane harmonize from the front seat.

" I know right? She's the perfect teacher! She's definitely 'the one'! That 'Reagan' chick better not get in my way." I huff out.

"Be careful, Karms. I've heard things about this 'chick'. She's not one to mess with. I don't want her hurting you, especially for something as silly as being the teacher's little servant.

"It's okay Shane. Trust me, she won't mess with me. I won't let her. And it's not like I need to be a teacher's pet, it just makes me feel better, ya' know?"

"As long as it makes you happy I guess it's alright."


The next morning I wake up with a purpose. Amy Raudenfeld is 'the teacher'. I will be Amy Raudenfeld's 'Teacher's Pet'.