Eli: Glad you all like the story!! Dragongrrl, it depends on the
circumstances, especially if it narrows down to student's word versus
teachers. But yeah, usually the teacher would be fired. Here's the story,
and as always, Enjoy!
He hissed as he slammed his locker shut. "Damn it!" He said under his breath.
Jamie had been at school for less than a month, and he already wanted to kill himself. Although no one had dared to try and jump him after his first day, some people just couldn't help but make his life miserable.
They had shredded his PE clothes, ripped up his homework, drawn all over his notebooks. Even with all his friends looking out for him, they just couldn't be everywhere. Besides, he didn't want them to fight for him all the time. And most of the pranks took place while he turned his head, so he was never sure who was guilty, though he had plenty of guesses.
This time they had filled his locker full of ants. He had to spend his lunch period cleaning it out, which was even more ruined to the fact that his lunch had been infested with the insects. The bell rang and he started heading toward his next class, World History.
He hated this class the most. Not only was he the only freshman in his class, but the only freshman taking the class at all. He had to get special permission to enter the class a year early. He wished his parents had never signed the contract. It was the school's idea to put him in more advance classes, not his. So what if it looked good on a college application form? If things continued, he wouldn't live long enough to make it to college.
All Jamie himself wanted was to just fit in.
He proceeded to the back of his class as he sunk in his seat and started drawing in his notebook. Maybe today he could remain invisible enough to get through class unscathed... Then he felt something hit him in the back of the head. He sighed and tried to get whatever it was out of his hair. 'Dare to dream, Jamie, dare to dream...'
The teacher came in late, as always. Ms. Wright was a young teacher and very forgetful. Since her class was so easy, she was very popular with most of the students, who she let get away with sin. Jamie didn't like her. She often assigned homework that she would forget to collect, her class was far behind all the others, and the work wasn't challenging him at all.
"Hello class, sorry I was late." She mumbled to them as she set up her lab top on her desk. She pulled the World History book out of her bag and dropped it onto the desk with a loud thud. Jamie shook his head. 'This teacher is a joke. Mom and Dad would kill the school for putting me in her class.' He thought to himself.
"Okay, now who can tell me what the homework assignment was last night?" She asked. Everyone remained quiet. "Oh come on, I'm sure you all got it done."
She moved from behind her desk and started walking around her class. She came up to Jamie's desk. "Open up your binder, please." She asked him. Jamie gritted his teeth as he opened it up to reveal his homework. Ms. Wright picked up his paper. "Okay, your homework was Chapter two review. Everyone please get their homework out so that we can correct it." She walked back to the front of class and started reading off his paper. Everyone glared back at him, and he sunk even further into his seat.
Jamie tried his best to keep a low profile. He wore regular clothes, kept his light brown hair short and ordinary. He kept his bright green eyes down most of the time. He never raised his hand to answer questions or volunteer to go up and demonstrate things on the board. He didn't mean for things like this homework incident to happen, but they just did. He put his head down on top of his arms and sighed.
'Why can't I just disappear?' He thought to himself.
-Later-
Jamie stuffed his things back into his locker as he went to go wait for his dad to pick him up. He was so ready to go home. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around. "Yes?" He asked meanly.
The person behind him flinched back a little. "Sorry to bug you and all, but you left this in class." She handed Jamie his black notebook.
Jamie instantly felt guilty. "Oh, thanks. Sorry I snapped at you, bad day." He apologized.
She shrugged. "Wouldn't blame you. Everyone was hating on you in class and everything. They're a pack of wolves. I mean, it's not your fault you actually do your homework." She smiled. "You're lucky to be so smart."
He laughed bitterly. "Yeah, well then I hope to run out of luck sometime soon." He said, studying the girl in front of him. She was short, blonde. She seemed to have too much sugar in her system and couldn't stay still as she kept her hands busy playing with a key chain.
"No, seriously. I mean, you take classes that are harder and still get better grades them most of the kids in your grade. I think that's pretty cool." She told him adoringly.
He looked at her curiously, not sure if to trust her, but he did smile politely. "Thanks."
"Welcome." She glanced at her watch. "Okay, I have to go. Nice talking to you, James, right?"
"Jamie." He corrected. "And, sorry, you are...?"
"Misty." She said. "It's short for Mystique." She winced as he tried to hide his laughter. "My parents are extreme X-Men fans. Talk to you later, see ya!" And she took off.
He started walking toward the front of the school. "Well, at least someone here doesn't hate me." He said out loud as his sister came up behind him.
"Hey Jamie. Heard your locker got turned into an ant farm." She said sympathetically. He nodded. She handed him a piece of paper.
He unfolded it and looked over at her confused. "What's this?"
"The lockers plus combinations to the boys who put the ants into your locker." She smiled mischievously. "Your the smart one in this family, so I'm sure you'll think of something."
He looked back at her, his grin just as evil looking. "Already have."
"Then go catch a ride home with Chris after his practice is over with. I'll go tell Dad you went to the library to study for class." She told him as she started toward the car. "Oh, and Jamie?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell me all about that blonde chick when you get home." She said sweetly. He shut his eyes for a second. He went to say something back, but when he looked again, she was gone. He shook his head. "Beth and her damn ninja training."
-The Next Day-
Jamie came to school early and stayed by the water fountain as one of the boys came up to his locker and unlocked it. The guy opened it, flinched back, and slapped it shut again as soon as he could. He shook his head and opened it again, this time the contents falling out onto him and making everyone around him crack up.
Jamie laughed along with the rest of the people watching as a teacher came over and started scolding him for hoarding all the tampons from the girl's bathroom. He shook his head.
'And this is only the first one.' He thought to himself happily as he thought of how the other two boys would feel when they got the same special surprise in their lockers.
