#and the teacher hasn't been answering my emails

[your-funky-human-companion]

actually, its not bedtime yet!

i've just been procrastinating for hours!

I don't know what time you're reading this but I bet 10 billion dollars it's bedtime bed beddy bye, go. to fucking sleep please. goodnight

[dravenscroft]

So my wife and I are working on a long fic that's a Terror modern AU set in a secondary school. My wife is a teacher and has experienced The Horrors of crappy schools being taken over by academy trusts and becoming weirdly corporate firsthand. We're like 50k into it and it'll probably be like 60k? I think? Anyway we're uploading it on my Ao3 soon but here's a brief rundown of some of the highlights:

Crozier is the new joint head of school, he's been moved there against his will to work alongside Fitzjames, the 'Head of Data', which Crozier thinks isn't a real job.

Franklin is the Executive Head but he's NEVER at the school, he's always busy at head office and has no idea what chaos goes down.

Fitzjames used to be a drama teacher until he got promoted up. He hasn't taught in years and so Crozier has zero respect for him...at first.

Little is the exhausted head of English and he is regularly being verbally abused by the children. He is having a Bad Time.

Hodgson is the music teacher. Irving is the art teacher.

Collins is the maths teacher...he has had a sniffle since the start of the year...he is maybe over medicating with Lemsip and cough medicine in an effort to keep coming to work.

Goodsir is the bright-eyed NQT biology teacher. He is still full of wonder and hope. Oh, to see the UK education system 'with eyes as an NQT...'

Stanley is the head of science. He is not full of wonder and hope. Obviously.

Blanky is the geography teacher who has been there since forever and doesn't take any shit. He's beloved by the kids but they also rightly fear him because he will tell them what for if they misbehave. He also has NO concept of professional corporate speak in emails. He will tell it like it is.

...Oh yeah, there's emails in there too. It's partly epistolary.

Jopson is the highly competent office worker for the school reception. He WILL find a way to schedule the unscheduleable, he WILL handle any difficult parent that comes his way, and he WILL answer every email in a timely fashion.

He works alongside Billy of course, who doesn't want to be there, except maybe for the gossip.

Bridgens takes on the work of several as is normal in a terrible school...he's librarian, and the first-aider, and a TA, along with his husband Peglar who is also a TA.

Tozer is the disillusioned P.E teacher who USED to enjoy his job until Heather left and took another job on the other side of the country and the Academy (Admiralty Trust) took over...now he hates his job and is totally checked out.

And then of course there's Hickey...a problematic parent who has made bringing down Crozier and the school his primary goal. It was very hard to imagine Hickey with a kid but we came to the decision that his daughter was born when he and the girl's mother were like 15, a one-time fling before he figured out his sexuality, and he has Regretted It Ever Since because good GOD this man doesn't want to be a father. He only has her on weekends and isn't in contact with her mother at all. He WANTED to run off to Hawaii like in canon but then his kid's mother said she'd chase him to the ends of the earth for child maintenance if he did. He is NOT a good father, this troubled, angry teenage girl lives off takeaway and pot noodles and they mostly just try to avoid each other when she's at his scummy little flat. HOWEVER, because Hickey is all about his ego, when there are Issues with his daughter at school Hickey takes it as a slight against HIM, and makes revenge his goal.

His daughter also features, she's a 'managed move' student who was nearly expelled from her last school for bringing in a knife. She's very troubled and terrorises the teachers (she's referred to as 'a little terror' in one of the emails...) but she also ends up bonding a little with Crozier, who tries his hardest to turn things around for her. It's just too bad her father wants to cause Problems rather than do anything to ACTUALLY help her.

Anyway yeah. It's mostly comedic but with a few serious issues tackled (like the obvious neglect this girl experiences, for one) - it's mostly been a way for my teacher wife to rant about Academy schools and just the general failings of the UK school system lmao. There is Social Commentary involved.

Anyway it's Coming Soon.

[uncloseted]

so i'm chronically late, and one of my teachers hates it. im usually like 5 minutes late so i'm there before the class starts. last friday i was like 15/20 minutes late, and i take responsibility for it. but he sent me an email saying that my "repeated lateness has been affecting class dynamics and my performance" i was surprised because i thought everything was fine. and i'm not the only person who's late. we have classes twice a week, wednesdays and fridays and she only comes on fridays. i'm

sure he hasn't said anything to her. he's also started to be unnecessarily mean, he's been giving me lower grades and it feels like he's trying to "humble me". maybe i'm overreacting and taking it too personally, but i'm hurt because i really appreciate him. he's a young professor, he's 29 or 30. i even talked to him about some personal stuff. so my question is: how can i communicate this to him?

I mean, not to be an old lady on main, but like... it's his class. He's allowed to tell you that he feels that your lateness is affecting his classroom and your performance in the class and to take points away from your grade because of it. If there's a good reason you're always late, such as having a class that's on the other side of campus and physically not being able to get to class on time, then I would talk to him about it and see if there's a workaround or compromise. But if it's a time management issue, I think it's your responsibility to come up with a solution. Maybe that's setting yourself alarms so you know when you have to start getting ready for class, when you're five minutes away from needing to leave, and when you need to leave to get to class on time, or maybe it's showing up to the classroom an hour early and doing homework there so you're always there when the class starts, but you have to find a way to be on time. I feel SO OLD giving this lecture, but when you graduate from school and start working, being on time will matter, so it's important to learn how to do that from now. As someone with ADHD, I know it's not easy to be on time, especially if you don't have a great internal clock. But as a result, I've learned that I have to set alarms and get everywhere early to make sure I'm not late. I haven't really had any other choice but to figure it out.

As far as the way this teacher is treating you versus the way he's treating this other student, I don't think it's worthwhile to compare. You don't know this other student's situation. It might be that this other student has some sort of agreement with the teacher if she's never there on Wednesdays or that she has some sort of standing commitment that means she'll always be a little late. Or maybe the teacher cares about you and thinks you have potential to do really well in his class, so he's invested in your success. Maybe he doesn't care about this other girl the same way. I know this isn't the answer you wanted to hear, but I don't think your teacher is being unreasonable.

[disdaidal]

I can't remember the last time I've cried this hard, but I guess it was time.

So my new school is pretty much now pressuring me to find a place to train at, which is not stressful at all, because the workplace I went for an interview last week hasn't returned my calls or my email, despite the principal initially seemed genuinely interested in my application.

Thing is, I wouldn't be this stressed out at all but my new teacher made it pretty clear today that next week is gotta be the deadline for that contract - otherwise my studies really aren't going anywhere.

