i dont understand why whenever i talk about animal welfare there’s always gonna be some anons that try to tell me it doesnt matter or that they’re gonna do something super harmful anyways. like… why are y’all so cruel what the fuck is wrong w/ you
Just realized I haven’t write an event report about AniFes:ClassicaLoid, or what we call it as Schubert Festival😆 They had a talk segment like during SunFes and mostly covered about S2 esp about Waguwagu and Dobo-chan(chara design, etc). Also on how they write the scenarios and how they choose musik for each ep!
まぁ〜いいかw will just post some of the photos during the event! After the event we had our dinner and to celebrate it, I had avocado hamburg steak and matcha dessert! Oh I got Schubert sticker from the giveaway, we had a Schu-kun fan with us so I traded it for her Chocchan!♪
lacie: oh look who it is. just the little slut i was looking for
zelda: w-what? hey em..
emily: really? you’re really just gonna say hey to me like you’ve done nothing wrong at all? you’re a joke zelda
zelda: what? i don’t know what you’re talking about emily?
emily: oh so now you’re gonna lie? troy told me what happened at the halloween party zelda
zelda: he.. he did?
emily: yeah. he told me you tried it on with him in the bathroom. like what the fuck is wrong with you? i wondered why you were so against me spending time with him but now it’s pretty clear
zelda: w-wait what??
scarlett: wait no.. that’s not what happened!
emily: were you there?
scarlett: were you!? why would you believe someone you barely know over a friend??
zoey: well i mean rhiannon is proof of how much friendship can mean to a person, huh rhiannon?
rhiannon: wow.. yeah you’re right i am. i stopped a friend from making a huge mistake, and i’d do it again bitch
lacie: i never knew you had it in you zelda. who knew someone could be such a slut, and also boring as hell. nice one. oh and caleb already knows about this. so it’s only a matter of time before he decides to leave your dirty ass. see you later slut
some of the stuff I have to translate and subtitle at work (it’s not what I usually do, but the video team is short on hands and has looming deadlines) is about positive psycology in education and all that, and I’m all for it. It’s awesome that schools here are taking that initiative.
I mostly had issues w one of the presenters elevating parenthood as a general plus rather than a plus for people who have kids by choice, etc. Idk, the way she talked about it made me feel this “kids are accessories to your happiness” vibe, even if it was probably not her intent
Anyway im still so Fucked Up about some parts of ll10 like?? I mean the whole issue was wonderfully unsettling but the part with the brain modules & spinal cords in those tanks (with fucking…bite marks? What Happened There) is one of the things that has me fucked up the most? Also the fact that so many memebers of the crew are willingly (because i doubt getaway was able to? Brainwash/hide the truth from everyone) took part in w/e messed up shit went down and are so ready to lie about it like!!!! Anyway i loved this issue and i cant stop talking and thinking about it
I asked my mom to name each voltron character and their personality
Me: “What’s his name?”
Mom: “I’m trying to think of something sly like, Leo.”
“He’s a player. A big flirt. Like he thinks he’s better than everybody but he’s really not.”
“No that’s it.”
“And ack he’s sad god love him. He may be a bit disgruntled but he looks very sad. I think he seems like a nice guy, you know?”
“He’s very closed off too. Cause he has his arms crossed. That means you’re closed off.”
Mom: “His name is…….. Patrick.”
Me: *laughing my ass off* “You’re giving them such generic names!”
“So? I like em names.”
*my brother from a distance* “PATRICK LMAO”
“And he looks a wee bit dozy.”
“Yeah he doesn’t know what he’s up to. He thinks he knows what he’s doing but he has no clue. He’s a big lug.”
*after being told his name is Hunk* “I like Patrick better.”
Mom: “I’m just gonna give her a name. Jenny.”
Me: “Jen- okay”
“And she looks like she’s a curious wee book worm girl. She’s probably really smart and slightly misunderstood maybe?”
“Is that it?”
Mom: “I’m trying to think of a name for him……….. Ian.”
Me: *trying to hold back laughter*
“Ian and he’s a wee bit scary. He’s like the leader. He’s the one in control of everything, you know? And he seems very… very distant but he wants to be closer maybe? Like he wants to be friendly but he’s gotta play the tough guy.”
Me: “QUINTARA- at least it’s not something generic.”
