"My name Lucille Autumn Georn. I'm the new English teacher." I said. That's my name, for now anyway.
"Pretty name, I love it. Welcome to our school, Lucille. We are so honored too have you as the new tenth grade English teacher." Lydia, the secretary, said.
Oh, if only she knew. She wouldn't be honored then.
"I love your name too, Lydia. And please, call me Luci." I said, taking the schedule she offered.
"Okay, the principal will be by your classroom later to tell you anything else you need to know."
"Thanks, Lydia. I hope I see you again, Love." I said, being sure to say it in my most seductive voice.
It'll be easier to steal the keys to the school if I'm in good with the secretary. And when has a little flirting ever hurt anyone?
"My name is Ms. Georn . And I am your new English teacher." I said, writing my name on the chalk board.
"Your name rhymes with porn." Bryan Randals pointed out.
Maybe Georn wasn't a good fake last name after all?
"Oh, yes. I've heard about you, Bryan. Do you know what rhymes with oppositional ?" I asked. Chances were he wouldn't know.
"Um. no." Bryan answered.
"I thought so, principal rhymes with oppositional. As in go to the principal's office and write a three-thousand page essay explaining how x-rated things have ruined today's society." I explained.
"Damn, Bryan. You got told by the teacher chick!" Some other student called out.
"Next person to say anything sextist or swear in my class will be writing a five-thousand word essay in the office about proper language." I threatened.
I might not be a real teacher, but I sure do know how to make high-schoolers listen to you. Threaten them with long essays.
"Hey, teacher! Bryan still hasn't left." Leslie Morgan, the teacher's pet of the class, said.
"Ms. Morgan, know one likes a rat. Bryan, you go to the office or the essay will have to be ten-thousand words long. Now go!" I said.
Bryan gave me a scared look and exited the classroom.
One brat down, twenty-two to go.
" Ms. Georn What is you're first name?" Zoey Dash asked.
I rolled my eyes, why does everyone always want to know my first name!
"I don't think that is an appropriate question to ask a teacher." I said.
And that's how all my classes went, more like a get-to-know-you party than an actual lesson. That is my kind of teaching, the cool-but-bitchy way.
A/n: This was just a little plot idea I got. Let me know if I should continue.
'Lucille' is the daughter of Lucifer, that's why she's a bit bitchy.