Brand new fanfic. Bad Education. #FullStop. I love the show. Did you hear about the Bad Education Movie coming out this August?! I'm slightly obsessing over Jack Whitehall and his character Alfie Wickers. I'm in my summer holidays and finished my primary school. (You should know from the title what this fanfic is about. In Bad Education I totally ship Alfie and Rosie like seriously they are perfect for each other but in this, it's a student/teacher thing.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bad Education but it's an amazing show. Like REALLY good - ain't for young children.

Chapter 1

Alfie's Point Of View (POV)

Well I've had a great morning. Woke up late because of my shitty alarm clock. Walked into the bathroom passed my dad's room and heard something disgusting I'd rather not explain and then my mirror cracked. Let's hope my day teaching my kids will make me feel a little less like shit.

I walked out to Dad's car wearing a red short sleeved check shirt with a black skinny tie, beige jeans and black air max. I had to sit in the back seat because Dad's new bitch of a girlfriend decided to place her arse in the passenger seat. Dad just happened to plug his iPhone into the car radio and play a song that I knew would mock me for the rest of the car ride - Avicii - Wake Me Up. I'm surprised he managed to do that considering he is a bit of a shit when it comes to technology.

So anyway I just decided to get out the car and walk the rest of the way to school. And Dad, being an utter genius, chose to follow me all the way to Abbey Grove with the windows down singing along to Avicii on loop. Just as I thought, Frank made the decision to wait by the school gate and scare the new Year 7s on their first day I guess I'm next. Huzzah. #WTF what kind of people say, "Huzzah," in the century?

"Huzzah!" shouted Dad and his girlfriend.

Ah those kind of people...

What a great way to start my first day of teaching at a school.

I already know my class pretty well because I taught them history and I was their form tutor during the last week of term before the summer holidays because their other history teacher apparently was "off sick". (I heard that he just wanted another week off teaching.) I, technically, wasn't officially teaching at Abbey Grove yet but Fraser being Fraser agreed to let me get to know my new class before I start in September.

There is this one kid in my beloved 'Form K' called Chantelle and she is really quiet and she doesn't talk to anyone. I tried talking to her after my lesson but she wouldn't say a word. I don't know what's wrong with her...

So... back to Abbey Grove.

I walked into the classroom and saw my kids sitting at their desks texting eachother. I will never understand these children. Why do they feel the need to text one another if they are in the same room. Use your words, kids!

"Sup bitches. How was your summer? Mine was shit," I said to the kids.

"Oy, oy, Dickers. Went to live in my dad's trailer it's buff," said Mitchell.

"Mate. That ain't no trailer. It's a caravan," stated Stephen.

"What would you know about it?"

"Mitch, it's got wheels - it's a caravan."

Someone that really caught my eye was Chantelle. She looked stunning in her school uniform. She matured over the summer holiday. But something about her quietness has me determined to find out what has made her so well, quiet. I realised just now I was lost in my thoughts until Joe snapped his fingers to get me to focus.

"Sir, are you okay? It seemed like you were away with the fairies!" asked Joe.

"Just thinking about my first day at Middleton House which was my high school."

"Right! #LessonTime. The only thing I enjoyed about Middleton House was "Class Wars". I invented it myself and the only cool teacher at the school let us play it. So I thought, since it's the first day back, why don't we play a bit of it. It could become a regular thing," I stated quite passionately.

"What is Class Wars?" Jing asked.

"Well, I'm glad you asked that question, Jing," I bowed down to her with my palms together.

"在校期間的一個星期，我還以為你是一個絕對的白痴" Jing said.

("During that one week of school, I thought you were an absolute idiot."

Soz if the translation was wrong. Google Translate isn't the most reliable thing to use.)

"Thank you, Jing!"

"Class wars is basically where we split the class in half and re-enact a war. So for example the left side could be Germany and the right side could be England. Then you would use the rulers to absolutely go for it. I would give you a few lines to say and you would speak them with passion. If we were to play it you guys would have to push the tables and chairs to the left side if your table is on the left or push it to the right if your table is on the right. So what do you say - shall we re-enact World War 2?"

"HELL YEAH!" said my class and they all started cheering and wooo-ing.

"Alright so aren't you glad you have a cool teach?"

"Yeah, we are lucky to have you, Sir." Steven said.

"Gay!" exclaimed Mitchell.

"Oh shut up, Mitchell."

"Right side - you are The Germany Nazis fighting against loads of different countries such as Belgium, France, Netherlands, Luxembourg, Denmark, Greece, Norway, Yugoslavia and Western Poland.

"Left side - you can choose out of the countries I just said."

When there was 10 minutes left of the lesson, I blew my whistle to signal that 'Class Wars' was done for the day. Screech. Screech. Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech.

"Right. That is the end of 'Class Wars' so please put down your weapons while I go and check out my Twitter account. Oh and if you hadn't noticed, I wrote on the whiteboard what it's called. "FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER ( ALFIE_WICKERS) You can use this time to follow me like it says on the board."

(Did you know in Bad Education in Mr. Wickers' classroom on the whiteboard where it said 'FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER ( ALFIE_WICKERS)' I read it and laughed but I didn't realise until literally today that that Twitter account is real. If you wanna check it out just search his username on Google - you don't even have to log in. Literally.)

Chantelle's POV

Wow. Mr Wickers is a really good teacher. He seems cool. He makes school better. Being at school is better than being at home for me...

TO BE CONTINUED... I HAVE ALREADY FINISHED WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER BUT I AM WAITING FOR 5 REVIEWS AND 5 FAVOURITES. CAN WE DO IT?

WHY WON'T CHANTELLE TALK?

WHY IS MR WICKERS SO INTERESTED TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT CHANTELLE?

ARE TEACHERS EVEN ALLOWED TO THINK ABOUT THEIR KIDS LIKE THAT?

IS MR WICKERS REALLY THAT COOL OR IS IT ALL JUST AN ACT LIKE AN EPISODE OF BAD EDUCATION ENTITLED 'THE AMERIAN'?

ALL WILL BE REVEALED IN DUE TIME.

ESTHER xxx