“She looks like a princess. She looks… friendly? But a little bit sad or something? Worried maybe. But determined. She’d kill a bitch.”
*laughing our asses off cause FACTS*
Mom: “His name is…………………………………….*long pause*…………………………….. Red.”
“Yeah cause his hair. You know? He’s a red head.”
“Why would his name be red because of his hair color?”
“Because that’s the nickname. He’s very stuck up. Very snotty. ‘Mr. know it all.’”
“He’s a powerful enemy out to kill everybody. He has a dark side but he might have a light side too. He seems a wee bit soft hearted maybe? You know what, he reminded me of the princess. Allura? Yeah he reminded me of her. That, ‘I’m gonna kill. I’m soft hearted but I can kill you.’ and maybe that royalty stance gives off that impression.”
Mom: *scared look* “Oh jesus……… King Buggaboo.”
“I don’t know he looks like a bug! King Buggaboo!”
“THESE ARE THE VILLAINS, WHY WOULD A VILLAINS NAME BE ‘BUGGABOO?’ THAT’S NOT INTIMIDATING AT ALL.”
“Try giving him a more intimidating name.”
*w h e e z i n g*
“He’s like a big Mac Truck.”
“THAT’S NOT BETTER BUT OKAY.”
“He looks like he has a big raspy voice and he’s scary. He’s kinda like Megabyte, you know?” *she’s talking about Megabyte from reboot lmao* “He’s a trickster.”
*after explaining that he’s Lotors dad*
“Oooh…. this- this one, him? THAT’S HIS DAD?? WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO HIM???”
Mom: “Ooo she looks like a witch doctor. She’s pretty dark. ‘Evil one.’ Her name’s Voltra.”
Me: “Yeah, VOLTRONS enemys name is VOLTRA.”
“Oh right it’s Voltron. I forgot the name. But she’s a nasty piece of work. There’s no soul in her.”
*me and my brother share a ‘If only she knew’ look*
u kno what i like?? boys in hoodies. boys w long hair. boys who can draw. boys who wear makeup. boys who can sing. boys who like comic books. boys who were the frontman of 2000s emo band my chemical romance. i am talking about gerard way
hello and welcome to my first studyblr post!! i’ve seen a ton of these around, but not many have all the tips i’ve learned throughout high school. i go to a private preparatory school and i’m top 5 in my class and i lead many extracurriculars. last year was the CRAZIEST year of my life, but with a certain mindset & only a few all nighters, i managed all A’s in all advanced courses. So, here are the tips i’ve learned!!
write stuff down!!!! i know it is the most obvious thing, but writing down anything you need to remember, whether that be homework, tests, quizzes, events, due dates, reminders…anything! checking off these things at night is so satisfying and you won’t forget anything important. when i’m in the #zone, my mind often thinks of stupid questions/thoughts. I’ll jot these questions/misc. thoughts unrelated to what i’m focusing on to come back to later and explore!! (for example, i was doing an frq for econ and i thought of doing this post, so i wrote it down in my journal.)
organization. there are so many masterposts out there to help you with organization. my method included binders & comp. notebooks.. that’s about it! i’m not very organized
get to know teachers. this is probably what helped a lot my junior year. not only is maintaining good relationships with teachers good for you, it can be beneficial to your grade as well. when you make friends with teachers you always have someone to talk/rant to & they always give you the inside gossip about teachers/other students. have coffee/lunch w them, or talk about theories from the class they teach. they give you a lot of perspectives on the course and cool ideas!
manage your time. again, another broad statement. but what i did every night kept me sane. my schedule every day after classes (including saturday) was:
practice until 5
extracurriculars until dinner (6:30-7)
minimal homework until done (usually 1-2 hours)
study for 1+ hours if needed (8-9 pm)
enjoyment time (at least 30 min)
while this may not be a lot for most people, it was a lot for me and i needed time to make myself happy. school and friends make me happy, but so does alone time. putting this minimum of 30 min a day (if i don’t fall asleep before that) really helped me get through demanding courses because i had an incentive. this schedule also helped me avoid procrastination!! ALSO, I prioritized like hell. Honestly, if homework was a completion grade, I wouldn’t try at all unless i needed the practice. Same goes with classes. the ones i had high A’s in, i would sometimes sacrifice a homework grade in order to get enough sleep or study for another test. while this is not the most ethical way of doing it, it helped.
