Making It Up

My class really was delightful. They were polite, a little chatty but very enthusiastic for the topic. My introduction was a little shaky but they stayed respectfully quiet.
“g-good morning class, I’m your new teacher Mr way. I’ve been an artist for a while, and I’m looking forward to teaching you. Just to start off with, you can draw a picture with a caption about you, so I can get to know you all. Any questions?” I wrung my hands nervously, feeling faint. One hand went up.
“Can we use charcoal and chalk, or do we have to stick with pencil?” asked the small black haired girl. I was impressed – this was a young class, so this knowledge of materials was unexpected
“Oh you can use whatever you can find in the cupboards. What’s your name?” I asked
“Lily” she blushed. I noted it down. Lily. Pleasant name.
They got to work quickly and I could sit back. I was soon joined by a man with styled black hair who looked slightly uncomfortable in his suit.
“hi, you must be Mr way. I’m Pete, or Mr Wentz around here. How are you coping with this horrible lot?” he gestured to the class. A few looked up and smirked.
“Oh, Patrick’s husband! Nice to meet you. It’s going well, I think” I stuttered out. He was quite short, but attractive, with multiple tattoos. He reminded me all too much of someone else…
“how’s it going fag?” called a voice from across the hall. It was him. It had to be him. I ran as fast as I could, but it was no good. Soon I was being roughly shoved into a locker. My screams to be let out were met with harsh laughter and a bang on the door.
“you’re only getting what you deserve” he hissed, and then all that could be heard was footsteps on school tiles and my laboured breathing….
I gagged slightly, and Pete must have noticed as he looked concerned.
“Are you okay there?” he asked me
“Oh yes, fine thankyou” I reassured him, trying desperately to stop my shaking hands. He looked friendly enough but I didn’t want to show weakness.
“Okay then. Don’t forget the register, everyone does on their first day” he winked and left. Shit. I had forgotten the register.
I scanned down the list counting names, figuring it would be quicker than reading them out. Then my eyes fixed on one name. the blood drained from my face, and I collapsed onto the desk
Lily Iero

Notes

hey there friends. woah drama.... what's gonna happen? well I guess you'll find out, I already know :P also shout out to my co writer ally for working so hard on her next chapter, it's going to be ace