With her backpack strapped to her shoulder, Desirae stood across the street in front of the school. She looks both ways with her arms crossed while chewing sour candy. She wants to finish this year quickly because no student is excited about school. Too lazy to use the crosswalk, Desirae decided to walk across the street to get to the front gate. She didn't see any cars, so this was her chance to go. While crossing the street, she heard a car speed up. "Oh, shit!" Thinking fast, Desirae ran across safely. She sighed. "Damn, that was close." The driver drove into the school's parking lot, then stopped, so other cars needed to go. "Hey! Go back to fucking driving school. You almost ran me over with that bullshit car!" The driver rolled down his window and gave Desirae the finger. "What the? Screw you, asshole!" She gave him the finger, then walked into the gate. The driver that almost ran her over parks into the teacher's parking lot.
Desirae walks into school feeling relieved. "Finally, this school will be stressful but worth it because it's my last year of high school!" She turns the corners, scanning the halls for her best friend. "Desirae! Desirae!" A girl shouted while running over to her. She smiles. "Sup Tiffany."
"What's up? Are you ready to take on our senior year?" Desirae fist pumps. "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Tif nods. "Me too, and I'm glad we don't have to wear school uniforms this year." She nods. "I know. I hate wearing skirts. How can anime girls wear something like that all the time?" She nods. "Exactly, it's ridiculous. Hoes want attention. Do you have your schedule? I got mine. I hope we have the same classes. Are you nervous?" She nods. "You damn right I am. I don't care what teacher I get. As long as I don't have that damn Ginpachi Sensei..." Desirae hissed his name. "Hmm... Mr. Sakata. He's not that bad looking, and he's only a eleventh-grade Math teacher. I hope I get to be in his class this year." Tif screams in excitement.
"Eew. Crushes on old middle age teachers are not in your category Tif. Besides, my sister had him last year, remember? He's bossy, lazy, and gives too much homework. Here is a bonus. I can't stand him." Tif nods. "Yeah. But he's not that bad. The students respect him. Well, some of them. And he does teach very well. Because if he didn't, your sister wouldn't pass with an A in his class. She had all A's in every subject.
"And the teachers always compliment her. Your sister is great. Your sister is a genius. My sister is annoying. I don't want to hear that shit, definitely not from Mr. Ugly Sakata." Desirae punches the lockers. Tif grins. "No matter what you say. I think he's a cute teacher." Desirae looks disgusted. "Eew, how many times am I going to tell you? Crushes on teachers are not good. Every male teacher here is old."
"Well, Mr. Sakata doesn't look old."
"He's an anime character. They never age." They laugh. "Funny, Desirae. Alright, let's see if we have the same class. On three, we open it." Desirae nods. "Uno, ni, trois!" Both of them open their schedules. "Hmm... Not, bad for me. I have Ginpachi Sensei for homeroom. Who do you have?" Desirae's eyes widen. The paper shakes as she grips both edges. "Oh-no. NO! NOOO! Please no! I have Ginpachi Sensei for homeroom and Math. Two times a day, this-t-this can't be happening." She chuckles. "This is a joke. Right, Tif? Please tell me you have my schedule?" Tif shook her head. "Nope, this is mine. My name on it." Desirae sighed sadly at her paper when Kagura ran over to them.
"Hey, you guys. Do you have any snacks? I know you do, so you know. Hand it over."
"Hey, and we don't bring food. We buy it," Desirae said. "Argh! You flat-chested girls are always food free." She sighed. Tif and Desirae stare at Kagura's chest like I know she's not talking about us. "Kagura, where are your melons?" Tif asked. "Who cares. Kagura, what classes do you have?" Desirae asked. "For homeroom Ginpachi Sensei and I have him for Math. Oh yeah, that nerd Shinpachi has him too." Tif sigh. "Oh, come on... Why do you guys get to have him two times a day?" She crosses her arms. "Are you serious? I don't want to be in his class!" Desirae shouted.
"Move it," Ginpachi said while running past. He was in such a hurry that he pushed Desirae to the floor. "Watch it, dumbass!" Ginpachi slows down, then stop. He turns around, then walks over to them. "What was that smart ass? Who said it?" The look on his face is deadly. "Let's get out of here, you guys," Tif warned. Kagura and Tif ran down the hall. "You guys can't just leave me here!" Desirae jumped up and tried to run away, but it was too late. Ginpachi grabbed her by the backpack so she wouldn't go anywhere. She looks up at him.
"Ummm... It wasn't me, Sensei." She backs up. Ginpachi's eyes narrowed. "I don't like little girls who talk back. So I advise you to zip it. I should have hit you with my car when you were Jaywalking." He turns away. Desirae scowls at him. "That was you?!" He looks behind him. "Yeah, so? And oh yeah. You gave me the finger, so let me return it." He put five fingers in her face, then closed four of them, leaving his middle finger up.
"Screw you too." He walks away. "You mother f-You gave me the finger first!"
He continues to walk away. "Huh? Did you say something? I wasn't listening." Ginpachi unwraps a lollipop while ignoring her. Desirae yells. If he were a stranger, she would hit him. But he is a teacher. She sighed. "This is going to be a long year."