I also missed my doctor's appointment yesterday because I missed the train. I had to wait for that appointment for 3 fucking months, and because it's related to my financial situation (I'm really trying not to get more student debt, especially with the way how I've been and how I barely managed to keep my shit together during pandemic). Luckily I was able to talk on the phone with her and the social worker, but my new appointment was rescheduled at the end of the month. I also talked to my nurse on the phone a little after that; a nurse who I haven't seen in the last six months because all our appointments have been cancelled at the last minute. So I got a new one in September.

My sleeping schedule has been pretty much fucked up all July-August, and for the last two days that I've been going to the city and attending these classes, I've slept like 6 hours in total these two days. Both days I've come home feeling extremely drained (besides those 6 hrs in total, I napped all evening yesterday). And last night I slept something like 2 hours before school and when I finally got back by train a couple of hours ago, I tried to sleep on the train but I felt so nauseated that I thought I was gonna hurl. Needless to say, my car ride back home was all but fun.

When I finally got home and laid down in my bed for a while, I started crying. Like I know it's probably because I've literally slept like 2hrs last night and it wasn't even a deep sleep, so, think I've just had it. My body and brain couldn't take it anymore.

But when I was on the train, I was going to call the school's office (the one I went to that interview for), but naturally their calling hours had already ended at 2pm. I also thought about sending another email but like I said, I felt extremely tired and anxious; making more phone calls and sending more emails when I'm feeling this way really isn't the way I want to go again. Especially since I already tried both on Monday when they were supposed to inform me last Friday, and I haven't got any response since. Which is not very nice to be honest (my new teacher did comment it's kind of unprofessional of them, and I gotta agree a little bit there).

But seriously, the only thing that's even made my last two school days tolerable, were the other students in my class. I kind of took up smoking again (bad habit I know) because of all this stress and shit that's been going on with me lately, so at least it was an easy way to get to know some of our other students, and got to spend some time with them, so at least I didn't have deal with my worries all alone. Our Moroccoan student (whom I've talked a lot with; I got along with him already on our entrance examination on May) tried to encourage me today when we were smoking, and even said I could try and apply to the same place he works at - which is working with immigrants mostly. Since I did choose international studies as one of my optional subjects, that could also work, because sooner or late I'm gonna have to work/train at a place like that anyway.

But obviously my first and foremost goal right now is try to find a place near where I live because obviously traveling isn't cheap, and I might indeed have a couple of places around here in mind that I could ask for training opportunities.

In any case, if I don't get an answer by tomorrow (we'll have another long school day so I probably won't have any time to be making extra phone calls anywhere), I think I'm just gonna ditch this thing and start calling other places on Monday.

If this is how it's gonna be and I'm on a strict deadline here, I don't suppose there's any other choice. I'm not willing to give up just yet - though I admittedly thought of that for a moment, too. Since I've become somewhat depressed lately again, clearly, and that must have something to do with my bpd. Which is fucking *nice* because right now I'm supposed to be active and efficient so I can actually get shit done and get my studies properly started - and yet right now, I'm feeling all but that.

So I guess I'll go to another class tomorrow - we have a special day anyway as we're visiting a local museum at the end of the day, so. Maybe I can try to forgive myself for being the way I am and give this whole thing a rest until weekend. And if the teacher asks about it tomorrow as she might, I'm just gonna say I'm going try again on Monday.

Cause I really don't see any other choice right now. But again, I'm really not lying about this. I'm not feeling my best right now, and this kind of pressure and stress is not doing me any favors.

[oliver-and-mushrooms]

School hasn't even started and I've already stressed myself out. The past few days it's looks like I've been sitting around doing nothing.

But my brain actually been going crazy thinking of stuff. trying to think of things I want to put in my locker, things I want to bring to class, if my bus will be picking up more or less kids and cause the time it'll pick me up to change even though I haven't gotten an email about it, trying to figure out where my locker is, trying to figure out where my classes are, trying to remember what people have said about certain teachers, setting a whole bunch of alarms for the morning and worrying that I won't wake up to them cause I'm heavy sleeper, or that I didn't put the volume all the way up or it was set to a different day or if it was set to pm instead of am. And worrying that I'll forget to take my anxiety meds (yes I have anxiety, what gave it away?) Because I rushed and forgot to take them before the bus, and then I either forgot to put extra in my bag (even though I know for a fact I did that) or that I'll just completely forget about it. I put on an alarm to remind me of meds and that helped but then I worried that it would go off on the bus which is usually very quiet in the mornings and most kids are sleeping, so I put the volume down and then I worry I won't hear it or I did it wrong and it'll go off loud anyway. And i wonder if I'll know anyone in my classes, and if I'll be awkward and mess up the introductions and ice breakers, so I thought of trying to plan out some answers to that stuff but I don't know what they'll ask. And then I think about the fact that it'll be cold in the morning so I'll probably wear pants and a sweater and maybe a coat and hat, but then what if during the day it's hot and I wish I had worn something lighter, even though I wore pants and a sweater for the majority of the year last year. And I worry about missing my bus cause that happened alot last year. And then I think about the fact that I should probably download some episodes of the podcast I've been listening to (the penumbra podcast), but also the fact that I can't listen to podcasts all day like I've been doing through the summer cause I won't be able to pay attention, but I also haven't updated my music in a good while but that probably doesn't matter cause I'll like what I had before anyway. And then I wonder if I'll wake up in time to make my lunch and get my Waterbottle, and that I might get hungry in the day if I don't have time to pack enough snacks and that I always brought a Waterbottle last year because the school has water fountains but only to fill up waterbottles and they don't give out cups so if you don't have a bottle to fill you have to buy one and I won't have money so I'd be thirsty, and if I'll get homework, and if my friends will be awkward around me cause I've missed a bunch of dnd sessions lately even though they're all nice and I don't think they'd be like that. And if someone who has a locker near me or sits near me in class is someone I don't like cause the seats don't really change after the first day and one time last year the guy in the locker beside me told me his friend thought I was cute and it was really awkward. And what if I mess up trying to find my classes and walk into a random classroom full of kids staring at me and if my headphones are charged enough cause if they die and I'm without music or podcasts that would be terrible, and what if I forget them altogether? Has my phone's battery gotten worse? It is an old phone, will it last through the day? And-

Yeah. This'll be great.

[fidius]

When I started my current biggest side gig and I realized I would have to answer emails frequently and within 24 hours or they would email me *again* I was super panicked because it takes me so long to figure out how to business email with the appropriate tone and all and I knew that I could just not handle that mental effort and also do the accompanying work that was going to get me paid. (This is especially embarrassing because I have on multiple occasions been a business-emailing teacher.) My solution was just to be straight forward and say what I had to say as simply as possible. Am I sending a file that was requested? The entire message is literally "Here you are." Answering a deadline question? "This should be done by Tuesday morning." No greetings or closings, because I still can't figure that shit out, just the bones of the message.

