Post by Gia Alpert on May 26, 2009 20:26:39 GMT -5
Rushing down the hall, Gia mumbled various curses under her breath. Damn the students crowding the hallways, damn the building for having a ridiculous amount of rooms, damn the administrative staff for not giving her a map, and damn herself! She knew she should've asked Olivia for directions! Now her paper on The Once and Future King, a personal favorite -- forget that slut Guinevere, Morgaine was where it's at! -- was late.
"Damn it, G!" Adjusting the strap of her messenger bag, she quickly pulled out her paper as she stepped up to the door. Maybe Mr. Demonte would be forgiving and let the tardy slide, seeing as she was new and still learning her way around the building? "Keep dreaming, G," she mumbled. She was fully prepared to barge in with a one-breath explanation when she looked through the door window. Her jaw dropped.
"Oh! My! Goddess!" Mr. D, sexual, inappropriate, two students. Gia couldn't form a rational thought. Snapping her eyes shut, she quickly turned from the door and pressed her back against the wall. "Scarred for life. Scarred for life. Scarred! For! Life!" she muttered, rubbing her forehead and rushing down the hallway. Anything to get as far away from that classroom as possible!
Halfway down the hall, it occured to Gia just what, what she saw meant. Slowing down, she slowly grinned and pulled out her notebook and changed course to the office. Not only was Mr. D apparently having sex with his underage students but, if anything, he probably instigated it. Or he asked for it. Men, she thought and rolled her eyes as she wrote a quick note. Either way, it didn't matter.
Her paper and the note were secure in Mr. D's mailbox so, grinning triumphantly, Gia went back to getting lost trying to find her classes. It didn't matter to her that students were wondering why she was smiling and strutting down the hall. Nothing was going to kill her mood because all that mattered was that note. Either Mr. D would forget the lateness and give her a good grade on the paper, or she'd have him fired and his name blacklisted throughout the teaching community.
"I love being bad sometimes."
"Damn it, G!" Adjusting the strap of her messenger bag, she quickly pulled out her paper as she stepped up to the door. Maybe Mr. Demonte would be forgiving and let the tardy slide, seeing as she was new and still learning her way around the building? "Keep dreaming, G," she mumbled. She was fully prepared to barge in with a one-breath explanation when she looked through the door window. Her jaw dropped.
"Oh! My! Goddess!" Mr. D, sexual, inappropriate, two students. Gia couldn't form a rational thought. Snapping her eyes shut, she quickly turned from the door and pressed her back against the wall. "Scarred for life. Scarred for life. Scarred! For! Life!" she muttered, rubbing her forehead and rushing down the hallway. Anything to get as far away from that classroom as possible!
Halfway down the hall, it occured to Gia just what, what she saw meant. Slowing down, she slowly grinned and pulled out her notebook and changed course to the office. Not only was Mr. D apparently having sex with his underage students but, if anything, he probably instigated it. Or he asked for it. Men, she thought and rolled her eyes as she wrote a quick note. Either way, it didn't matter.
Her paper and the note were secure in Mr. D's mailbox so, grinning triumphantly, Gia went back to getting lost trying to find her classes. It didn't matter to her that students were wondering why she was smiling and strutting down the hall. Nothing was going to kill her mood because all that mattered was that note. Either Mr. D would forget the lateness and give her a good grade on the paper, or she'd have him fired and his name blacklisted throughout the teaching community.
"I love being bad sometimes."