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I've kinda edited the piece aswell. To make it slightly more tolerable ^ ^ .

Allison's thoughts are in italics.

Readers can skip to the bonus chapters I'm going to be putting up if they want a gist of the story! =))

Disclaimer - I do not own any characters affiliated with Vampire Knights. But I do own this THIS THIS creep of a person - Allison.

Prologue

Allison put on her newly bought black pants. Grabbed and buttoned up the first shirt she saw lying on the bed, slid on her heels and rushed towards her class.

'I'm late! I'm late! I'm late – Again! Oversleeping isn't an option. It's a necessity. Tough luck trying to explain that to anyone, stupid!'

'Yes people, I believe that self deprecatory humor is the best kind of humor. And that is why I often degrade myself.'

"Hallelujah! The Door!" Allison exclaimed as she barged into a class full off chattering students.

"Shutuuhh… SILENCE Class!" she roared, hoping no, PRAYING that it would have some effect on the students.

'Not bad eh Allison?' she thought to herself as an entire class full of students began shuffling into their seats! Text books were opened, chits were passed and students were getting ready to zone out into what she called – Lala land - as she would make futile attempts to get through to them.

"Me being late doesn't give you the liberty to do just about anything. I expect complete order when I enter. I am your *substitute* teacher and want this *Moral Science* class to be taken very seriously. In all my years off *absolutely no* experience there hasn't been a class that has let me down!"

'Hey, that came out pretty well didn't it? Of Course it did, I spent hours practicing in front o' the bathroom mirror.' she silently mouthed.

'Have I ever mentioned I enjoy commanding respect? Say Hello to Ms. Allison the Meanie!' I could see that the students were confused too! They were whispering things into each others ears. The conversations, presumably, went something like this.

Boys: "Whoa! Who is she? She's a rebel!"

Girls: "She dresses so sloppily. Who let her in! *All this while their insides burned with jealousy*"

And then all of the students would collectively decide to overrule just about anything I'd have to say. But I had come prepared!

"I am now going to appoint*what do you call those uhh… yes!* I am now going to appoint two new monitors in this class! It will be their duty to see to it that everything is in order. Since I'm not familiar with most of you I'll be going with the obvious, Yuuki!" bellowed Allison.

Yuuki immediately stood up to acknowledge Allison. The chairmans adoptive daughter looked rather exhausted.

"Allison-sama, I will do the best I can" she said mustering all the energy she had left.

A wide eyed Class President shot his hand up, hoping to be chosen as the second monitor. His clothes had been perfectly ironed and buttoned up. Shoes shiny black and to add to it all, round glasses. *The perfect dweeb*. His upbringing reminded Allison of a girl she'd once shared a dorm with.

Ew.

Choosing to COMPLETELY ignore him, Allison turned to look at Kiryuu Zero. The chap's face rested on his palms, his eyes never shifted their gaze. Not that she could see much of his eyes through his starlight hair. He was quite the opposite of the Class President.

"Kiryuu Zero! You'll be helping Yuuki." she chirped. Zero lifted his head of his palms and made an obvious effort to acknowledge Allison.

Allison could simultaneously see that the word – WWHHAAAATTTT had been stamped all over the class president's forehead. "But that's completely unfair! With all due respect ma'am that's called being partial. Just because they're the Chairman's…"

'He dare not go there!'

Finding the need to cut him off Allison sedately uttered the words,"Please leave the classroom *whatever you're name is*."

Just about then, the school bell chose to go off. The students shamelessly began collecting their belongings and started to disperse. Not one acknowledged Allison.

And that fellow readers was how well 'Substitute Teacher, Allison-senpai's' third day and second class as a working student in Cross Academy had worked out

{Wasting time is something I hate. But that would make me a complete hypocrite considering how my first class had turned out. Luckily I had just one other class today. The teachers were pretty regular here at Cross Academy.

To redeem myself friends, I'm going to take the time it takes for me to reach the library to tell you a little about myself. How would you like that?

Great? Good? No Thanks?

Who gives – I'm not going to NOT ramble. So here goes:

My name is Allison Murakami. Why the weird hybrid of names? It's simply that my Dad was from Japan and my mom's from the states. She's always lived in Japan though. I'm 19 and currently a working student here at the academy. What's a working student you ask?

My parents passed away a year ago, I was in my last year of schooling then. But due to the circumstances I was unable to complete my schooling. I couldn't bear to live in the same house as my parents so I sold all our assets and set out to start a new life. Some may call it being rash, but there's nothing that I couldn't take after my parents death.

As the year passed, a dear uncle of mine recommended I complete my schooling. Since I was over the age limit, I decided I'd take permission to settle down at an academy enabling me to use their facilities and coach myself. Chairman Kaien Cross Sama responded to my request almost immediately. That's one of the reasons I absolutely respect him.

But there was a catch; I'd have to earn my place. Considering I was a bright student before I dropped out *I'm being serious* he suggested I could be a substitute teacher for ethics. There's not much too it. I'd just have to keep the class under control and narrate stories to them until necessary.

Having said that, I have a confession to make. I, Allison Murakami have an itsy – bitsy, teenie tiny crush on fellow student Kiryuu Zero. I hope it's legit because there's no way I couldn't like him. Not after what happened yesterday at least.}

"No, I am NOT a creep!" she yelled out loud as consolation, in effect, silencing an entire corridor of kids...

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