It's been four years now and no one has said a word about my email style, including my wife's friend who shares the company gossip with my wife. I now use this strategy with every non-social email (I simply do not answer these at all) and have had 0 negative outcomes. I think nobody actually cares about the tone of the email they get as long as it's not outright hostile and it contains the information they need.

Has this eliminated my email anxiety completely? Of course it fucking hasn't. But you know what else didn't help my email anxiety? Spending an hour writing a two-sentence email that was nearly perfect. But even though my like, anxiety per minute has not changed, my total experienced anxiety has seriously decreased because I spend way, way less passive-anxiety time knowing that I need to answer an email ruining everything else I am doing, and also way less active-anxiety time writing fucking emails someone is going to scan for the single piece of information they actually need.

One of the best worklife decisions I've ever made, honestly. Unequivocal recommendation.

[wily-one24]

fic writers: 2, 5, 6, 12, 46

Here we go!

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

-> Angst (Ha!)

-> Smut (Well, yeah).

-> Tumblr Prompt (haven't gotten one of those for a while).

Angst. Smut. Tumblr Prompts. Yep... absolutely reflect my writing style. (For reference, the rest of them were 'Alternate Universe'/ 'Alternate Universe: Stripper/Exotic Dancer'/ Dubious Consent/ Plot What Plot/ Humor).

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

You didn't specify which fic you're asking about. So... uh... I don't know. Like, I'm always ready and willing to discuss my fics. People just need to ask away. Send me an ask on tumblr. Comment on the fic itself. Send me an email. Message me... whatever. I am the easiest person to approach, honestly.

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

Again, you never specified a fic.

Imma gonna go D5 (Deep Deep Down Where the Darkness Dwells, but honestly, who's gonna type that out all the time? D5 it is. I really wanted to find a place to explore a scene that I want to add, but there just hasn't been room/ a time/ a place for it. It would disrupt the flow of it. But I can picture the scene. It would be more of a flashback regarding Elliot's past... but the flashbacks belong to Olivia's trauma.

I am planning to bring it up, more in conversation style, it's just... I can PICTURE IT, it's a very strong scene in my head.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Not that I am aware? I'm actually fairly open to writing things and have explored a lot of things outside my comfort zone when prompted, but I don't have any strong dislikes for tropes... at least not that I have changed my mind about.

I don't really read cheating fics. I don't tend to read pregnancy/baby fics (which are different from fics which HAVE pregnancy and babies in them, but really revolve around other things), or alpha/omega, or like... twee AUs like "they're all in high school and every character no matter where and how their ages lie in canon are all in the same year level"... or "basically the same, but the character defining bad thing didn't happen, so they're all happy and fluffy". I don't enjoy things that erase canon.

I take my fics to weird/extreme places, but I start them in canon and cleave to the canon closely. At least what is canon up to that point.

None of these have really changed, tbh.

In the opposite direction, I guess, I used to be a fan of, like, teacher/student fics when I was much younger, but I have really gone off that trope the more I have learned about it and the older that I get.

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?

I used to handwrite my fics. I have pages and pages of handwritten stuff in old notebooks from my uni days. It flowed so well from ink to paper, it helped my brain I think. Maybe I should try and start doing that again?

But right now I pretty much exclusively type on my computer. I need a keyboard and a screen (and a word processor type program).

A phone? Which psycho is out there writing fic on their phone? omg.

I mean, maybe somebody could... but not me. I could never write an 18,000 word chapter on a fuckingi phone screen. That's insane.

Because I use my laptop, I mostly write fic in my house, in my loungeroom, on my work desk, sometimes on the beanbag. Rarely watching TV, usually with music on. Although, sometimes I can half watch/ half write. But if I really need to concentrate, then it's music.

When I was handwriting, I used to write on the train all the time... or even at work when I had a spare moment. Wherever I could, really. I can't say whether or not if affected my fic, but I was awfully more prolific. I could update in a matter of days, rather than weeks. Same amount of words per chapter, too.

To be fair, let's not blame the handwriting/typing, train/work/home ambience 100%. It's been a decade and a half, lots of things have changed, including my mental health and physical health.

Cool quesitons, @dahllaz.

[reveluving]

meeting you ; andy barber x reader

summary: the last thing he'd expect Jacob to join is the basketball club, but soon he learns why and frankly, he’s not opposed to it.

warnings: meet-cute fluff + ‘kink’ mentioned once(!)

a/n: wow! a formal format! inspired by a vid of jaeden playing basketball and the 'handsome tigers' show (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ let me know what y’all think & don’t forget to leave some sugar <3

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'She's the 'only teacher most of them can tolerate at the crack of dawn',' ;

It's been over a week since the wondrous progress in the Barber's relationship that night and, Andy has yet to know more about Ms (L/N). He continued to wonder what was so special about the literature teacher.

Seems like the universe’s been listening to him too.

It's been an hour since they had their dinner and Andy's finishing up some work in the living room for a change. He had the television's volume on low to fill the silence. One email, in particular, had him scowling, mostly because of its sheer informality; he didn't even notice his son walking down the stairs.

Jacob waited and waited, contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to speak when something was clearly bothering his dad.

Sensing a pair of eyes in his direction, he thanked the heavens for giving him some sort of break.

"Hey Jake, just give me a sec," He closed the tab before leaning his side against the edge of the couch, "Alright what's up?"

"So um," Jacob cleared his throat, "Can I stay back in school a little longer tomorrow?" Andy's face remained neutral, but deep down, he's in suspense.

"Got a project you gotta work on?" Interested, he leaves his laptop on 'sleep mode' before beckoning the teen to sit next to him.

"No... I uh," He paused before passing his dad the flyer he had behind his back. Andy, with great suspicion, took it out of his hands before examining the paper. He blinks owlishly.

"You're joining the basketball team?" Just when he thought he couldn't be any more surprised. He hasn't shown interest in basketball in forever!

Jacob quickly shook his head.

"No no! Well, kinda? Here," He leaned in and pointed at a text, specifically, below the 'players' part.

Other Position(s): Manager

Oh?

"I don't see why not," Andy didn't see the surprise in his son's face, too busy noticing the familiar name at the very bottom.

For more enquires, contact:

Mr Fury (Coach): xxx

Ms (L/N) (Club Advisor): xxx

Ohh. So, she's in charge of the basketball club, too.

