Chapter four
" Lana get your lazy butt up!" London screamed into her cousin's ear. Lana screeched and fell out of the bed.
" Nice one." London said, pulling a shirt out of the portion of closet she stole from Lana. She held it up to her, nodded and grabbed a pair of jeans. While Lana got up and grabbed an outfit for herself.
" Well, what do you think?" London asked, twirling around. Lana looked at her cousin's almost French look with a red and white striped off the shoulder top, paired with jeans that had different signatures on them.
" Who signed your pants?" Lana asked.
" Just different skaters I met. Tara Lipenski (FYI loved her, don't know what happened to her and I don't think I spelled her name right), Michelle Kwan, people like that."
" You met Michelle Kwan?"
" Yeah, coach got us 'back stage' and I got her to sign my jeans." London said.
" Cool. What do you think of mine?" Lana asked. London looked at her one sleeved pink top and matching pencil skirt.
" Sweet." She said before walking out the door.
" Why are you leaving so early?"
" I have to meet mom at the school in ten minutes." London called over her shoulder.
" Have fun!" Lana called. London laughed.
" Well, miss Killingsworth, tell us why you think we should let you into the school." London looked at her mom 'is he kidding?' 'No'
" Um… well, I'm dedicated to my work, I have fairly good grades, and I just think you should." London said. 'And I would appreciate it if you would stop looking at my mom's boobs' she thought to herself
" Fine. Mrs. Wallows (Serena) just fill out the paper work and your daughter can go to class." Serena quickly filled the paper out. Then the principal gave London a class schedule and a locker number with a combo and shooed them out.
" Have fun, and no trying to take over other people's minds."
" Whatever." London said before starting off to find her locker.
Turns out, London's locker happened to be right by Lana's so after she got her locker set up with pictures and all that stuff, she turned to face Lana.
" So, what's your first class?" she asked as the other three goddesses walked up.
" History." She said.
" Good, me too." London said relieved, but that relief was short lived. Jeanine was walking towards them.
" Hey Lana, nice outfit. Did mommy pick it out for you?" then before Lana could open her mouth London mentally gave her a come back. Lana smiled.
" Nice personality. Did Satan pick it out for you?" Jeanine's jaw dropped. then she turned around and stalked off.
" thanks." Lana said, closing her locker.
" it's the least I could do." London said as they all walked to their first class together. They walked into the class room and saw the new teacher. Lana, Julie, Maryanne and Trina's first thoughts were, 'he's cute' the first thing London thought, and said, well, cried, was,
" WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
" Now, miss Killingsworth, that isn't a nice way to greet a teacher." He said smirking. 'he's my dad!' she mentally screamed to her new friends. Their eyes widened. London leaned in.
" what are you doing here?"
" it's the easiest way to see my daughter."
" why do you suddenly care?"
" because I'm a father, besides, better late than never right?" London rolled her eyes and took a seat. The bell rang.
" umm… well, where to start?"
" how about telling us what to call you?" London said. Stanton glared at her, she smiled one of the cheesiest smiles she could.
" you can just call me mr. S." he said " now, what was your teacher teaching you before? Miss. Killingsworth, why don't you tell us?" Lana opened her mouth to speak, " wrong Killingsworth, I mean London."
" I couldn't tell you if I wanted to, this is my first day."
" fine Lana, why don't you tell me."
" we were learning about the American revolution."
" ahh, of course, good times."
" you talk about it as though you were there." London said smirking, knowing good and well that he was.
" I've studied it well."
" you knew you were going to end up a ninth grade history teacher?"
" yes." Stanton said gritting his teeth.
" how?" London asked.
" JUST SHUT UP DAMN IT!" he yelled and London smiled, as though his anger brought her happiness, while the rest of the class looked frightened.
" now, as I was trying to say, lets begin our lesson." He said and London remained quiet the rest of the class.
After class Julie asked,
" why were you trying to make him mad?"
" I want him to leave."
