Claire always wanted to be a daycare worker or preschool teacher, or even a kindergarten teacher, she never really was fond of teenagers and always thought that most of them were too moody and rude. She did have some favorite 8th grade students but most of them were awful.
Claire has tried to apply for a job at a daycare or an elementary school but they all turned her down, so her last resort was to work at a middle school.
As Claire sets up her room for her first class she sighs to herself at how much she disliked her job, but she had to pay off bills and other stuff. As the bell rings two students, Terra and Emma walk into Claire's classroom. Terra and Emma were Claire's least favorite students. Those girls were always getting into trouble and disrespecting her, they were half of the reason why she hated her job. "Hey Ms. Micheals" Terra said as she took her seat n
A bright Monday morning greeted Nicko, when he awoke to his alarm. Yawning, he stretched himself, before getting out of bed. Slightly groggy, he turned on the shower, before relieving himself.
About twenty minutes later he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Morning, mum.”
“Morning, sweetie.” She replied with a smile. “Breakfast is already on the table.”
Smiling as well, Nicko sat down and dug into his meal.
His mother put her plate on the table and sat down too. “Busy day ahead?” She asked.
“Not really. I have some tests coming up next week and luckily my teachers most of understand that we’d rather learn, so I don’t get too much to do. Except for Mr. Grumpers of course. That old idiot still insists on us doing shitloads of work every day.”
“Mind your language, Nicko.”
“Sorry, mum… but it’s true! Sometimes I think he only became a teacher to torture students.
Jonathan was walking up to his new college campus, not knowing what to expect from his Freshman year. He was walking up to the main door to see his friend from High School waiting for him. They were both surprised to see each other and ran up to meet again.
Mike, I didnt know you were going here!
I could say the same for you, Jonathan!
Well hows it going!? Whats new?
Eh, nothing much. Just the fact that were going to a new school now.
Yeah. I hope its as good as our high school years were.
"Don't be such a spoil sport," grinned Jared. "We've got Kerina on our side!"
Kevin just snorted, a puff of dust rising from the tile as he let his sleeping back thump to the floor. "That's what worries me. No offense, sis, but camping out in a girl's dorm room with the mistress of zappy?"
"Aww!" she grinned, drawing him into a hug as he squirmed. A brown strand of hair tickled his nose, an uncharacteristically cute sneeze coming forth as she giggled. "Don't worry, little sis! I promised not to give you breasts, tonight, remember?"
"Siiiiiiiiiiiis!" he whined, glancing at Jared. "You told me you wouldn't call me that in p
One day earlier...
Nick had just walked his girlfriend Asami home. Wasn't too hard considering they live right across the street from each other. Nonetheless, Asami gave her boyfriend a big kiss and went into her house. Tomorrow was her and Nick's anniversary and she still didn't know what to get him. It was then by chance that she saw a commercial for a new local shop called Heavenly Gifts that claimed to have items of magical properties. Deciding it was at least worth a look, she drove there to look for a gift. When she got there, she was met by a strange middle-aged woman.
"You are looking for a gift for someone you
"There we go!" Shawn grunted while placing his new sword on his bed. He had just gotten back from an anime convention after having blown every single cent of his funds on the thing. However, he couldn't have been more content with his purchase. For now laying comfortably on the single bed in his small apartment was a life-size, fully forged replica of the sword belonging to Agria the Shadowless, the man's favorite girl from the game Tales of Xillia. She was quite a firecracker, that one, and a fire elemental as well. Shawn just had a certain thing for over-the-top crazy girls, especially the ones that managed to stay hot once they got heated up. Again, being able to control fire helped aid his image of the girl.
Still, he couldn't stare at the blade all night. After all, Shawn had spent all of his money on the sword, so it looked like it was another night of ramen noodles for him. So, stomach rumbling, the guy went over to his small
Mrs. Berbrin sighed, putting on her earrings in the mirror. Friday night in mild weather, she and her husband were going to go out to dinner and a show. Of course, they had to break this news to their son.
"That's right, a babysitter. Nine's way too young to be spending a night alone."
The nine-year-old in question, Kevin Berbrin, held both his arms out, as though asking his mom to look at him, "C'mon! I'm in the fourth grade now! You probably let Geoff stay by himself when he was my age!"
"Actually, we kept him with a babysitter until he was twelve," claimed the boy's mother, sitting on the bed and slipping on her high heeled shoes. "When you're that age, maybe we'll talk."
"Twelve?!" Kevin's prepubescent voice reached a heightened pitch from the anger of the injustice of it all, "You're gonna give me a sitter 'til I'm twelve?"
"If you keep acting like this whenever we go out, I might do it even longer," she added, quite annoyed by this point. Once her shoes were on,