"But," Jacob stiffened, "Make sure to text me whenever you're done and on your way home," Simultaneously, he relaxes, and just like that, the grateful smile on his face was enough to make Andy forget about the stupid email from earlier.

Okay, well, he may or may not have a motive for his decision.

Surely, that teacher of his isn't that big of a deal, right?

Alas, he spoke way too soon, as he was about to find out the next day.

It was one of his first slow days, and thank goodness, too. Andy hasn't been able to get ahold of Jacob since he last texted him an hour ago. Sure, he's probably busy focusing on that club of his, but how could he not worry?

"Hey man, you good?" He looked up from his phone to find Sam, one of his colleagues that he doesn't mind hanging out with even after work.

"Not really. Jacob hasn't answered my text for a while," Sam hummed, packing up his necessities.

"Is he a part of a school club?"

"No, not yet, at least. He said he wanted to check out the basketball club practice today,"

"Oh, hey, my nephews are part of the club too! AJ and Cass," Ah, now it's all coming together. AJ is Jacob's first friend before eventually meeting his younger brother on their way home, "You ain't gotta worry, man. Their coach's hawk-eyed so the last thing those boys would want is to give him a reason to get mad,"

Andy pursed his lips.

"But, with (Y/N) around, he'll probably soften up before he can even do that," Andy straightened in his seat at the mention of her name.

"Ms (L/N)?"

"Yeah, (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, not so tall,"  Andy probably seemed lost since Sam stopped arranging his bag when he didn’t receive an answer, "Y-you don't know her?"

"Jacob's mentioned her a couple of times, but other than that, no," He crossed his arms, disliking the way that he's totally in the dark about this — about her.

"Sounds about right. Anyone studying English literature in Reve High would mention her name at least once," Sam shrugged as if it's a normal occurrence.

"Any particular reason why?" Andy pressed on, unaware of the text that came in minutes ago. Sam snorted.

"Why wouldn't anyone bring her up? If you're a student of hers, they'd say she's awesome or laidback or," He chuckled, remembering AJ's comment from word to word, "She's the 'only teacher most of them can tolerate at the crack of dawn',"

Andy couldn't help with the amusement on his face.

"But, if you're asking as a stranger who's interested," He raised his brows at his suggestive remark, "Then I'd say she's the whole package,"

Oh, so she's not a carbon copy of Jacob's fifty-something-year-old classroom teacher?

Sam didn't bother continuing, finding the curious yet frustrated look in the attorney's face hilarious.

"Look, I'm not spoiling anything. She's just a really good friend of Sarah and I,"

"She sounds like the school's favourite,"

"Oh, I'd say she's the town's favourite. Well, most of the town's favourite," He looked around before leaning in close, "Some moms find her iffy but it's just 'cause their man talks a lot about her, too,"

Ooh. Those kinds of people.

"I'm surprised you haven't even seen her, though, considering that she lives closer to you than us," He zipped up his bag, "But, you could in a bit. You can check up on your kid and meet her at the same time,"

Huh. Not a bad idea, Wilson.

"But," ?

"Fury's a bit of a grouch so yeah,"

Eh, well, that's not an issue.

"We’ll see,"

What he really meant was 'absolutely'.

He wouldn’t mind waiting in the car but what bothered him was the lack of replies from his boy. Just once after Sam left but that was it.

Again, he knows he shouldn’t assume the worse but Jacob had to understand where this was coming from. So, even after checking a couple of emails and no indication of Jacob anywhere, he gave in to his guts and entered the school compounds.

"Excuse me," The lady behind the desk was clearly annoyed by the interruption. That is until she laid her eyes on him and just like that, she leaned forward and... batted her eyelashes.

He nearly cringed out of instinct.

"Yes, sir?" She purred and almost immediately, he wanted to turn around and leave.

For Jacob.

"I'm here to see my son, he's at the gym," He explained in his no-nonsense tone.

"Of course, may I have your I.D?" He passed her his card and looked anywhere but her as she keyed in the necessary on the computer, "Alright, sir, I can walk you to the gym if you'd li-"

"No, thank you," He answered sharply before making his move to his location as soon as she gave him his I.D back. He did, however, enjoy the dejection in her face.

Thank goodness for that tour during Jacob's registration day.

He didn't have to walk very long before the gym came into sight. The sounds of shoes squeaking and basketballs slamming gave it away, too.

Though, he's not entirely sure what he's nervous about.

Or, he just doesn't want to acknowledge what he's nervous about.

Nonetheless, he pushed the door open, only to spot three people observing from one side. They had their backs turned to him, but Andy could immediately recognize the one of the right — Jacob.

"Alright, move it. Hit the showers, then come back for each of your statuses," The first guy has to be Coach Fury, judging by the way he barked out his orders.

He didn't even have the time to time speculate the person — the lady that stood in between them before Jacob turned around, noticing his dad at the door.

"Dad?" Simultaneously, you and Coach Fury followed his gaze and holy shit.

You were not ready to see such a hunk of a man. In business attire.

Unbeknownst to you, Andy was checking you out just as much. Whatever mental image he had based on Sam's descriptions were nothing compared to the real you. Hell, he finally understood why you were the talk of the school, nay, town!

You’re probably in your mid-to-late twenties. Your captivating (E/C) eyes — full of wonder, kindness and dare he say, enthrallment as they complemented your (S/C) skin. Suited up in your white tracksuit that nearly yet perfectly accentuated your curves. 

You’re not what he expected, and in the best way possible, mind you.

Now's not the good time to be ogling at his son's teacher, though, but damn, what he wouldn’t give to-

"Can I help you?" Andy's eyes narrowed at the authoritative tone he's received from the man Sam warned about. No matter, he's not intimidated by the older man. Not even with the scar on his left eye.

"I'm here to see my son, Jacob," He replied, biting back a snarky remark that would've thrown you or Jacob off. The two stared down at each other for who knows how long but was de-escalated just as quick when a member, possibly the captain, cautiously approached Fury.

"Coach, the status report...?" He showed him the clipboard, albeit, shaking at the sudden attention for interrupting, or to you and Jacob, saving the situation. Fury clicked his tongue before turning to Jacob.

"Appreciate your time, Barber," He patted the teen's shoulder and followed the captain elsewhere, but not before giving Andy the stink-eye. Andy seemed much more indifferent, but Jacob knew his father all too well. He could only hope that wasn't a sign of disapproval of joining the club.

"I'm so sorry about that," You sighed at his behaviour before smiling up at the man before you, "Nick’s always been wary of new faces, especially when he’s in coach mode,” 

“No harm done,” He waved the apology off. It’s not like you’re the one who offended him, so why were you saying sorry on his behalf? Still, he couldn’t help but take a liking to your euphonious voice, “I had to stop by ‘cause Jake didn’t answer my texts for a while when I clearly told him to yesterday,”

Despite the hint of annoyance in his tone, he was clearly anxious about his whereabouts. As he repeated time and time again, he’s just very worried about his boy. 

