The second bell had already rung, but the supervising teacher still hadn’t shown up. Several of the other students seated towards the back took this to mean that they could be as rowdy as they liked, throwing paper balls and shouting across the room. Dustin sat against the far wall of the classroom in the second row from the front, leaning against the cool glass of the window. His eyes were closed, as if he was taking a nap amidst the utter chaos in room 206. He heard the thud of a backpack as someone slid into the seat next to him, but he didn’t open his eyes. They groaned a little as they settled into the uncomfortable wooden chair, shifting restlessly. A heavy sigh escaped, then: “Hi, I’m Jack.” After a beat, Dustin slowly slid his eyes …show more content…
Somehow, he had fallen dead asleep, and he had moved from leaning against the second floor window to drooling on the desk. His eyes followed the edge of the ruler up to who he assumed was the supervising teacher. She was an older woman with an even deeper scowl than his own etched into her face. She looked like she hadn’t smiled a day in her life. She sniffed haughtily before turning away to address the whole room. “I am Miss Doherty, and I will be supervising detention today. I have been advised that this is meant to be a reformative experience for you all, so we will get right to it.” “Hey, you’re not even a teacher here, which means you’re not getting paid for this, right? So why don’t we all just go home? I mean, you probably don’t wanna be here, and I definitely don’t wanna be here so–” Doherty didn’t even spare the guy a glance as she cut him off with roll call. “Mr. Abernathy?” A pause, then a quiet “here.” “Mr. Barnard?” “President.” Some of his friends snickered at that, but Doherty just kept going. Eventually, she was able to mark all twenty-seven of them present, except for some kid who went home with his sick little sister and a stoner whom nobody expected to show up anyway. Dustin turned in his chair, splaying his legs out as he surveyed the room. He tried to pretend that he wasn’t paying any particular attention to Jack, but it didn’t work. The kid had thick, curly orange-red hair like he’d never seen
It was not the voice they were familiar with to greet them. They had almost come to expect Mom’s warm, quipped voice, or perhaps Mrs. Fletcher’s sweet, pitched calls, given how many times it had happened in the third grade. They remembered the hot embarrassment of having her repeatedly yell to them in the middle of class, of having students snicker as their slow, sluggish returned to the present.
The bus was due to leave at 9am. As soon as the children arrived at 8.30am and ushered into the class, they were settled down and the register was taken, ensuring all the children that were going on the trip were present. Before departing, we ensured all the children had their coats, that they had their packed lunch in a carrier bag and that it was labelled with their name. We also asked the children if they needed to go to the toilet so
Everyone packed up their stuff and began to leave as Ariella walks up to the professor. "Ariella, I know that you have to take your team out for a routine scavenging and surveillance mission today, so I'll try and keep this short. You need to stop daydreaming and pay attention in class and take notes. I know that you're a smart kid because you ace all of your homework and tests I give you brats, but you are failing on the notes and that is really bringing your grade down."says the professor to Ariella. "I know Professor Ackerman..." being cut off suddenly by the professor "That's Professor Levi to you. You know how I hate to be called by my last name." interrupts professor Levi as he massages the bridge of his nose in frustration "Right, sorry Professor Levi It's just hard to stay focused in here listening to someone talk about something rather than being out there exploring it first hand." replies Ariella in a exhausted voice. " I know it is, but can you do it for me brat" professor Levi tells Ariella as he brushes her hair out of her eyes and looks into the deep blue eyes staring back at him. "Yeah, I guess." she says before walking towards the door. "Oh, and Ariella keep your asses safe out there brat, I don't need other brats, like you, going out there to save your scrawny asses"professor Levi tells Ariella as she walks out into the harsh
All of the students nearly jump out of their skin and run as fast as lightning out of the door. All except two, Mckenna and Annie. Mckenna hesitates and lazily wakes up from sleep. She peers around the classroom, and soon her eyes meet Mrs. Williams’s. There was complete silence. “Mckenna, have you finished your test?” Mrs. William asked calmly.
“Everyone, the principal has asked us not to turn on the television nor speak about what is happening, but I believe you all have a right to know, so I am going to turn on the television, please if you are unable to watch or need someone to talk to I am here.”
“I-I beg your pardon?! I have never heard of such things before, not from students, staff, anyone! I did not decide to run this school, just to make it a place where students feel unhappy! Kids love the environment here and are constantly making new friends.”
Lockers slam as hoards of students flood the hallway in the early morning. With each second ticking past, the mass thins as students trickle into class, throwing their bags below desks and pulling out their pencil bags. Each student turns to greet their friends, chatting about recent events while the teacher struggles to maintain order. Silence falls over the students as a voice cracks on the intercom, reaching every room in the school. Students that missed the sporting events listen intently to who won while the more academic students listen for the latest testing dates. The voice confirms the last of the announcements and signals the beginning of the school day by asking students to “please rise and face the flag”. Although students
“No, Missy! You cain’t do that; you has ta think of the young’uns- they still need you here ta
“Okay fine I am nervous, but you can’t blame me it’s my first day at an actual school.”
“Our school is having too much students so I have to transfer some of them away, include your daughter” The principal told.
Today she was being assigned a new roommate. She was very surprised when she had been told this, considering in all her time here she had never had anyone in her cell. This made her extremely curious as to what this person would be like and she knew that it should be close to the arrival time. Just as she was about to go back to working on her art, a new announcement had come on.
“I know what you’re thinking, Jezebelle. Don’t do it,” The stern looking woman hisses in Gracie’s ear, “I know how much you wanted a fresh start at a new school, but sadly that’s no longer an option.”
“I see you are ready for school. Your bed is made, hair is done, teeth brushed, and you’ve already got your shoes on. Good job. Now lets get to school and keep up the good
The intercom buzzer rings and the Mrs. Parks voice starts talking. “Students, we are now going to release everyone from school early and we want all of you to go home immediately and wait for your
You felt weird basking under the artificial light of the school director’s— more specifically Mari’s— office so late into the night. She’s stayed late at school her fair share of times, both for Aqours practice sessions as well as for swim club meetings. But as she watched the clock strike half-past one at night, You couldn’t help but feel as though she was present in another world. She leaned on the bookcase behind her, seated on the wooden floor.