Avoid procrastination. procrastination is your worst enemy. I used to be so bad, but now i’m getting better. this is key. in order to beat procrastination, you have to have self discipline. simple as that. get inspired. for many of you, it’s your studyblr community, for me it was for personal pride and competition. you must execute to get the job done. it will be worth it in the end.
do the little things. put away the phone. put music on if it helps. stretch a little. get some water.get as content and comfortable as you can when you study.
SLEEP!!!! that’s all i can say. sleep sleep sleep. it’s important. i know life is busy, but make time for sleep if you can. mental illness is a bitch, and sometimes it can make falling asleep hard. i know. just try your best & that’s enough. anytime i had free time during the day, i slept. nothing is more important than sleep, and if i didn’t get at least 8 hours of sleep the night before, i tried to catch up as best as i could. your brain needs a break to refuel and you will feel refreshed the next day.
Eating healthy. i rarely see this tip around (maybe i’m not searching hard enough) but i think it’s important. eating healthy is excellent for your brain function & body function. it’s hard, especially in college, to have to motivation (or money) to make your own dinner, lunch & breakfast everyday. but. it’s. worth. it. i can’t stress this enough. i feel more awake and energized at school and workouts and your body has to have these nutrients to keep functioning well.
Exercise. gross i know, please don’t hurt me, but exercise goes right with eating healthy. the better you feel about yourself, the better you will do in school. simple enough. you will have more motivation, energy, and happiness with a good diet and exercise. running daily and occasionally swimming gets me though the week, and while sometimes i don’t want to workout, i always feel good in the end. find something you like doing and stick to it. try to work out 3 times a week. after every workout, i am always motivated to study
UNDERSTAND THE MATERIAL. it’s so obvious, but so many people just memorize. while you have to memorize any new thing you learn in the beginning, there is a time when you must apply what you memorized. you must actually think about why this term/concept is what it is based on memorized facts. you must see the whole picture and how little things relate and why they do. last year i realized this and it worked wonders. for me, if i understood the big picture, i knew the facts by heart. it dawned on me that you must train the mind to think. when going through notes, quizzes, tests, and studying i always asked myself why is this important and what it relates to. retention. is. key. understanding, and not memorizing facts will help so so much!!
STUDY BUDDIES. i can’t stress enough how much this helped me. coming from a boarding school, it’s easy to work on homework with friends all the time. to review for a test, my friends in the class would all meet and discuss the material. i’m an auditory learner, so this worked 10x better. what i’ve learned is that if you can teach it, you know it. when i could explain concepts to my friends, i knew i didn’t have to study that. if questions came up when i was trying to discuss my line of thinking, i revisited my notes and tried to understand why i didn’t get it. if we had study guides, we would all do the question and discuss why we got our answers after. for me, discussion is the best way to get new perspectives and ideas as well as understanding the topic better. (i also love talking so).
ask questions. even if its stupid. even if you’re just curious. always ask them.
study environment. outside (if it wasn’t terrible weather) is where i love to study with friends. if it is snowing or raining, i go to the library or a local coffee shop. it really just depends on my mood. find an area where you feel the most productive!
An AU where young Keith, a Filipino-Korean, moves to the USA; on his first day at school, he refuses to talk, partly because he’s not exactly very sociable but mostly because he’s incredibly embarrassed about his English and lack of proficiency in it. O and shiro walks in
TRIPS OVER MY OWN FEET oh my god this was supposed to be black and white but then i wanted to paint but then gave up andCHRIST. my art style changes 600 times during this comic its dISGUSTIGN. THEN AGAIN it was rly rushed i just wanted to get this idea outta my head before school starts.
“So.” Stiles drops back against the side of the Jeep, elbows braced and spine sinking slow against the dusty blue metal. Derek’s hovering a few feet away, at the edge of the lot, not quite ready to vanish into the night but not prepared to join with the rest of the group, either.
He needs their voices, maybe, to block out the ones in his head.
“Looks like I saved your ass again,” Stiles is saying, flashing him a crooked grin. He looks warm and bright like the rest of them, a glow of victory dancing around him that can’t quite seep into Derek’s bones. “What’s the count, now? ‘Cause I think I’m getting pretty close to earning a victory ride in that sweet new Camaro.”
Derek’s lips twitch, a snort slipping out.
“I seem to recall saving you last time.”
