~Abusing Authority~
Summary: Chandra Brown is your average rebellious and punk junior in high school. She takes Creative writing thinking that it will be an easy A and because she likes writing, but she gets more than what she asked for, a forced relationship with her teacher. Containing graphic rape, abuse, depression, and other things that go along with that. It's rated R for a reason people! If you don't like it then don't read it, other then that, enjoy and please R&R!
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It's the first day of school again and by golly how much do I love that! URGH! Thankfully most of my teachers aren't that boring, or don't care if you sleep. Oh! I also don't have any classes with Ashley, who has been my arch nemesis since 2nd grade when she accused me of stealing her hot pink crayon. At least there was only one class left in the day, Creative Writing with some Mr. Alkio.
If only my school didn't start this annoying uniform deal this year. They were almost exactly the same as catholic ones except that the skirts and ties were green and not blue. I refused to wear them appropriately anyways, my shirt for the most part was "correct" besides that my tie was around my waist as a belt and my shoes were black leather lace up go-go boots with 3 inch heals (not the black dress shoes with a maximum of 2 inches that we were instructed to wear in the new handbook) along with that my new style of hair was ... mentioned, the sonic blue streaks in my strawberry blond locks were a "distraction" to other students. Not surprising enough it was Mrs. Webber who made that comment, the irritating middle-aged English teacher that still thinks it is the 50's and cartilage piercing and the word "sucks" makes you a "wild, out of control teenager".
"Alright everyone, calm down here so I can put you in your assigned seats." The entire class groaned as they got up and moved to the front because already had found their places next to their friends and resented moving and getting stuck besides a "dweeb" or someone they didn't know, most of the time meaning me. "Okay, thank you I want Sarah Abrams in the seat closest to the door, then Alyssa Brenner, Jason Brenner, Sean Bogner, and in the seat next to the window Chandra Brown." He looks up from his paper to get an idea of who everyone is as they move to their designated seat and comes to me doodling an amine style person in my notebook in the seat that he wanted me in. "I see you already knew where you seat was, Miss Brown?"
"Yes?" I look up from my drawing and tilt my head "Oh. One, I like windows, two the back seats were already taken, and three I looked at the seating chart on your desk." I flash him a quick smile and then continue with my doodle.
I finished my drawing roughly around the same time that Mr. Alkio accomplished informing everyone as to where they will be seated for the semester. "Since it's only the first day and I wasted.." he looked at the clock, "15 minutes of a 40 minute class telling you all where to sit I am just going to have you fill out these information cards so when you get suspended I know what numbers to call to get a hold of your parents, have your name, address, phone number and e-mail address on them." He handed me a stack of note cards and I took one passing the rest along the row of students.
"Favorite word." He took the stack of note cards that I handed back to him and I tilted my head again, confused.
"What?"
"Say your favorite word, this is creative writing and that is a better question then 'what bands do you listen to.' Agreed?"
"Uh, yes sir. My favorite word is insubordination." He grinned and asked me why, "because next to dress code it is the reason that shows up most on my pink slips, and I just like how it sounds."
He went to the person sitting behind me and I couldn't help but gawk at him. This guy was seriously different than any of the other teachers here. Mr. Alkio appeared to only be around 23-26, fresh out of college (or close to it), which would explain some of his weird behavior. He was also fairly, to put it exceedingly lightly, attractive. He was tall, over 6 foot and had iceblue eyes that were a contrast to his black hair and tanned complexion.
The bell finally rang and everyone, including myself were leaving or packing up to leave. "Chandra," I looked around at Mr. Alkio as I slung my book bag over my shoulder, "even though it doesn't specifically say in the dress code, your tie, if I am not mistaken, is to go around your neck. Unless you need it to hold up your skirt it should be there." I rolled my emerald eyes and he continued, "hey, the school board pays me to teach and enforce the rules, I am obligated to say something. ¿entendido?"
"Sí, un poco." I sighed and left.
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Doesn't that review button look "OH SO SEXY?" Please review! It makes me update faster, actually… here's my saying that I am going to put at the end of every chapter: READ AND REVIEW OR NO UPDATE FOR YOU! (and that is not an idle threat! PLEASE, PLEASE! All I want is 3 to begin with then I will update and I already have chapter 2 made up! If not it will be longer… if at all! *evil laugh*. I will luv you if you do!
