School Sucks. End of story.
(I felt like writing this because I felt inspired by how horrible my teachers have been as of late and how terrible school has been for me. Chase will be very IN-CHARACTER in this, so enjoy… the idea has been done before, but please no flames. I needed to write this…)
"Everyone take your seats!" came the angry shout from the substitute teacher for the day. All the kids immediately slammed their butts in their respective chairs, except two wisenheimers who decided to switch and prank the sub. BAD IDEA.
I noticed right away that our sub was not at all like our last sub. No. Our sub, making my jaw drop to the floor with astonishment, was Chase Young. I wanted to scream with shock/joy/fear/hatred/love.
Chase glared at everyone in the room through squinted eyes. His golden irises burning with hatred. Immediately the air in the room changed; nobody felt like tricking him now. The two who switched quickly squeaked that they went to the wrong chairs and scurried to their correct seating.
After a moment, Chase spat, "We're having a unit test. NOW." He gave us all papers on a unit none of us had discussed, or even heard of, yet and he said we had five minutes. People began to protest, Chase grabbed their desks and threw them across the room. He then told the kids to get the hell out. They ran crying.
I did my absolute best on the test. Chase snatched our papers away, I was writing one last thing when he came and took mine. I tried to splutter that I hadn't signed my name, but Chase wasn't listening. He went to the teacher's desk and ran through the papers. He scribbled big 30s on every paper until he got to mine.
He held it up for all of us to see and ripped it in half. I squeaked and covered my mouth with my hands.
"Chase, that was mine!" I wailed hopelessly.
He sneered at me, "Oh really? Well I didn't see a name, so you get a ZERO."
"But I-"
Chase screamed at me, breaking my desk in half, "GET OUT!"
I immediately ran, tears pouring down my face as I hurried to anywhere else. Eventually I found the counseling office and I stayed and cried there with fear. After a while, I went back to the class and went to see Chase. (After class was long since over, of course…)
I walked in and he glared at me; his entire aura spoke of death. I squeaked at him that I hadn't had time to write my name, but he waved me off with his hand.
"A zero's a zero," he stated. Then he opened his grade-book and he said with a devilish smirk, "You have to come to detention for three weeks…"
"WHAT! WHY?" I immediately asked, shocked by this sentiment.
Chase scoffed and retorted, "You missed the entire lesson of today's class. You deliberately ran out of the room. That counts as insubordination, skipping, tardiness, and an unprepared. Adding it up, you have three weeks' detention…"
"But you-"
"THREE WEEKS." he growled lowly.
I ran from the room in tears. I went straight home. How could I make it through the rest of the day knowing that one horrible teacher had just ruined my chances of ever graduating?
School Sucks. End of Story.
(I get very emotional about my grades. I have only three times in my life gotten a zero. Never got a detention in my life. I'm a nerd. I need my grades to stay high. So when my teacher gave me a zero on a quiz I handed in two minutes late, I was distraught. I actually did run to the counseling office and I cried for half an hour. I don't care who mocks me for this. I am very determined to have a good job that I enjoy when I'm older. I may be shunned by society and everyone at school for being an overachiever, but I don't give a crap. Ho popular you were in high school won't make a f**king difference in the real world…)