“Hey, we’ve been through this. At best, that was a tie.” Stiles looks so smug Derek can’t bring himself to argue, and maybe that’s the reason Stiles’ grin falls. His eyes go soft, flitting over Derek’s frame.
“I’m glad you’re ok, man. …I mean, as nice as it would have been to have my very own, hot guy lawn ornament––”
“Why did I look at her?”
He doesn’t mean to say it; flinches at his own words. His hands are too-tight fists he stretches straight with an effort, and when he looks at Stiles again the bright expression’s gone, replaced by tension and an edge of a grimace he’s trying to fight down.
we always talk about how pretty girls are but what about boys omg.
my boyfriend has the cuTEST little baby freckles that are sooooo light under his eyes and i stare at them all the time like wow. what a beautiful feature.
also when boys r soft when they wake up and have that deep voice and soft hair and pajamas on & they’re all warm ohmygoodness
don’t forget when they want 2 be held and they’re too shy or embarrassed to ask so they just kind of ,,,, slide ,,,, into the little spoon position
oh loRDT and the ones who’re obsessed w something like a specific video game or cartoon/show or something like that is so damn precious especially when barely anyone knows about it bc it’s ‘embarrassing’ for them and they trust u enough to tell u
anD o shit the way their arms look when they have a watch on like ,,,,, mmmmMMMMMM yes.
when they laugh. like. hardcore genuine cackle. devin barely ever does it but when it does i swear y’all i could cRY
smirks. bitch. yes.
i just. love. boys in sweatpants and sweaters and soft hair. pls. let me snuggle u while it snows or rains.
also giggles. ohmy.
when they have a self care routine. like yes. u angel. take care of u. don’t let anyone tell u caring for yourself is girly or gay. i love it and u.
feel free to add things.
i love boys fuCk especially mine even though he’s a bitch sometimes i adore him holy shit i cant wait to see him tomorroW
(Isaac’s is my favorite, the rest are moderately average lol sorry for this)
P.S. I know you guys like these and I want to do more but you have to understand they take REALLY long to write so some patience would be appreciated. please and thank you. xoxoxo
I was walking home from Deaton’s animal clinic after my shift when I felt a presence behind me.
“Hello?” I called looking around.
I didn’t hear anything so I continued on my way. Normally I was okay walking home by myself but tonight felt different. I felt a chill run down my spine. I gripped the strap of my bag and picked up my pace. I don’t know why but I couldn’t get over this fear that I was being followed.
“whoever you are leave me alone!” I screamed before sprinting down the alley that would eventually lead to my house.
I was looking back when I tripped over my feet falling to the ground. I hit the ground hard causing the contents of my backpack to spill all over the pavement. I could still feel the presence as I struggled to gather my books. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm causing me to scream.
“y/n hey it’s okay it’s just me!”
I looked up and there was my co-worker and friend Scott McCall. I was relieved to see him.
“Scott?” I questioned looking at him.
“are you okay?” Scott asked helping me up.
“I thought someone was following me.” I admitted looking at the ground.
“here let me help you.” Scott said bending down and helping me pick up my books.
We reached for the same book causing our hands to touch. I quickly pulled mine back and tried to fight the smile that appeared on my face.
“thanks.” I said grabbing the book from him.
“do you uh want me to walk you home?” Scott asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
I couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on my face.
“sure Scott that sounds great.” I said shyly.
The rest of the walk to my house was silent but I definitely felt safer with Scott by my side. We walked up to my porch still not saying anything.
“thanks Scott you really didn’t have to do this.” I said turning to face him with a small smile on my face.
“I know I didn’t but I wanted to.” He said returning the smile.
I reached over and gave Scott a hug. He returned it wrapping his arms around me. He pulled away quickly.
“y/n you’re bleeding.” He said looking at my knee.
I looked down to see my pants were torn and I had a large cut on my knee.
“wow I didn’t even feel this.” I said giggling a little.
“let’s get you cleaned up.” Scott said grabbing my hand and walking in my house.
He brought me to my kitchen and picked me up before sitting me down on top of the counter. He walked over grabbing some paper towels and running them under the water from the sink. He came rolling up my pant leg and pressing the towel to my bleeding knee. I flinched quickly grabbing his hand.
“sorry.” I said letting go.
“It’ll only hurt for a little.” He said walking over and getting a bandage,.