Coming Attractions:
The Cheerleader
Jamie's info: Age: 14 Grade: 9
He hissed as he slammed his locker shut. "Damn it!" He said under his breath.
Jamie had been at school for less than a month, and he already wanted to kill himself. Although no one had dared to try and jump him after his first day, some people just couldn't help but make his life miserable.
They had shredded his PE clothes, ripped up his homework, drawn all over his notebooks. Even with all his friends looking out for him, they just couldn't be everywhere. Besides, he didn't want them to fight for him all the time. And most of the pranks took place while he turned his head, so he was never sure who was guilty, though he had plenty of guesses.
This time they had filled his locker full of ants. He had to spend his lunch period cleaning it out, which was even more ruined to the fact that his lunch had been infested with the insects. The bell rang and he started heading toward his next class, World History.
He hated this class the most. Not only was he the only freshman in his class, but the only freshman taking the class at all. He had to get special permission to enter the class a year early. He wished his parents had never signed the contract. It was the school's idea to put him in more advance classes, not his. So what if it looked good on a college application form? If things continued, he wouldn't live long enough to make it to college.
All Jamie himself wanted was to just fit in.
He proceeded to the back of his class as he sunk in his seat and started drawing in his notebook. Maybe today he could remain invisible enough to get through class unscathed... Then he felt something hit him in the back of the head. He sighed and tried to get whatever it was out of his hair. 'Dare to dream, Jamie, dare to dream...'
The teacher came in late, as always. Ms. Wright was a young teacher and very forgetful. Since her class was so easy, she was very popular with most of the students, who she let get away with sin. Jamie didn't like her. She often assigned homework that she would forget to collect, her class was far behind all the others, and the work wasn't challenging him at all.
"Hello class, sorry I was late." She mumbled to them as she set up her lab top on her desk. She pulled the World History book out of her bag and dropped it onto the desk with a loud thud. Jamie shook his head. 'This teacher is a joke. Mom and Dad would kill the school for putting me in her class.' He thought to himself.
"Okay, now who can tell me what the homework assignment was last night?" She asked. Everyone remained quiet. "Oh come on, I'm sure you all got it done."
She moved from behind her desk and started walking around her class. She came up to Jamie's desk. "Open up your binder, please." She asked him. Jamie gritted his teeth as he opened it up to reveal his homework. Ms. Wright picked up his paper. "Okay, your homework was Chapter two review. Everyone please get their homework out so that we can correct it." She walked back to the front of class and started reading off his paper. Everyone glared back at him, and he sunk even further into his seat.
Jamie tried his best to keep a low profile. He wore regular clothes, kept his light brown hair short and ordinary. He kept his bright green eyes down most of the time. He never raised his hand to answer questions or volunteer to go up and demonstrate things on the board. He didn't mean for things like this homework incident to happen, but they just did. He put his head down on top of his arms and sighed.
'Why can't I just disappear?' He thought to himself.
-Later-
Jamie stuffed his things back into his locker as he went to go wait for his dad to pick him up. He was so ready to go home. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around. "Yes?" He asked meanly.
The person behind him flinched back a little. "Sorry to bug you and all, but you left this in class." She handed Jamie his black notebook.
Jamie instantly felt guilty. "Oh, thanks. Sorry I snapped at you, bad day." He apologized.
She shrugged. "Wouldn't blame you. Everyone was hating on you in class and everything. They're a pack of wolves. I mean, it's not your fault you actually do your homework." She smiled. "You're lucky to be so smart."
He laughed bitterly. "Yeah, well then I hope to run out of luck sometime soon." He said, studying the girl in front of him. She was short, blonde. She seemed to have too much sugar in her system and couldn't stay still as she kept her hands busy playing with a key chain.
"No, seriously. I mean, you take classes that are harder and still get better grades them most of the kids in your grade. I think that's pretty cool." She told him adoringly.
He looked at her curiously, not sure if to trust her, but he did smile politely. "Thanks."
"Welcome." She glanced at her watch. "Okay, I have to go. Nice talking to you, James, right?"
"Jamie." He corrected. "And, sorry, you are...?"
"Misty." She said. "It's short for Mystique." She winced as he tried to hide his laughter. "My parents are extreme X-Men fans. Talk to you later, see ya!" And she took off.
He started walking toward the front of the school. "Well, at least someone here doesn't hate me." He said out loud as his sister came up behind him.
"Hey Jamie. Heard your locker got turned into an ant farm." She said sympathetically. He nodded. She handed him a piece of paper.
He unfolded it and looked over at her confused. "What's this?"
"The lockers plus combinations to the boys who put the ants into your locker." She smiled mischievously. "Your the smart one in this family, so I'm sure you'll think of something."
He looked back at her, his grin just as evil looking. "Already have."
"Then go catch a ride home with Chris after his practice is over with. I'll go tell Dad you went to the library to study for class." She told him as she started toward the car. "Oh, and Jamie?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell me all about that blonde chick when you get home." She said sweetly. He shut his eyes for a second. He went to say something back, but when he looked again, she was gone. He shook his head. "Beth and her damn ninja training."
-The Next Day-
Jamie came to school early and stayed by the water fountain as one of the boys came up to his locker and unlocked it. The guy opened it, flinched back, and slapped it shut again as soon as he could. He shook his head and opened it again, this time the contents falling out onto him and making everyone around him crack up.
Jamie laughed along with the rest of the people watching as a teacher came over and started scolding him for hoarding all the tampons from the girl's bathroom. He shook his head.
'And this is only the first one.' He thought to himself happily as he thought of how the other two boys would feel when they got the same special surprise in their lockers.
Coming Attractions:
The Cheerleader
Jamie's info: Age: 14 Grade: 9