Ronnie's life was something of a mess, but she carried out her day to day life in Chicago every god damn day anyways. She got up like she did every morning and rode to school on her skateboard, when she got there she got an annoucement saying the counsler wanted to see her. When she got the office Mr. Erikson asked her to sit. Ronnie had been called in here enough times that she felt she could skip the formality's. "What do you want sir?" She asked "Ronnie I'm concerned about you." He said "What about?" She asked "That you seem to have no motivation for anyhing." he told her "What do you mean? I'm doing fine in all my classes I have straight A's." She told him "Ronnie you just dont seem to care as much as you should. You don't even intend to go o College. You don't seem to have any social life." He answered "I can't afford the tuition anywhere I'll go when I can." Ronnie answered him annoyed that he was forcing this subject up.
"And I have Marshel I don't really need anything else for a social life." "Ronnie your best friend is the only person you ever talk to to. You're not even close to your teacher like most other smart kids in school." He continued in concern "Look it doesn't matter. My life is the way it is and all I can do is work my ass off till it gets better." Ronnie told him. "Alright then. You better hurry you'll be late for your first class, you have a new teacher today so that should be exciting." Erikson told her. "Really a new teacher so late in the year?" Ronnie said confused "What ever. Thanks for the talk sir." She said before she got up and headed for her locker before History were she put her skate board for the day. At her locker she ran into her best friend Marshel. "Hey! Another talk with the counsler?" he asked as they headed for their class room. "Yeah. So hey I hear we're getting a new teacher in History today!" She said to him. "Interesting." he said as they walked in and took there regular seats in the back of the room. Ronnie shoved her long brown hair behind her ear as she placed her stuff on her desk waitng for the teacher to walk in.
Ronnies POV
When the teacher finally did walk in he was dressed in the strangest way like he was from victorian times or something. His dark coat was hung on a hat stand by the door which left his wearing a black waist coat and a white shirt underneath that had the sleeves rolled up on it, he also had a brown bowtie. His hair was brown and floppy in the front just barley staying out of his eyes, as he looked at the clip board for roll call. "OK Well then. Helo students!" He said in a chiper british accent. "I'm your new History teacher, and trust me when I say no one is more qualified to tech you history then me! I realize how strange i must seem having a new teacher only a month before your all set to graduate but I hope that in that time we can all become good friends. Now I am about to take roll when you hear your name please say here and share something about yourself. And you can all just call me the Doctor." He said all so quickly i wouldn't be surprised if some f the less bright people in here couldn't understand it.
The Doctor? What did he just like people agnologing that he was one of the smartest people in the room. Before he started Angela Mosbey raised her hand. "Yes?" The Doctor asked her. "Why do we have to call you the Doctor?" She asked "Because I'm the teacher and i said so." He answered simply before returning to roll call "Mark Anderson!" He said "Here." Mark called bordly. "What's something about yourself Mark?" The Doctor asked "I play basketball." He said with a shrug. And it went on like that with people saying stupid boring things about theme sleves we all knew already or didn't care about like if they have siblings or what their favorit colour was. Then he got to Marshel "Marshel Jackson." The Doctor called "Here!" Marshel said next to me putting his hand in the air. I already knew what he would say and I was already smiling at the comment "I'm Gay." He said simply and putting his hand down.
The Doctor, bless his heart, went on like Marshel hadn't just said something extremly contrivertial. When The Doctor got to me, "Veronica Kingston!" He said "It's Ronnie." I siad with a sigh raising my hand half in the air "R-O-N-N-I-E." I told him. "OK then tell us something about yourself Ronnie!" He said still in that chipper tone. I rolled my eyes "I work at an antique store." I said with a shrug. It was true the owner was a nice old man who sold mainly old books, I loved books more then anything, but he also sold really old antique stuff that were all full of history wich was why I loved working there so much.
"Oh well that's intersting why do you work there?" The Doctor asked "Cause her family needs money for food!" Mike Peterson called out making the whole class start giggling. The guy was an asshole never mind that what he said was part of the reason I worked at all. The Doctor suddenly looked very angry, he walked calmly over to Mike's desk looked down at him and said "And who exactly are you to judge her or make comments about her life?" he asked in a calm yet some how still menacing tone. I don' know what it was but something about this teacher was scary. Something about his composer and very presence seemed to fill everyone in the room, me included, with terror. Just with the look he held in his eyes. "I'm sorry!" Mike said clearly as terrified as the rest of us. "yes well Ronnie would you care to answer my question?" He said suddenly back to his happy chipper voice. "Oh uh I work there cause I need money." I lied not wanting to get into my personal feelings about history with anyone, cause no one not even Marshel understands why I love it so much. So class went on like that for the rest of the hour introductions taking up most of our class time.