He came back over putting it on the cut. I couldn’t help but admire how sweet he was.
“all better." He said smiling and standing up.
"thanks.” I said for the third time tonight.
Scott and I just stood there looking at each other until his gaze dropped down to my lips. I felt my heart rate speed up as he slowly leaned in. I met him the rest of the way connecting my lips to his. I could feel him smiling throughout the kiss. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine.
“I’m all better now.” I said not being able to stop the smile on my face.
Stiles and I were both really awkward and clumsy people so when it came to our relationship things usually got really bad really fast. Today was no different. Stiles was supposed to come over to study for the chemistry test but I had a different idea. I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. I knew that Stiles was too shy to bring up the sex talk so I knew I had to be the one to do it. Earlier this week I went to the store and purchased some lingerie, I was currently sitting in my room in the outfit I bought.
“so babe I have a question about page 45 in the textbook.” Stiles said walking in looking down at his chem textbook.
“yes baby?” I said in the most seductive voice I could manage.
Stiles looked up immediately dropping his textbook. I could see his cheeks starting to turn pink.
“uh w-w-what are you doing?” Stiles stuttered looking at my body up and down.
“what do you mean baby?” I purred standing up and walking over to where he was standing.
“uh why are you uh wearing that?” Stiles said gesturing to my outfit.
“you don’t like it?” I asked suddenly feeling insecure.
“no no my gosh I love it, I am just confused.” Stiles said not taking his eyes off my body.
“I was hoping that we could you know take our relationship to the next level.” I said hoping Stiles would catch on.
“what do you mean?” He said swallowing hard.
seriously how dumb could this boy be?
“SEX STILES I’M TALKING ABOUT SEX!” I yelled throwing my arms in the air.
“oh.” Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“just forget about it.” I said gathering my robe and walking to the bathroom.
“no wait.” Stiles called.
He went to run after me but slipped on his textbook. He fell crashing right into me.
“oh my god y/n I’m so sorry.” Stiles said getting off me.
“my arm, I think you broke my arm.” I cried clutching my arm that was slowly turning a deep shade of purple.
“oh gosh.” Stiles panicked.
He ran over picking me up and taking me to his jeep. I put on clothes while he drove to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. I was seen by Dr. Dunbar my arm was indeed broken. Stiles stood in the waiting room while I was fitted for a cast. He came in later looking distraught. He sat down beside me taking my hand in his.
“wow I’m boyfriend of the year, my girlfriend wants to have sex and I break her arm.” Stiles said looking at me.
I didn’t mean to but I started busting up laughing at the situation causing Stiles to laugh too.
“We are some couple huh.” I said leaning my head on his shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Stiles said kissing my forehead
“me either. I love you Stiles.” I said kissing him.
“I love you too baby.” Stiles said when he pulled away.
If just kissing him gave me this feeling I couldn’t wait to know what having sex with him would do to me.
I was just getting to my last patient of the night. I was completely exhausted from the day but I sucked it up going in to my last patients room. Cora Hale. I felt bad for her, she was just a young girl and she was dying. Doctors couldn’t figure it out either. I was the newest RN here and Cora was my first ever patient so I felt extra sympathy for her. Even worse, her brother Derek was taking it really hard.
“hey Derek.” I said offering him a small smile.
“oh hey.” He said looking up.
Derek was always here, he never left. I had to talk the security guards out of throwing him out on multiple occasions. I felt for him. I lost my little sister in a car accident a while ago so I knew what losing a sibling felt like.
“any changes?” I asked looking at her monitor.
“no, nothing.” He said grabbing her hand.
I took this time to get a good look at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten in days. I walked over placing my hand on his shoulder.
“Derek, how about you let me take you down to the cafeteria and buy you a coffee?” I offered slightly nervous.
He was an attractive man, someone that a girl like me would probably never have a chance with. He looked between me and Cora like he was debating it.
“She’ll be fine Derek, besides you look like you need some if your going to stay awake.” I said smiling slightly.
He nodded his head while standing up. I checked Cora’s monitor once more before following Derek. As soon as we were out of the room Derek stopped before turning around to look at me.
“thank you.” He said grabbing my small hand in his large one.
I gave him another smile, squeezing his hand.
“no need to thank me Derek, it’s my job. Now let’s go get that coffee!” I said walking.
