A/N- I've had this idea for a while, but it only manifested its self on my
key board as of this moment.
Disclaimer- I own nothing of JRRT's, or the title and influence of Christophe Isherwood's Berlin Stories. Damn.
~*~*~*~
To an untrained eye, she looked awake. She was sitting upright and perfectly still,
with her hands folded in her lap, looking straight ahead at the teacher. Her head was
cocked to one side, and a look of polite interest set her features in a believable façade.
She was a master of sleeping with her eyes open, and to anyone else, one would think she
was merely bored. The teacher was not one such person.
"JADE! HOW MANY TIMES MUST WE GO THROUGH THIS?" the girl
blinked, and looked up. When had Mrs. Robenstien come to her desk? She groaned
inwardly. She had memorized the teachers' favorite speech to her least favorite student
months ago. Sure enough, authority began to speak. Loudly.
"I DON'T CARE HOW MANY HOURS YOU WORK A NIGHT, ON
HOMEWORK OR OTHERWISE, BUT THIS IS UNNACCEPTABLE. YOU'RE
IDLENESS AND ATTITUDE TOWARDS SCHOOL HAS GOT TO CHANGE. ITS
JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH, JADE, JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH..." and so she
droned on and on....finally, Jade decided it was her turn. "Mrs. Robenstien, I have work
every night, as well as homework from you and all the other teachers! I DO the work! I
can't help that I'm running off of 3 hours bad sleep!" For God's sake! She added
mentally I even pretend I'm interested in the lesson! The teacher was still ranting, but she
didn't care anymore. She was too tired from the night before to even think about school,
let alone getting the detention she was sure to be receiving....
Jade sighed, and continued down the street. She had about three hours left until
her part time job. She scowled inwardly at the prospect of returning, but then mentally
scolded herself. You need this Jade. School may be a pain, but it will be worth it. Don't
drop out Jade, not while you can work and pay for tuition....
Most kids' parents paid for their schooling. That had been the case with Jade, for a while at least, anyway. Then her parents had gotten a divorce, and while she still lived
with her mother, money had never been an issue. But her mother had packed and left,
reasons unknown and left behind her daughter. Jade hadn't seen her or her father since
she was fourteen. She was now seventeen. Still too young to technically be employed, but as the manager of her job said "No one will ever question you, babe, as they don't want
no one questionin' them." It was true, too. No one had even blinked when Jade had
joined, and now it was had to remember life before working there. Not that she wanted
to, of course, but it was a job that only took "a little experience". If you didn't have that,
well "don't worry, babe, you'll learn soon enough. Soon enough, babe." Jade shuddered
involuntarily, as she went home to do what homework she could, before changing for
work.
Jade stood in front of her closet, wondering what to choose for tonight. Not that
she had much selection. She had her school uniform. She had two skirts, one black, one
red, each starting two inches below her navel, and ending two inches below her panties.
She had three choices for tops, one with a V-neck, one a tube top, and one corset-type
top; all were black, with shameless neck lines, and all so tight that it would almost be
more covering not to wear a top at all. She only had one pair of shoes; black, four inch
stiletto boots. Sighing, she chose the tube top, the red skirt, and donned her boots. She
glanced at her watch.
"SHIT!"
Disclaimer- I own nothing of JRRT's, or the title and influence of Christophe Isherwood's Berlin Stories. Damn.
~*~*~*~
To an untrained eye, she looked awake. She was sitting upright and perfectly still,
with her hands folded in her lap, looking straight ahead at the teacher. Her head was
cocked to one side, and a look of polite interest set her features in a believable façade.
She was a master of sleeping with her eyes open, and to anyone else, one would think she
was merely bored. The teacher was not one such person.
"JADE! HOW MANY TIMES MUST WE GO THROUGH THIS?" the girl
blinked, and looked up. When had Mrs. Robenstien come to her desk? She groaned
inwardly. She had memorized the teachers' favorite speech to her least favorite student
months ago. Sure enough, authority began to speak. Loudly.
"I DON'T CARE HOW MANY HOURS YOU WORK A NIGHT, ON
HOMEWORK OR OTHERWISE, BUT THIS IS UNNACCEPTABLE. YOU'RE
IDLENESS AND ATTITUDE TOWARDS SCHOOL HAS GOT TO CHANGE. ITS
JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH, JADE, JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH..." and so she
droned on and on....finally, Jade decided it was her turn. "Mrs. Robenstien, I have work
every night, as well as homework from you and all the other teachers! I DO the work! I
can't help that I'm running off of 3 hours bad sleep!" For God's sake! She added
mentally I even pretend I'm interested in the lesson! The teacher was still ranting, but she
didn't care anymore. She was too tired from the night before to even think about school,
let alone getting the detention she was sure to be receiving....
Jade sighed, and continued down the street. She had about three hours left until
her part time job. She scowled inwardly at the prospect of returning, but then mentally
scolded herself. You need this Jade. School may be a pain, but it will be worth it. Don't
drop out Jade, not while you can work and pay for tuition....
Most kids' parents paid for their schooling. That had been the case with Jade, for a while at least, anyway. Then her parents had gotten a divorce, and while she still lived
with her mother, money had never been an issue. But her mother had packed and left,
reasons unknown and left behind her daughter. Jade hadn't seen her or her father since
she was fourteen. She was now seventeen. Still too young to technically be employed, but as the manager of her job said "No one will ever question you, babe, as they don't want
no one questionin' them." It was true, too. No one had even blinked when Jade had
joined, and now it was had to remember life before working there. Not that she wanted
to, of course, but it was a job that only took "a little experience". If you didn't have that,
well "don't worry, babe, you'll learn soon enough. Soon enough, babe." Jade shuddered
involuntarily, as she went home to do what homework she could, before changing for
work.
Jade stood in front of her closet, wondering what to choose for tonight. Not that
she had much selection. She had her school uniform. She had two skirts, one black, one
red, each starting two inches below her navel, and ending two inches below her panties.
She had three choices for tops, one with a V-neck, one a tube top, and one corset-type
top; all were black, with shameless neck lines, and all so tight that it would almost be
more covering not to wear a top at all. She only had one pair of shoes; black, four inch
stiletto boots. Sighing, she chose the tube top, the red skirt, and donned her boots. She
glanced at her watch.
"SHIT!"