Summary: Chandra Brown is your average rebellious and punk junior in high school. She takes Creative writing thinking that it will be an easy A and because she likes writing, but she gets more than what she asked for, a forced relationship with her teacher. Containing graphic rape, abuse, depression, and other things that go along with that. It's rated R for a reason people! If you don't like it then don't read it, other then that, enjoy and please R&R!
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It's the first day of school again and by golly how much do I love that! URGH! Thankfully most of my teachers aren't that boring, or don't care if you sleep. Oh! I also don't have any classes with Ashley, who has been my arch nemesis since 2nd grade when she accused me of stealing her hot pink crayon. At least there was only one class left in the day, Creative Writing with some Mr. Alkio.
If only my school didn't start this annoying uniform deal this year. They were almost exactly the same as catholic ones except that the skirts and ties were green and not blue. I refused to wear them appropriately anyways, my shirt for the most part was "correct" besides that my tie was around my waist as a belt and my shoes were black leather lace up go-go boots with 3 inch heals (not the black dress shoes with a maximum of 2 inches that we were instructed to wear in the new handbook) along with that my new style of hair was ... mentioned, the sonic blue streaks in my strawberry blond locks were a "distraction" to other students. Not surprising enough it was Mrs. Webber who made that comment, the irritating middle-aged English teacher that still thinks it is the 50's and cartilage piercing and the word "sucks" makes you a "wild, out of control teenager".
"Alright everyone, calm down here so I can put you in your assigned seats." The entire class groaned as they got up and moved to the front because already had found their places next to their friends and resented moving and getting stuck besides a "dweeb" or someone they didn't know, most of the time meaning me. "Okay, thank you I want Sarah Abrams in the seat closest to the door, then Alyssa Brenner, Jason Brenner, Sean Bogner, and in the seat next to the window Chandra Brown." He looks up from his paper to get an idea of who everyone is as they move to their designated seat and comes to me doodling an amine style person in my notebook in the seat that he wanted me in. "I see you already knew where you seat was, Miss Brown?"
"Yes?" I look up from my drawing and tilt my head "Oh. One, I like windows, two the back seats were already taken, and three I looked at the seating chart on your desk." I flash him a quick smile and then continue with my doodle.
I finished my drawing roughly around the same time that Mr. Alkio accomplished informing everyone as to where they will be seated for the semester. "Since it's only the first day and I wasted.." he looked at the clock, "15 minutes of a 40 minute class telling you all where to sit I am just going to have you fill out these information cards so when you get suspended I know what numbers to call to get a hold of your parents, have your name, address, phone number and e-mail address on them." He handed me a stack of note cards and I took one passing the rest along the row of students.
"Favorite word." He took the stack of note cards that I handed back to him and I tilted my head again, confused.
"What?"
"Say your favorite word, this is creative writing and that is a better question then 'what bands do you listen to.' Agreed?"
"Uh, yes sir. My favorite word is insubordination." He grinned and asked me why, "because next to dress code it is the reason that shows up most on my pink slips, and I just like how it sounds."
He went to the person sitting behind me and I couldn't help but gawk at him. This guy was seriously different than any of the other teachers here. Mr. Alkio appeared to only be around 23-26, fresh out of college (or close to it), which would explain some of his weird behavior. He was also fairly, to put it exceedingly lightly, attractive. He was tall, over 6 foot and had iceblue eyes that were a contrast to his black hair and tanned complexion.
The bell finally rang and everyone, including myself were leaving or packing up to leave. "Chandra," I looked around at Mr. Alkio as I slung my book bag over my shoulder, "even though it doesn't specifically say in the dress code, your tie, if I am not mistaken, is to go around your neck. Unless you need it to hold up your skirt it should be there." I rolled my emerald eyes and he continued, "hey, the school board pays me to teach and enforce the rules, I am obligated to say something. ¿entendido?"
"Sí, un poco." I sighed and left.
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Doesn't that review button look "OH SO SEXY?" Please review! It makes me update faster, actually… here's my saying that I am going to put at the end of every chapter: READ AND REVIEW OR NO UPDATE FOR YOU! (and that is not an idle threat! PLEASE, PLEASE! All I want is 3 to begin with then I will update and I already have chapter 2 made up! If not it will be longer… if at all! *evil laugh*. I will luv you if you do!