Friday seem to fly and smack me right in the face, and I was tired as shit. I've been living in the woods for about a week, because when someone says to don't come back anytime soon, actually means don't let me ever see your ass here again or you won't be doing anything soon.
My eyes were getting dark from the lack of sleep. Luckily everyone here was so oblivious or self-involved that they didn't really notice. During different classes I would start to drift off. I was starting to wonder how long it was 'till I passed out. I did that in one home. It was a group home and they had a bunch of kids including a baby. So the little kids would cry and no one would be able to sleep and that also meant the lady who ran the place. The old bag who owned it would punish everyone by making them go outside to clean and do busy work. I let out a cold chuckle on the inside while thinking about the day it happened.
I look up to see the teacher standing up in front of me. She gives a insincere smile. She doesn't care and I don't care. I have come to accept that the world was full of jackasses. A lesson you learn young.
I feel my eyes getting heavy. That damn bitch at the group home made me clean all the fucking floors with my toothbrush. I didn't finish. So when I get back I'll have to do that and more.
There are black spot all around. I close my eyes and let my breathing slow along with my heart rate. My surroundings dull, but I hear something sharp.
I opened my eyes. Black seem to surround the outline of my eye sight. I make out a figure, Ms. Mason. She saying something to the effect of keeping awake and bad academics, but I don't care I never did.
I feel her pull me up and try to ushere me out. I can't feel the strength in my legs and I start to slip out of her grip.
The last thing I heard was me thumping on the ground.
Come next day a investigation was launched, only to be dropped in couple of months, but for me my time was up there. Well whatever I'm still alive.
"Miss Swan, do you actually do anything other than stare off into the abyss." I look up see Ms. Mills sitting beside me with a look I couldn't quiet pinpoint.
"Well it is homeroom. It's not like I'll fail for not being social." Her lips pursed at the tone of my voice.
"I could fail you if I wanted to. May I remind you I control your grade." She says it pretty damn smugly. If she wanted a power play then I'll give it to her.
"Not without consequences."
"Oh and who would dare to against the Evil Queen, dear." She turns the wheels of the chair and angle it towards me. I can hear the class hush to eavesdrop.
"Well your definitely not scary enough to defy laws." I take a pause and then smirk at the thought that just ran through my head. "Or me" The smug facade remains, but now mixed with amusement.
"We'll see about that." She seems to get an idea, because a wicked grin takes over the once evil smirk. "But I can't ignore your lack of a social life, and since you sit by me and that shall never change then you my dear will sit and talk to yours truly." Now it was dead silent.
"Fine, but you better be a good conversation." I shrug and relax back and wait for her to make a move.
"I never disappoint, Miss Swan." Her tone dark as her ebony hair. "But one thing dear. I do so hate to having a conversation with someone at an angle. I prefer them right next to me side to side and thigh to thigh." She jerks my chair next to her making me follorealmw.
If I was being honest, this should've have raised so many red flags, like redder than China. The weird stares, the husky comments, and add it along with the rough movements to get me to stay or closer, really should have these people who hired her looking into her background... or maybe her mental health.
But nope this was Storybook the werid ass town. I could only see how a commercial to advertise would go. "Come to Storybook Maine where you can take a nature adventure and try to find the elusive bruised up blonde, and not only that if you decide to stay for some godforsaken reason, our education has some of the best scholars; by that we mean all our teachers have weird and probably illegal fetishes. One of them might be a serial killer and stalk your child. Storybook Maine we will forever wait for you." And of course it would come out creepy as fuck but so were most of the people here too.
I focus my attention back to the real world, and goddamnit she wasn't kidding when she said side by side and thigh to thigh. She had practically slammed the side of her leg into mine. The only way we could be closer is if she suddenly decided to just screw logic, not that she hadn't been doing that already, and jumped in my lap.
"Miss Swan, I will start this conversation." Damn this lady was bossy. "How do you know Ms. French?" Uh what? Where exactly is this heading, because right now my mind was mush at this lady's weird ways.
"Well... we have math together. You know with her dad?" I say awkwardly and hope it comes out cute so we can move on, but nope she looks like even more pissed for some reason.
"What's with the pause?" She presses her thigh even more into mine. I can feel her warm skin from where her pencil skirt is riding up.
"What?" My brows knitted as I started to wonder if I could get a map to lead me out of this confusing ordeal.
"You paused."
"So... I was put on the spot." Now I was scared as shit. My blood was no longer running through me, but frozen as this bitch of a teacher only seemed to get angrier by the second.
"You were put on the spot, so you had a hard time thinking of a excuse. Is that right Miss Swan?" What the hell? You know this is serious psycho killer behavior.
"Wait, what, no. I-"
"Miss Swan." I am never going to be able to finish a sentence, am I? "I have known Ms. French her whole life, and I know she gets in trouble and is quite mischievous." She just called my new friend a tramp. Seriously, forget that she's a teacher and she known Lace her whole life. Forget all that. She just called my kinda best friend a slut in front of every single person here and for fucks sake she was continuing. "I would hate if she took your precious innocence."
That's it. If she wanted to be the queen of confused mixed messages, then consider me a rebel about to throw her over. So lets see whatever word shit my brain can concoct and let it fly out of my mouth and slap her silly.
"Who says there is any to take." Oh she took the bait. "Innocence, I mean." Yeah, I know that I kinda sounded sluty, but hey she seems more pissed then before. "I'm not the only one with skills." I wink as she lets a low growl escape from her throat.
If it wasn't from the dumbass adrenaline I was getting from picking a fight, I'd probably already peed my pants and ran back to the forest, but nope I wasn't going to let this person intimidate me.
"Uhh... Ms. M-mills?" We both snap our head to see a blonde curly girls with her hand raise. The only difference is that I'm looking at her with curiosity, while Ms. Mills is about to hang her by the toes over the golden bridge.
"What!?" You could also add "off with her head" in the statement, and it would still fit.
"It's first period." The poor girl was trembling. I made myself a mental note to apologize for the life scaring event going on right now.
"Thank you Ms. Boyd, but next time do not interrupt a conversation." She nods and looks in a downwards direction. "Okay pull out your text books." Ms. Evil Queen starts to go on about the history of China. I only pay attention through hearing and not eye contact. Now not only was she staring uncomfortably at me, but now I had her hips digging into my side.
When the bell finally rings I get up leaving the warmth of my teacher's body who insisted on rubbing our thighs together; no really she took her right thigh and rubbed it in circular motions, I'm pretty sure I heard her whimper by the way. And to continue this weird... what ever this is, I was on my way to apologize to a girl I don't know, because said teacher who kind of sexually assaulted me, made said girl shit her pants, for interrupting forced conversation, and to top it all off, after apologizing I was going to a plant crazy math teacher who only talks about plants and never about math, and is the father of my sorta new friend who caused the practical sex assault from my maybe serial killer teacher because... I think she was jealous. Did I mention that there's another teacher who has a thing for me, except for being really stalker-ish, he just has a thing for animals, but don't worry I also have a art teacher who loves spinning wheels and dragons and a biased gym teacher who loves to see small kids get the shit beat out of them. Also I live in the woods and survive on leftovers from the teachers who I guess like me, which is probaly encouraging their creepy sexual ways; unwanted or not. Yeah... I won't lie. My life has never been normal, but this... this was straight fucked up and a bit... a bit... okay a lot, a whole fucking humongous lot of disturbing. This something that you think of in a pot reduced dream, but that didn't matter I was alive and now had to apologize for something I guess I caused?