“Sorry, dad,” Jacob scratched the back of his hand, embarrassed that it’s not just him he's scolding, but you as well, “I got a little too into the practice session,” It’s times like these that Andy couldn’t help but feel bad but his constant worries were inevitable. 

“He’s quite the team player, even if he’s not playing,” You chimed in, hoping his dad would let him off the hook. You felt partially responsible since you were the one showing him the ropes, “I’ve never seen anyone so enthusiastic to learn about the manager position until he came in. I’d say he'll be an excellent addition to the team. Of course, that’s up to him if he’s truly interested in joining the club,”

Andy clearly saw how grateful Jacob was for your appreciation and thought to himself for a moment. 

“Can I speak to you for a moment, Ms (L/N)?” Shit. Maybe you shouldn’t have opened your mouth, “It’s nothing serious, don’t worry,”

Nope, that didn’t help at all.

“Ah, s-sure,” You cursed at yourself for stuttering. Even Jacob’s scared for you.

“Jake, you go ahead and hang out with your friends. I won’t be long,” He knew better than to argue so he glanced at you for a second with an expression that seemed to say ‘sorry’ before leaving the two of you to your discussion. You clasped your hands, hoping to control your rapidly beating heart.

“Sorry,” You didn’t expect him to apologize so he took your silence as an opportunity to continue, “Parental anxiety and whatnot,” You knew there was more to the story but you’re in no position to ask.

“Understandable, Mr Barber,” You nodded, “I hope you’re not angry at him, though,”

You and Andy watched as Jacob listened to Cass, AJ and a few other members attentively, stifling their laughs when one of his friends were called out by Coach Fury for disrupting.

“I didn’t think he’d be interested in a sports club, let alone basketball,” You admitted, “He’s always been the shy type in literature class but he asks questions after, so I’m not too worried about his performance,”

It’s amazing how Andy felt the need to tell you the story from A to Z, despite only knowing you for less than five minutes.

No, don't be making rash decisions, Andrew.

“Speaking of literature class,” He turned his full body to you, prompting you to do the same, although you had to look up a little and truthfully, something about the situation stirred inside him. Not a bad feeling, just very... different? 

It's his newfound kink but shh he doesn’t know that yet-

“A certain someone has been speaking highly of your class,” If you weren’t bashful enough for being in his presence, you are now.

“Which Wilson decided to open their mouth?” You groaned through your hands.

“Hey, I could be talking about Jacob, for all you know. But, I will say that he's quite the blabbermouth,” He hinted, hoping you’d catch it right away.

“Of course it’s Sam who told you,” You rolled your eyes. His sister was a total opposite so there’s no denying that he’s the culprit, and Jacob plus ‘blabbermouth’ didn’t seem right either, “It’s my responsibility, isn’t it? I want them to enjoy the subject as much as I do, the same goes for this club. Jacob may not know a lot about the knowledge behind it but so did I. So... as a faculty advisor, as long as he’s willing to learn, I shouldn’t give up on him,” 

Who knew you were able to coax a smile out of him without even trying? Damn, and that passion of yours, too? 

“He knows, he just doesn’t remember,” He looked straight ahead — at you, though he wasn’t focusing and instead, reminisced little Jacob and his sudden infatuation for basketball at one point. A point where the family felt peace. 

Boy, you didn’t like how he grew quiet but you understood that he’s not used to this... vulnerable moment. So, you were able to think fast.

“Well, then I’ll gladly help him the best I can. Who knows, I might even learn a thing or two, too,” You knew he acknowledge the ambiguity in your sentence and yet, he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Andrew, but call me Andy,”

Now, of course, you calling him Mr Barber is quite the treat but he's able to keep it together.

For now.

He offered you his hand, “Again, I’m really sorry for earlier,” It was hard for him to not notice the way your small hand fit into his massive one, though.

“(Y/N), and no apologies needed,” Coincidentally, the team dispersed, officially ending the day. Although, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a tad disappointed. You were starting to enjoy Andy’s company but also ashamed for thinking you had a chance with him. 

Okay, you might've peeped the lack of a wedding band on his finger but that's besides the point.

Still, you wanted this relationship to flourish. If not for you, then for their new and hopefully improved lives.

“(L/N),” Fury called you over, waving the thick folder that you'd need to sort out soon.

“Well, that’s my cue,” You gave him an apologetic smile for having to cut the conversation short before grinning at Jacob, approaching the two of you with less apprehension, “Hope today’s session was beneficial to you, Jacob. Let me or Mrs May know if you’re up for the club or not, okay?”

“I will, thanks, Ms (L/N),” Andy hasn’t felt this sense of calm but he could only hope to feel more of it in the near future. As much as he’d like to see you and Jacob interact so naturally the same way you did with him, he didn’t want you feel to Fury’s wrath for stalling. 

“Next time, then?” He tested the waters, and thank goodness he did.

“Next time,” You gave him a thumbs-up before waving at the two, “Get home safely, you two!” They watched her interact with the hard-headed teacher in charge. There’s honestly something so comical about the dynamics between the two.

Andy and (Y/N)’s will be a lot more sweet & spicy later on but let’s not talk about that yet-

“C’mon, let’s just order dinner tonight. Your pick,” The two head out together as Andy listened to what tasks his son has done so far. Judging by the way his eyes lit up and how he even bid goodbye to his friends, including his newest ones, on their way to the car, Andy knew he was far from done.

With (Y/N) around, too?

Well, he’s not opposed to it, to be honest.

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[cutest-bunny-writings]

How have you been doing?

(This is a very long answer, sorry.😓)

Current Mood: depressed (black) and angry (red)

Why:

Literally no one was listening to me today even when I was trying to tell them something important like "we have a massive test coming up next week." And I have a teacher that tells us to email her and she still hasn't answered any of my emails about my assignments where I didn't understand the directions.

I asked to be taken to the mall or something so I could go walk off my huge dinner but I was the only one that wanted to go and everybody else was like "just go walk the culdasac" but I wanted to go to the mall because there's always new things to look at in stores and I like going into the clothing stores to look at pretty colors and patterns and feel the fabrics so I can know if I'll like something or not. It's also incredibly irritating that after being dismissed and ignored that I'm still expected the function the same when people know that I don't work like that.

