Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson... or anything for that matter... but we don't talk about that.
I'm a teacher. A strict teacher. I teach at a juvenile detention center that's a thing, right?. I teach astronomy you'll understand. in New York. My name is Marcus. Marcus Washington. Dr. Marcus Washington, mind you. Students fear me. They aren't shooting spitballs in my direction now, are they? Being a teacher in a juvenile detention center has its perks. Because some of these students are... known to get violent, all of the teachers get electric tasers Don't think that's real. Most of the teachers have never used theirs, but mine has been used on these delinquents at least 20 times.
Then, a girl named Thalia came along and ruined everything about my reputation.
Thalia Grace will murder you if you say her last name. She has black messy hair, bold blue eyes, a heavy attitude, and she's about 5'7. What she did to get here? She started talking back to a teacher at her regular school, Goode High.
The first day she was there, she stuck out like a sore thumb. She sat with her feet in her desk and there was no one in the seats around her. In fact, I saw one student trying to wedge their way in a single seat with another student. I glared at him, he groaned at timidly sat down in a chair next to Thalia as if the seat had spikes protruding out of it.
"Ok, class." I did my best drill sergeant voice and everyone snapped up, straightened their shoulders, and pushed out their chests. "When I call your name, raise your hand silently," I knew what happened with these kids when you weren't specific.
"Adams, Karly!" So that's what happened to her... A hand.
...
"Grace, Thalia!" I was expecting more silence, but I instead heard a voice. "Just Thalia."
I looked up. "Excuse me?"
"I said, "Just. Thalia."
"Young woman, my directions specifically told you there shall not be voices." I was losing my temper. Who did she think she was? TALKING?!
"I believe, sir," Oh, we're mocking now. "that I do indeed have the freedom of speech."
"DETENTION!" Thalia scoffed.
I turned back to the board.
"In this class, you will learn about anything and everything relating to the sky."
LINE BREAK BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE SKY
"Excuse me, Miss," Glare, "Thalia?"
"You. Are. Wrong."
"If you are so smart, why are you in this classroom?"
"Trust me, I didn't choose to come to this hell hole."
"Language!"
"Whatever," Thalia rolled her eyes.
I stormed over to her desk.
"Listen, Missy, I don't want to hear another sound out of you until I see you in detention, understood?"
I got a smirk in return.
"I didn't hear a 'yes sir'!"
Most students would've cowered and said 'yes sir', but she was far braver. She reached in her desk, pulled out a sheet of paper, and scribbled something down.
'You said I couldn't talk, asshole.' She smirked, I was guessing my face was a purple color.
Someone in the class snickered. I whipped around, fuming. Without thinking, I raised my hand as if to slap the child, which I wouldn't do, but Thalia jumped out of her seat and grabbed my arm. I knew what to do. I snatched my taser and pulled the trigger, expecting her to fall to the floor and scream, but instead, her grip tightened and she smiled as if the shock made her stronger.
She turned me around by my arm and pinned it, still twisted, behind my back.
I struggled and eventually tried to yell at her. "GET OFF OF ME, GRACE!" She pushed harder, she didn't seem to be struggling.
So, I did the only logical thing, I screamed. I screamed my ass off. Another teacher ran in and I yelled, "Get her OFF of me, idiot!" He looked a little hesitant, all the other teachers hated me.
Then he tried his taser on Thalia and when it didn't do anything and she pressed harder, he stood there looking at his taser like a dumbass. "Help me you fool!"
He tried prying her off, calling in another teacher, all the while the students were cheering for Thalia. Finally, when I thought my arm would fall off, she let go.
The principal came running in and I said to him, "EXPEL THIS GIRL!"
"NOW, WAIT JUST A SECOND, BUDDY!" NO! If the principal hears what I did, he'll surely kick me out.
"IF MY MEMORY SERVES CORRECTLY, YOU WERE ABOUT TO SLAP A STUDENT SILLY!"
"MR. Washington! Is this true?!" I mumbled something that sounded like a yes.
"I believe that you are now unemployed," He pronounced every syllable clear as day, "and you have earned yourself a day in prison!" I know that's true, I just don't know what the law is.
The last thing I saw was Thalia Grace's smirking face. So I decided to turn around and say, "I hope you rot in Tartarus." Not my best moment, but it felt good then.
"That is QUITE ENOUGH, MR. Washington!"
I saw Thalia snarling. At least I made her mad,
And that's how I lost my job because of a bratty 15-year-old named Thalia Grace.
I have been really lazy lately, which is why I'm not really posting as often as I was.
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