You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.
Chapter 2
You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.
Chapter 2
"Hi guys," I smiled awkwardly as the 30 pupils I had met yesterday shuffled lazily into my classroom and sat down in their seats, "this morning I thought we could do some peer assessment on all the work you guys have been doing!" I tried to make it sound like I'd actually planned the lesson out when I'd simply forgotten to mark their books the previous night and had awoken far too late to mark anything they'd written but the looks a few of the students gave me proved that I was terrible at pretending to actually plan anything. "Just grab your books and I'll put the mark scheme up on the board." I muttered, turning to my laptop to bring up a copy of the answers the kids should have written down.
"Um, Mr Way, wouldn't it make more sense if we had our books?" one of the students from the front of the class, the blonde girl named Indy, pointed out. I turned and looked around on the desk only to realise I'd left the students books in my car in the car park.
"Shit," I muttered, frowning at the desk, "I left them in my car, Ray, Frank, come with me and help carry the books? Bob I'm leaving you in charge for the meantime!" secretly I was laughing hysterically at the look of sheer panic on the blonde boys face that he had been put in charge but I knew it would've looked awfully cruel and I didn't want to make any enemies just yet. Begrudgingly, Frank and Ray stood up and shuffled out the classroom doorway behind me as I walked quickly to my small black car that was parked on the far side of the car park.
"Why'd you park so far away?" Ray groaned as we finally reached my car.
"Because that way I can listen to my music however loud I damn well want and that bloody head teacher can't say a damn thing, that's why." I smiled calmly as I slid my key into the lock allowing the two boys to gain access to the books I had stored on the backseats. At first the two had looked astounded I knew how to swear but almost immediately shrugged it off and grabbed a large pile of the ghastly orange books. "You two can go on ahead if you want I'm fine locking up my own car you know." I smiled at the two, trying to encourage them away from the car so I could sneak a cigarette from my pocket and take a quick drag before I had to return to my zombie like students.
"Oh no we don't mind waiting for you sir." Frank chirped up, smiling brightly at me. Ray looked slightly confused towards his friend but seemed to push it to the back of his mind. I sighed.
"Will you go if I tell you to go? I've got stuff to do that I don't want you shoving your nose into." I muttered, staring down at the two younger boys.
"Well we should and Ray probably would but nah." Frank smiled at me as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"Damn it, you know you'd make a world class stalker the way you're going kid." I chuckled, pulling a cigarette from my pocket and shoving it into my mouth, holding my silver lighter in front of the stick cautiously as to make sure I didn't burn myself.
"You know you really shouldn't do that sir." Frank muttered.
"Oh yeah? And why's that then?" I asked, taking a long drag from the thin white stick and exhaling the smoke through my nose like some sort of medieval dragon.
"Well, it's bad for you basically, and I personally don't want to see another good teacher get dragged off in an ambulance." Frank commented, looking up at me with both pity and kindness in his soft eyes.
"What the ..." I muttered, confused as to why I was going to be dragged off in an ambulance. Ray seemed to pick up on my confusion and explained.
"Last year, Miss Lee overdosed on cocaine and was taken away in an ambulance, we never saw her again. She was pretty cool as well, most of the guys liked her since she was considered hot and we liked her since she was into good music." Ray shrugged, shifting his weight from one foot to the other whilst he told his tale.
"Well the only thing I'm going to overdose on is Prozac." I smirked, wondering how much of my so called private life I should let these two find out about.
"Hold up," Frank paused, suddenly looking confused, "you're on Prozac? Like, those happy pill things?" I sighed once again.
"If that's what you want to call them then yes." I muttered, growing tired of their dull questions.
"But ... why?" Frank asked, anxiety spread across his face and a note of worry prevalent in his voice.
"That Frank, is a story for another day, now flee or whatever, just get back to the classroom." I shooed the boys away, dropping my cigarette and crushing it into the tarmac with my converses.
"I do hope Bob kept you all well entertained!" I exclaimed loudly, picking up a paper ball from the dark grey floor and throwing it at the blonde haired boy who ducked in fear for cover. Ray and Frank walked over to my desk and threw the books onto the strong looking wooden surface. "Come and get your books then and I'll put the mark scheme up." I spoke loudly as I glided across the classroom towards my sleek, shining laptop case. Quietly, the students took it in turns to amble up towards my desk and shuffle through the piles of books till they found theirs and could return to the safety of their warm plastic chairs. Eventually I found the correct mark scheme and placed it on the board so the kids could correctly mark one another's pieces of work. Suddenly I thought, Mikey may have been right about this job being okay ... as I glanced at Frank, I thought it might even be better than okay.