Sorry to rant about these two really stupid things.😅

[omnivorousshipper]

I HAD A THOUGHT AT WORK!!!! For a future request 😅 What if Deck gets a call from Sam who's upset and crying that Luke hasn't been back in a while but he forgot his phone at home so she couldn't get in contact with him. SO! Deck was the last person he's called so she assumes they work together. Now Deckard can't deny an upset child so he goes out of his way to look for Hobbs. When he returns him unharmed. Sam is so excited especially after talking so often with Deckard so she's updated and to help keep her calm, that she accidently called Deckard "Dad"!!! It's an accident, but Hobbs notices how close the two had gotten in such a short time! Especially with Sam's want for family! 😍😍💕💕💕💕

AHHHHH!!! I love this sooooo much!!! I absolutely love the idea that Sam 'adopts' Deckard before he and Luke even start dating! So, what's Luke supposed to do? Not date the guy his daughter sees as a second dad???

~~~~

Taking a shaky breath, Sam felt tears prick at the edge of her vision as she held her dad’s phone in her hands. It felt so big in her hands and she couldn’t help the tears that rolled down her cheeks as she turned the phone on and saw a picture of her and her dad. Her soccer team had just won their last game of the season and her dad had picked her up to sit on his shoulders. Just seeing his smiling face made her even more scared and worried about where he was.

She typed in the password, her birthday, and went through his phone. Where had he gone? Did he have anything from work that said so?

But there was nothing. He only had his personal email on his phone, using a different cell phone for work. But she knew that a few of his work friends would call him personally. Going through his calls, she saw one labeled “Shaw”.

That wasn’t a first name, so it had to be someone her dad worked with!

Excited, she tapped on the name and waited for the person to answer. After two rings, a gruff voice answered.

“Damnit, Hobbs!” The man growled. “Can’t you leave me alone for one bloody day?” “Um.” Sam said nervously. “Is this Shaw?”

The man was silent for a beat.

“Yes. Who am I speaking to?”

“Uh, my name’s Sam. My dad is Agent Luke Hobbs.” She said proudly, but deflated when she spoke next. “Do you know where he is?” “Where he is?” The man repeated.

“He left about two weeks ago,” Sam rushed to explain. “He said he would be back last week, but he didn’t! He left his phone here and hasn’t called me. This isn’t like him! Do you work with my dad? Do you know where he is?”

The man was quiet again and Sam started to feel a sense of panic rise in her chest. Was this man not a friend of her dad’s? Would he help her? “All right, sweetie.” The man started to speak softly. “My name’s Deckard Shaw. I’ve worked with your dad before, and I can help find him. Did he say where he was going?”

“No.” Sam nearly cried. He was going to help her dad!

“Ok, that’s fine.” Deckard said smoothly. “I should be able to track him down, but it might take me some time.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

--

Sam was sitting on her bed, finishing her math homework when her dad’s phone started to ring. She almost flew across her bed to grab it off the nightstand and shouted into the phone when she answered.

“Hello?” A chuckle greeted her and she couldn’t help but feel comforted by the voice on the other end. “Hi, Deckard!”

“Hello, Sammy.”

“Did you find my dad?”

“Not yet, love.” Deckard’s voice sounded regretful as he answered. “But I found out where he was going and who might have gone after him.”

“Do you think he’s ok?” Sam hated how much her voice wobbled.

“Yes.” Deckard told her firmly. “Your old man is one of the toughest men I know. He won’t let anyone beat him down.”

Smiling, Sam wiped at a tear that had rolled down her cheek without knowing it.

“Thanks, Deckard.”

“Just Deck is fine, love.” Deckard told her kindly. “What are you up to?”

“Just working on homework. My teacher keeps giving us more and more every day!”

“That’s what teachers are supposed to do.”

“Yeah, but she even makes us do homework on the weekends!”

“How horrible.”

“It is! I need time to practice!”

“Practice?”

“Yeah! Soccer! My team is the reigning champions!” She said proudly and even though Deckard couldn’t see it, she even stuck out her chest like she’s seen her dad do.

“Impressive.” Deckard praised her. “You need to keep that winning streak alive.”

“And that’s why I need my dad back!” Sam told him quietly. “He’s our coach and we couldn’t do so well if he’s not her. I miss him, Deck.”

“I know, love. I’ll get him back for you. Just so he can practice football with you.”

“Thanks, Deck.” Sam smiled. “But, did you mean soccer?”

--

Every afternoon, Deckard would call her and give her updates on where he was on finding her dad. He would always tell her what news he had and then ask her how her day was going. As she told him all about it, she would ask him questions about his life. She especially loved hearing about his brother and sister. She wanted to meet Deckard and his family so badly!

And then came the day he called her with the best news. She had just come home from school when she heard the phone.

“Deck?”

“Hi, Sammy.”

“What’s going on? Did you find him? Is my dad ok? Is he hurt?” She asked rapid fire

“I’m alright, Sam.”

“Dad?!” Sam nearly screamed as she heard her father’s voice. “Are you ok? Where were you?”

“I got in a tricky situation, but Deckard here helped me out. Thank you for calling him.”

“Of course, dad!”

She spent the next half hour talking to him, every so often asking him if he was truly all right. You never tell with her dad. He said he was perfectly fine after jumping out of a building!

“Sammy?” Deckard’s voice came again, interrupting the father and daughter.

“Yeah, Deck?”

“We need to go, love. But, I should have your da to you by tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Deck!”

--

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Sam bit her lip as she sat in the school’s office. She had been called out of class for some reason and was scared if she was in trouble or not. The secretary only smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, honey. Your dad said he was picking you up early.”

Sam’s eyes went wide.

Her dad?!

Almost vibrating, Sam let out a shout of joy when she saw two people walk in through the door.

“Dad!”

“Sam!” Luke Hobbs laughed as his daughter ran into his arms and he twirled her around. “It’s so good to see you, sweetheart!”

“I missed you so much, dad!” Sam cried into his shoulder. “Please don’t do that again!”

“I’ll make sure he won’t.” Another person spoke up.

Lifting her head from her dad’s shoulder, Sam saw another man standing just behind her dad and she instantly recognized the voice.

“Dad!” She shouted with excitement. “Thank you so much for finding him!”

Deckard stared at her with wide eyes and pink coloring his cheeks.

“Yeah.” Luke chuckled. “I wouldn’t be here without him. How about you thank him properly, huh, Sam?”

Sam nodded rapidly as her dad set her down and she raced towards Deckard. Slamming into him, she wrapped her arms around his waist as squeezed. Strong arms wrapped around her gently and Sam couldn’t have felt safer.

Watching the two, Luke wasn’t sure what to think.

Since when did Sam call anyone else ‘dad’?

But, watching Deckard and Sam, he could see the bond they had formed. It was obvious by the proud and loving expression on Deckard’s face that he truly cared for Sam. And Sam was never that physically affectionate with anyone she didn’t love dearly.

Guess I won’t have to worry about telling Sam that I want to date Deckard, Luke thought as a smile crossed over his face

[justtrying-studyblog]

The Meaning of Life & Other Discoveries at 18

Hey, it's been a bit, hasn't it? I've thought about updating sooner, but frankly, my life was turned upside down and I never knew just how to phrase everything that has happened. Not to say that I feel ready now, but I need to tell you guys.

