Post by Jozefiene Holland on Sept 4, 2024 18:31:02 GMT -7
ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯.
Conor McCluskey ❤︎ outfit: school uniform ❤︎ penned by sylv
❝︎ Today marks the start of our beginning of year research project ! You will be working in pairs . You will find your pair on the board behind me . ❞︎
Jozefiene tuned the English teacher out after that . Why did someone like her need to go to school , anyway ? She was already smart . She didn't need these stupid classes . She thinks this , yet , she excelled in all of them , despite the school year just starting . She never needed to try . They would pass her , she knew it . None of them wanted to face the wrath of the King and Queen after failing their precious daughter . It was better to keep the peace and let her graduate , no matter how bad she performed in class . Still , she would always get an earful from her parents if she didn't do her work . Somehow , they knew all the time when she was and wasn't trying . It was as if they were psychic . It was annoying .
❝︎ Come on ! I don't even like this person ! Why don't you put me with the princess !? ❞︎
❝︎ As if you deserve to be with her , I called dibs first ! ❞︎
❝︎ No , I did ! ❞︎
❝︎ Now , now -- the pairs have already been picked . I will not be changing them . Take your seats . ❞︎
And , it was already starting . The fight to be with her . To be next to her . To breathe the same air as her . The thought of speaking to her made these people mad . It wasn't anything new , but it filled her ego to be wanted that much . She only looked on , giving the kids a sparkly white smirk , which made them flush with affection , and made them argue more . It was fun , seeing children argue . She hoped it would escalate into a fight , but alas , she needed to get up off her ass and check who her partner was , and not look like a deer in headlights , sitting at her desk .
This .. Conor McCluskey person . She didn't know him . She didn't know anyone in class , really . What she did know , was that he was privileged to be paired with her. No matter if he was a bully type , the depressed suicidal type , they all loved her the same . She wondered if he was the insecure type , the ones where she could gaslight and victim blame . Or the violent type , where she would overexaggerate her injuries and get him expelled .
She would just have to find out , wouldn't she ?
She cleared her throat , an innocent , honeyed voice escaping her lips , ❝︎ Conor ? Is he here today ... ? ❞︎ she turned to the class and asked , making sure her expression was pure , even putting a hand on her chest to make it seem like she was trying her hardest to project her voice . Her posture , shy , and proper . She'll play nice for now .
Jozefiene tuned the English teacher out after that . Why did someone like her need to go to school , anyway ? She was already smart . She didn't need these stupid classes . She thinks this , yet , she excelled in all of them , despite the school year just starting . She never needed to try . They would pass her , she knew it . None of them wanted to face the wrath of the King and Queen after failing their precious daughter . It was better to keep the peace and let her graduate , no matter how bad she performed in class . Still , she would always get an earful from her parents if she didn't do her work . Somehow , they knew all the time when she was and wasn't trying . It was as if they were psychic . It was annoying .
❝︎ Come on ! I don't even like this person ! Why don't you put me with the princess !? ❞︎
❝︎ As if you deserve to be with her , I called dibs first ! ❞︎
❝︎ No , I did ! ❞︎
❝︎ Now , now -- the pairs have already been picked . I will not be changing them . Take your seats . ❞︎
And , it was already starting . The fight to be with her . To be next to her . To breathe the same air as her . The thought of speaking to her made these people mad . It wasn't anything new , but it filled her ego to be wanted that much . She only looked on , giving the kids a sparkly white smirk , which made them flush with affection , and made them argue more . It was fun , seeing children argue . She hoped it would escalate into a fight , but alas , she needed to get up off her ass and check who her partner was , and not look like a deer in headlights , sitting at her desk .
This .. Conor McCluskey person . She didn't know him . She didn't know anyone in class , really . What she did know , was that he was privileged to be paired with her. No matter if he was a bully type , the depressed suicidal type , they all loved her the same . She wondered if he was the insecure type , the ones where she could gaslight and victim blame . Or the violent type , where she would overexaggerate her injuries and get him expelled .
She would just have to find out , wouldn't she ?
She cleared her throat , an innocent , honeyed voice escaping her lips , ❝︎ Conor ? Is he here today ... ? ❞︎ she turned to the class and asked , making sure her expression was pure , even putting a hand on her chest to make it seem like she was trying her hardest to project her voice . Her posture , shy , and proper . She'll play nice for now .