Chapter 2
"Hi guys," I smiled awkwardly as the 30 pupils I had met yesterday shuffled lazily into my classroom and sat down in their seats, "this morning I thought we could do some peer assessment on all the work you guys have been doing!" I tried to make it sound like I'd actually planned the lesson out when I'd simply forgotten to mark their books the previous night and had awoken far too late to mark anything they'd written but the looks a few of the students gave me proved that I was terrible at pretending to actually plan anything. "Just grab your books and I'll put the mark scheme up on the board." I muttered, turning to my laptop to bring up a copy of the answers the kids should have written down.
"Um, Mr Way, wouldn't it make more sense if we had our books?" one of the students from the front of the class, the blonde girl named Indy, pointed out. I turned and looked around on the desk only to realise I'd left the students books in my car in the car park.
"Shit," I muttered, frowning at the desk, "I left them in my car, Ray, Frank, come with me and help carry the books? Bob I'm leaving you in charge for the meantime!" secretly I was laughing hysterically at the look of sheer panic on the blonde boys face that he had been put in charge but I knew it would've looked awfully cruel and I didn't want to make any enemies just yet. Begrudgingly, Frank and Ray stood up and shuffled out the classroom doorway behind me as I walked quickly to my small black car that was parked on the far side of the car park.
"Why'd you park so far away?" Ray groaned as we finally reached my car.
"Because that way I can listen to my music however loud I damn well want and that bloody head teacher can't say a damn thing, that's why." I smiled calmly as I slid my key into the lock allowing the two boys to gain access to the books I had stored on the backseats. At first the two had looked astounded I knew how to swear but almost immediately shrugged it off and grabbed a large pile of the ghastly orange books. "You two can go on ahead if you want I'm fine locking up my own car you know." I smiled at the two, trying to encourage them away from the car so I could sneak a cigarette from my pocket and take a quick drag before I had to return to my zombie like students.
"Oh no we don't mind waiting for you sir." Frank chirped up, smiling brightly at me. Ray looked slightly confused towards his friend but seemed to push it to the back of his mind. I sighed.
"Will you go if I tell you to go? I've got stuff to do that I don't want you shoving your nose into." I muttered, staring down at the two younger boys.
"Well we should and Ray probably would but nah." Frank smiled at me as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"Damn it, you know you'd make a world class stalker the way you're going kid." I chuckled, pulling a cigarette from my pocket and shoving it into my mouth, holding my silver lighter in front of the stick cautiously as to make sure I didn't burn myself.
"You know you really shouldn't do that sir." Frank muttered.
"Oh yeah? And why's that then?" I asked, taking a long drag from the thin white stick and exhaling the smoke through my nose like some sort of medieval dragon.
"Well, it's bad for you basically, and I personally don't want to see another good teacher get dragged off in an ambulance." Frank commented, looking up at me with both pity and kindness in his soft eyes.
"What the ..." I muttered, confused as to why I was going to be dragged off in an ambulance. Ray seemed to pick up on my confusion and explained.
"Last year, Miss Lee overdosed on cocaine and was taken away in an ambulance, we never saw her again. She was pretty cool as well, most of the guys liked her since she was considered hot and we liked her since she was into good music." Ray shrugged, shifting his weight from one foot to the other whilst he told his tale.
"Well the only thing I'm going to overdose on is Prozac." I smirked, wondering how much of my so called private life I should let these two find out about.
"Hold up," Frank paused, suddenly looking confused, "you're on Prozac? Like, those happy pill things?" I sighed once again.
"If that's what you want to call them then yes." I muttered, growing tired of their dull questions.
"But ... why?" Frank asked, anxiety spread across his face and a note of worry prevalent in his voice.
"That Frank, is a story for another day, now flee or whatever, just get back to the classroom." I shooed the boys away, dropping my cigarette and crushing it into the tarmac with my converses.
"I do hope Bob kept you all well entertained!" I exclaimed loudly, picking up a paper ball from the dark grey floor and throwing it at the blonde haired boy who ducked in fear for cover. Ray and Frank walked over to my desk and threw the books onto the strong looking wooden surface. "Come and get your books then and I'll put the mark scheme up." I spoke loudly as I glided across the classroom towards my sleek, shining laptop case. Quietly, the students took it in turns to amble up towards my desk and shuffle through the piles of books till they found theirs and could return to the safety of their warm plastic chairs. Eventually I found the correct mark scheme and placed it on the board so the kids could correctly mark one another's pieces of work. Suddenly I thought, Mikey may have been right about this job being okay ... as I glanced at Frank, I thought it might even be better than okay.
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