I'm not going to Keele University (school in England) anymore.

It's weird for me to say, part of me feels ashamed. As though it were my fault as if this just proves that I truly am a failure. As if the other shoe has finally dropped. However, in reality, it just wasn't the right choice.

I had a lot of worries from the beginning about that school. It took them a month after my IB results were posted to finally access them and tell me I wasn't accepted into their forensic science program. It broke my heart, to be honest. I had never truly failed at something like that before, never had someone tell me straight out no for something I've worked my butt off and have been praying for. However, they did accept me into their law program, where I would be studying law and criminology. Handy dandy, right? Forensic scientists still need some law background to really succeed, right? However, it was law in a country that I don't live in, and don't know if I want to spend the rest of my life in.

Nevertheless, I accepted and started getting ready for the school year. Emails were being sent almost daily filled with questions, pleas for reconsideration, and the occasional update request. Because, within a month of being accepted, I still had not received an IT account, student email, or any visa information. I hadn't even gotten any responses to my emails asking about them.

Flash to a week before, I had tickets booked, bags packed, bid my farewells to everyone, and was panicking because I still did not have a visa nor an IT account. A week before I left, I finally received the information to apply for a visa, and promptly submitted my application, however, it was Friday, and all centers to get my fingerprints for the visa were closed. This was the last step and the end was in sight, but there was a BRP shaped hole between me and it.

To say I was stressed is an understatement. I spent every night panicked, crying, and trying to convince myself that I did want to study law and that this was the right choice for me. Unfortunately, they also had a horrible call center and they always seemed to be closed (especially with the 7 hr time difference). So, I stayed up late three days before my trip (it was previously the weekend) to contact them.

I was binging Great British Bake Off while waiting for their call centers to open so that I could finally sort out everything. Come 4am, I'm not able to get a hold of anyone since the department I needed didn't appear to have working phones for some reason. My sleep-deprived, anxious self then receives an email that just broke me.

We cannot do anything, you will have to sort it out on your own.

I snapped, I was exhausted and more stressed than I have ever been in my life and I just broke down in my living room at 4 in the morning. My parents came downstairs and helped me calm down and they talked through a solution with me, and at 5am I went to bed, a single thought echoing in my mind.

"I don't want to go"

It's scary. You're expected to figure out your entire life's path at just 18. You get advice from everyone; parents, sisters, teachers, and friends who all think they know best, but in the end, it's on you. And after having your hand held your entire academic career and being told exactly what to do, this is a very daunting task.

Especailly when you feel as though you've chosen wrong. One thought that kept circulating in my head is that this was my first decision in my adult life, and I can't seem to get it right.

Although, despite this decision being yours to make, I do recommend talking things through with someone you value the opinion of. For me, that's my oldest sister. We sat down the next day and she asked me why I wanted to go. When I couldn't answer, she asked me why I would be paying all that money to go somewhere to study something I don't even care for. And then, it all made sense. I wouldn't.

All this fear of making the wrong choice. Of feeling like no matter what I did, I'd be disappointing someone. And in the end, I had to stay true to what I want, why I want to continue learning, and what I want to learn. The next day, I sent out an email to Keele withdrawing my application and started my search for a school that will answer my calls, let me study what I want, and not make me stress beyond belief.

It's tough, I'll admit. Part of me is ashamed to not be in school now and watching all my friends make a new life for themselves in their respective schools. I never imagined this path for me.

But I'm starting to think that's the secret of life. You can't anticipate what's going to happen next. Sure, you can make plans and have a general idea, but it never truly works out that way, does it? I mean, I never imagined my senior year would be taken over by a global pandemic, or that I wouldn't be studying straight out of high school.

Life doesn't go how you expect it to. No one controls it's path, we merely learn to walk it.

This isn't how I expected my life to go, but that doesn't mean it's wrong. It just means I'll have more to tell years from now. And that also doesn't mean my life is immediately better, I'm now back at step 1 of finding a university, but now I have the hindsight to not settle, and to go for what I want, not what I am expected to want. University is a journey, and man, if this is the beginning, I can't even imagine what's about to come. So, for now...

✨Stay safe and take a deep breath, you're where you're meant to be✨

[taetaespeaches]

I spent half a day writing my final paper for a class and I just got a zero on it. My submission like fully disappeared. My teacher hasn't answered my emails and I'm just so pissed off. I need that grade to pass the class.

Um what the fuck? Did this just happen today? Because if so give your teacher a little bit of time to respond, they may have not seen it yet. If it’s been a day or so since you submitted it then I’d email again and pester the fuck out of them. You did the assignment it needs to be graded. That’s bullshit, I’m sorry this happened love. You’re allowed to be angry and stressed but try to keep your head up, lovely

[lucisfavoritedemon]

Fate & Destiny: Mistakes Were Made

Pairing: Dean x Nelly

Summary: Nell and Dean are sent away from shoplifting, but things don’t exactly go how they thought.

Warnings: Spoilers (episode of Season 9 and part of a few episodes of Season 11).

Word Count: 1338

A/N: Words in italics are things happening while Nell and Sam read the book. Some chapters won't have any because those are read silently, but the ones with italics are being read aloud.

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It was February, 1995, when our first mistake takes place. Dean had gone and gambled all of the food money John had given him to make sure Nell and Sam we're fed. It was Nell’s brilliant idea to shoplift from the convenient store. Both were horrible decisions that ended up with them in seperate homes for delinquents.

Nell was sent to an all girl’s home called Miss Hewitt's Home for Juvenile Girls, while Dean was sent to a boy’s home, called Sonny’s Home for Boys, just a mile down the road. They were stuck in this place till someone could get a hold of John. Nell and Dean both had horrible expectations of these places, and of course they both thought the worst when it came to John finding out. Both were surprised, yet not at the same time, that John wanted them to stay there till he came to get them. Dean thought the worst about what would happen to Sam, and Nell was just worried about what might happen to her.

“Woah! Wait a sec! That is not what I thought at all!” Nell yelled at Sam, who was sitting across from her in the Bunker Library.

“Maybe Chuck doesn't know what you were thinking.” Sam rationalized

“But he's God. God knows everything. How could he misinterpret what I was thinking.”

“Maybe he didn't.”

“Whatever, just continue reading.”

