Forbidden Fruit
Teenagers scare the living shit outta me!
I am absolutely fucking dreading this! Why couldn't I work in a kindergarten or with little kids, I am terrified of teenagers. Why couldn't I have just said no? I am so freakin' stupid, they'll chew me up and spit me out in there! Look at me, I'm a grown man and I'm scared of kids. I don't think my anxiety meds are working, I have a form of anxiety where I'm scared of going to new places and changes, God I hate change. It took me two weeks just to dye my hair black! And it took me a while to cope when Marco went to, well you get the idea.
I threw on a white shirt, a black waist coat and some black skinnies. I combed my shoulder length black hair and smudged a bit of eyeliner under my eyes. "Dayum." I giggled to myself looking in the mirror. I grabbed my keys from the bowl near the door, grabbed my shoulder bag and stepped outside. I unlocked my red Mustang and got inside. "What have you got yourself into you silly prick?" I sighed looking in my rear view mirror. I don't think teenagers will take too well to a gay teacher, oh well, if it doesn't go well, then maybe I'll never go back again. The kids at the other school were really cool, even though they were only like 5, they threw me a party when I left too. Oh well, life goes on I guess. I put my keys in the ignition and backed out of the drive way. If I crash the car and die, then maybe I can get out of this whole situation.
Suddenly, I heard Die,die my darling by The misfits blaring from my Blackberry. I pulled it from my pocket and saw it said Unicorn Boy, Mikey, I pulled over and answered it. " Good morning Mr Way." Mikey giggled.
"Hi Mikey."
"I just woke up you know."
"So? I gotta go."
"Bye bye, sir." giggled Mikey.
"Yeah, yeah. If you don't shut up it's a detention for you young man."
Mikey just laughed. I smiled and hung up. I remembered to put my phone on silent before I set off again. Today will be just fine, just fucking fine.
My car rolled into the teacher's parking lot. I was safe because the teachers arrived much earlier than the students. I opened my car door and stepped out, with caution as if the ground was made from acid and molten lava! I walked into the main office and signed in. The receptionist, who looked older than her name, which was Samantha, commented on my neat, old fashioned handwriting. She gave me the key to my class room. I made my way to Room 104. I put the key in the lock and opened it. My classroom walls were a luminous orange, with a black and white canvas print of New York City on the back wall. The doors were a sickly yellow, and the handles were a vomit green. I sighed and tutted at the ugly colours and sat at my desk and looked at the register. I'll try my very best not to swear in front of the students, which will be very hard. Very hard indeed.
I threw on a white shirt, a black waist coat and some black skinnies. I combed my shoulder length black hair and smudged a bit of eyeliner under my eyes. "Dayum." I giggled to myself looking in the mirror. I grabbed my keys from the bowl near the door, grabbed my shoulder bag and stepped outside. I unlocked my red Mustang and got inside. "What have you got yourself into you silly prick?" I sighed looking in my rear view mirror. I don't think teenagers will take too well to a gay teacher, oh well, if it doesn't go well, then maybe I'll never go back again. The kids at the other school were really cool, even though they were only like 5, they threw me a party when I left too. Oh well, life goes on I guess. I put my keys in the ignition and backed out of the drive way. If I crash the car and die, then maybe I can get out of this whole situation.
Suddenly, I heard Die,die my darling by The misfits blaring from my Blackberry. I pulled it from my pocket and saw it said Unicorn Boy, Mikey, I pulled over and answered it. " Good morning Mr Way." Mikey giggled.
"Hi Mikey."
"I just woke up you know."
"So? I gotta go."
"Bye bye, sir." giggled Mikey.
"Yeah, yeah. If you don't shut up it's a detention for you young man."
Mikey just laughed. I smiled and hung up. I remembered to put my phone on silent before I set off again. Today will be just fine, just fucking fine.
My car rolled into the teacher's parking lot. I was safe because the teachers arrived much earlier than the students. I opened my car door and stepped out, with caution as if the ground was made from acid and molten lava! I walked into the main office and signed in. The receptionist, who looked older than her name, which was Samantha, commented on my neat, old fashioned handwriting. She gave me the key to my class room. I made my way to Room 104. I put the key in the lock and opened it. My classroom walls were a luminous orange, with a black and white canvas print of New York City on the back wall. The doors were a sickly yellow, and the handles were a vomit green. I sighed and tutted at the ugly colours and sat at my desk and looked at the register. I'll try my very best not to swear in front of the students, which will be very hard. Very hard indeed.
Omg! I love this
12/20/13