"Well!" The Doctor said "It would seem we are almost out of time so remember to bring your books tomorrow!" He said as the bell rang. Marshel and I hurried out "So did that guy freak you out as much as he did me?" I asked Marshel "Yeah. I don't even get how for a minute there he was just scary. So let's get to Health class today we have to start learning about child care. I heard the new girl they got to teach this subject is hot." he said, at this school a different 'expert' who taught each subject in health class they'd get a nanny for child care and a porn star for sex ED.
Yeah this school was kinda messed up. "Your gay why do you care?" I sked him "Cause all the other guys will drooling over her so I'll actually be able to pay attention." He said with a shrug. I laughed as we headed to health we walked in to see a beautiful girl who couldn't have ben more the 26 wearing a red casual dress and red convers sneakers with her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. What Marshel heard was right she was indeed hot. When class started she stood up and introduced herself to the class, she seemed a bit nervous like she had never really taught a class before today. "Hello class," She said a northern sounding English accent. "my name is Clara Oswald I know most teacher like to be called 'Miss' or 'Mrs.' but you can all just call me Clara. I'm a certified nanny so I applied to teach you kids about child care." She said "So let's start with roll call shall we?" She asked before picking up a clip board to get started. Through out the lesson she was knowlegable and eficient, giving helpful hint towards certin things. I liked her she felt more like a friend telling you about something then a teacher though.
When lunch rolled around Marshel and I met at our usual table alone, me stealing half of Marshel's lunch as always. "So what do you think of the new teachers?" I asked him "They're pretty cool I guess, the Doctor didn't even get to the lesson though." He said a little annoyed "Yeah I hope he knows what he's talking about tomorrow you know how picky I get about history." I told him "Yeah I know." He said "So why's you miss the bus this morning?" He asked me "Over slept." I said with a shrug "But I still beat you to schol on my board." I answered
"So what did the counsler want this time?" He asked me "Oh you know the usual not having enough friend, having crap parents, not going to college all that stuff." I said steeling ore of his fries. "Well maybe he does have a point I mean you're smart enough to get into any college you want, and you know I could always help-" I cut him off "Look Marshel we've been through this just cause your rich enough to pay for me to go to college with out your parents even noticing doesn't mean I want you to. I don't take charity you know that." I old him sternly. It was true Marshel's parents were so rich they wouldn't even notice that an extra 15 hundred dollars a year was missing from their bank account.
But like I said I didn't want his charity, I appreciated him trying to help but I had to pay my own way for things. "I'll go to college when I can afford it myself I'll be 18 next month and then I can move out of my dads apartment and start paying for my own." I said, he knew my plan. "Yeah OK." he said dropping the subject. "Hey Marsh look the new teachers are sitting together." I said noticing the two of them sitting alone talking in huddle with there heads close together. They looked like they were having some sort of strange argument or at least an intense conversation about something important. "I wonder what they're talking about." I said to Marshel. He turned his head up to look at them but I pulled him back "NO! Don't stare at them." I said "You're starring." He pointed out to me "We can't booth stare it looks weird." I answered. The sound of the lunch bell ringing brooke my stare of the two of them and Marshel and I got up and headed for our next class.
After school when the bus dropped me off I headed the antique store where I work after school. I was called Stories I loved that name because it was so perfect. The reason I loved old things so much was because I loved things that had a story behind it. That's why I love old books especialy cause they were stories that each came with their own private special story. It was two story's in one. The old man who owned it, Mr. Williams, was very kind as well he was like the grandfather I never had. He had a lot of stories of his own too. He was from New York his parents had adopted him in the 1940's when he was a baby. He was lucky he grew up with two parents who loved him more then anything.
Mr. Williams didn't have very much money but still more then me, and he paid me a rather generous amount considering my job was mainly sitting in the shop and reading. After work saddly ended I headed to my apartment. When got there my dad was, to no surprise, passed out on the couch with a note on the counter that said I needed to get groceries after school tomorrow. My dad and I mainly comunicated through notes, in fact I'm not really sure when the last time was I saw him in any other possion then passed out drunk on the couch. He went to work while I was at school and got back before I did which left him with enough time to drink himself to sleep before I was home. Well if you could even really call it a 'home' I never really felt like I belonged any where, I cerinly didn't feel at 'home' here. I couldn't wait to have enough money to travel the world till I found just the right place for me. And would do it someday, I would let myself become a dead beat like my dad. I would make something of myself.
I hope you liked it! I've been perfecting this idea for a while now, so I hope this turns out good! Also did anyone notice my salute to Amy and Rory? Any ways PLEASE let me know what you thought! Reviews keep writers writing! :D