Nell and Dean we're settling nicely into there new temporary lives. School was going well for Dean he was a Sophomore and already found himself a girlfriend. Nell, who was a Freshman (she skipped a grade through passing extremely hard tests), on the other hand was struggling with this new arrangement, and she did not like the fact that her best friend had someone else he wanted to rely on. She felt this girl was changing him, and he started to drift away from her.

“Hey Dean.” She approached him cautiously.

“Oh hi Nelly.” He said barely taking a glance at her.

“It's Nell, and do you mind if I sit with you?” She asked hesitantly, but also stern because now that she had this new nickname, she hated her actual name.

“Um this spot is actually being saved for someone.” He looked over at a girl and waved her over. She had long brown hair, and, overall, she was really pretty. Nell walked away knowing the seat was for her. She didn't talk to him much after that.

2 weeks had rolled by and still John had not shown up, but Dean didn't care he wanted to stay. He wanted to stay with Robin in a place where he didn't have to be the hero all the time. He started to take up wrestling, and was actually kind of good at it.

It was going quite the opposite direction for Nell. She was just told that if she wanted to they had finally found family in England who would be willing to take her in and finish raising her.

The news hit her like a ton of bricks. She didn't want to leave, she liked it in the states, and she didn't want to be away from Dean. No matter how horribly he treated her for a girl he was always going to be her best friend. So, she decided to ask Dean. If he even hesitated on answering she would stay and wait for John to come and get them, but if didn't hesitate on answering to yes, then she would leave because he made it perfectly clear that he didn't want her around anymore. She just hoped he would tell her no and apologize for treating her so poorly. She would totally forgive him in a heartbeat.

“Hey Dean?” She approached him sitting in the bench outside of Sonny's.

“Hi Nell, uh what are you doing here?” He looked flustered, like he was trying to hide something.

“I wanted to ask you something.” She spoke, but he just kept frantically looking around.

“Sure.” He answered still not really paying attention to her.

“I wanted to ask if you wanted me around anymore. Miss Hewitt found living relatives in England and U wanted to ask if you thought it was a good idea for me to go, or if I should stay and just wait for John?”

“Yeah that sounds like a great idea do it.” He answered, and Nell was heartbroken, then she noticed Robin coming down the driveway, and she knew what his decision was.

“Well I guess this is goodbye.” She spoke softly not even sure if he could hear her, and she honestly didn't care anymore. The damage had been done.

“Yeah bye.” He blatantly stated before he walked over to Robin.

Bell walked off toward Miss Hewitt’s, and gave her, her answer. She was going to England, and living the remainder of her life there until she could afford to come back, and even then she's not even sure she would.

“Dean really said that to you?” Sam asked looking at you confused as to why Dean would do something like that to his girlfriend, or why she would even want to be with him after that.

“He was all caught up in Robin that he barely even knew what u was saying. He didn't even remember me asking the question.”

“So you gave him a free pass?”

“No he apologized for what he did even though he didn't realize what he had done.”

“Oh okay.” Sam rolled his eyes, but continued reading.

The last few days of her life in the states was hard. She wanted him to notice her one last time, and she didn't want their last encounter to be all she remembers in 30 years when people ask her how her life was back in the states, and why did she decided to move to the UK.

She wanted to at least give him a proper goodbye, but by the time she was going to, the car that was going to take her to the airport had arrived. She had no time left. She was going to have to hold on to the good memories if Dean, Sam, and John. They would always be her second family, and she was going to miss them even if they never thought about her again.

A week had passed since Nell was taken to the UK,  and Dean wanted to talk to get about something personal, but he couldn't find her anywhere. He asked every teacher and student who had ever come into contact with her. No one knew where she was. She hadn't been to school for a while. All of the just assumed she was sick with a cold.

Dean decided to head to Miss Hewitt's and ask her where Nell had been…

“Wait… it took him that long to figure out you were gone?” Sam queried.

“Sh, keep reading.” Nell ordered.

“Hi Miss Hewitt? I'm looking for a girl named Nelly Charles though she goes by Nell.” Dean looked at the woman doing paperwork at the front desk.

“She left a week ago boy. I just emailed the school to remind them to take her off the rosters. Silly people keep calling to tell me she hasn't shown up for class. Of course not she's not even in the country.” Miss Hewitt said not looking up from her papers.

“What do you mean she's not even in the country?”

“Boy please leave to do my work. She left to live with her grandparents until she is the proper age live on her own. Now please go away and quit distracting me.” She looked up angry before going back to what she was doing.

Dean had no idea what to say. He was lost now. There were things he wanted to tell her that he didn't get a chance to tell her. She was gone from his life forever, and she was never coming back. This hit him like a ton of bricks. Now he was truly alone.

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[gooperblooper]

my teacher hasn't answered my email but i know she's been online cuz she updated blackboard

seriously all i want to know is which assignment i'm supposed to turn in today because she said two opposing things

like i have no idea how nobody else has asked her yet and had her put up some class-wide statement clarifying because the assignment upload page and the syllabus and her posts say different things and i don't wanna turn in one assignment and realize i had to turn in another

[sadskeletonscientist]

As a continuation to my utter fiasco of a Monday my 11 a.m. is also cancelled. Three of my classmates have parked in the greenhouse parking lot and driven away, I texted my teacher to ask him if we were having class and he hasn't answered. My email has not been updated since this morning. So it basically appears I drove all the way out here for nothing. My next class is it 5 p.m. I could have been doing so much housework or even shopping for actual work. Complete and utter garbage. I don't understand how every year on the first snow Chicago inns lose their minds, every single year the same thing happens sometimes it's before Thanksgiving but usually it's after, the first good snow happens everybody knows it's coming everybody says it probably won't be that bad and the next day no one remembers how to drive! The schools are closed there's always an accident on i-80, why do you do this Chicago we know it's coming you know what you have to do. You have to not be f****** morons just f****** drive be conscientious of other people on the road. But then again this is the Chicagoland area and we suck hard butthole. shitcago. That's what we are. I'm going home.

School was cancelled

So I have an 8am Psychology class and got up and got ready to go like every other Monday. It takes anywhere from a half hour to an hour to get to school and it snowed pretty good last night, but that’s fine I’ve live in the Chicago land area my whole life, it snows every year and at least once the plows aren’t deployed fast enough. I get to school with a few minutes to spare and there. is. no one. School was cancelled, or at least closed untill 10. My next class wasn’t till 11. Fuck me. I should have checked my email, I could have shoveled the driveway or eaten breakfast!