Derek followed beside me not letting go of my hand. I could feel my heart beat race with each step we took with our hands intertwined. We rounded a corner to be met with a women. She had red eyes, claws and fangs. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I noticed Derek tense from beside me.
“Derek, Derek, Derek I’m sorry about your sister.” the woman said growling at Derek.
Derek dropped my hand, his chest was heaving.
“y/n get out of here.” Derek said in a low voice.
“Derek I can’t leave you.” I said afraid of what this woman was capable of.
“better listen to him sweetheart.” The women snarled again.
“go.” Derek said.
His tone was completely different now, scary almost. I started to back up slowly until I bumped into someone else. I turned around to be met with another creature. This time it was a man with red eyes, claws, and fangs. I did the only logical thing I could think of. I fainted.
“y/n wake up.” A voice whispered in my ear.
I felt something cold pressed on my forehead causing me to slowly flutter my eyes open. Derek was standing over me pressing a cold rag to my forehead.
“Are you okay?” Derek asked looking concerned.
“please tell me none of that was real.” I said looking at him.
“none of what? We were going to get coffee and you just passed out.” Derek said feeling my forehead.
“oh yeah I knew that.” I said blushing.
I know what I saw. But I dropped it not knowing what else to do. You can’t just tell someone you saw people that looked like animals.
“so still want that coffee?” He asked shyly looking at his hands.
“yeah that’d be great.” I said smiling.
I let out another moan as Isaac kissed down my neck. A few more thrusts and we had both finished. Isaac rolled off of me getting up and putting on his underwear. Isaac tossed me my underwear and his t-shirt. I quickly slipped them on and curled back up in my sheets. I took this time to admire my handsome boyfriend.
“what are you staring at?” Isaac asked a little smirk on his face.
“just my perfect werewolf boyfriend.” I answered smirking as well.
Isaac looked down. It was hard for him to accept compliments since his dad pretty much told him he was worthless his whole entire life.
“you don’t mean that.” Isaac said quietly.
“Isaac listen to my heartbeat. you. are. perfect. to. me.” I said slowly.
His smile grew with every word that I spoke.
“come here stay the night.” I said patting the bed beside me.
Isaac smiled crawling in bed beside me. I leaned in to him letting him wrap his arms around me. He kissed my forehead before resting his chin on top of my head.
“I love you Isaac.” I said cuddling closer to him.
“I love you too baby.” Isaac said.
I soon fell asleep listening to the rhythmic patterns of his heart beat. I was awoken to Isaac violently shaking in bed beside me.
“Isaac wake up.” I said shaking him.
“No I don’t want to go in the freezer!” Isaac screamed thrashing some more.
“Isaac please wake up.” I said shaking him some more.
I knew he was abused by his father but I didn’t know how bad it was until now. Isaac shot up, his eyes were golden yellow and he had his claws and fangs extended.
“Isaac.” I said not daring to move.
Isaac looks at me raising his claws.
“Isaac wait no don’t!” I yelled.
I quickly move my arm to cover my body. He claws my arm leaving five long bleeding gashes. I gasped from the impact falling out of the bed. Isaac gets up still in his wolf form. I think he’s still in his dream.
“Isaac baby please wake up, you don’t want to hurt me I know you don’t.” I cried holding my bleeding arm.
Isaac still walked forward growling at me. I backed up until I hit my bedroom door. He closed the distance wrapping his hands around my throat.
“Isaac.” I gasped trying to pry his hands off my throat.
He still wouldn’t wake up. I started to get light headed quickly I did the last thing I could think of to wake him up. I took my hand and cupped his cheek, stroking it with my thumb.
“I love you. I love you so much.” I whispered.
Isaacs eyes started to shift back to their beautiful blue color and his grip loosened. Suddenly he dropped me to the ground fully transforming back to himself. I gasped for air relieved I could breath again. I grabbed the sweatshirt on the floor covering my bleeding arm.
“y/n?” Isaac said with tears in his eyes.
He looked at me, my neck no doubt covered in bruises from his fingers, my arm bleeding pretty badly.
“oh god what did I do.” Isaac said looking horrified.
I was scared too. For the first time I was scared of him. He approached me causing me to flinch. He stopped dead in his tracks a heart broken look washing over his face. He let a few more tears fall down his face before running out of my house. I wanted to run after him and tell him everything was okay but I couldn’t make myself move, I was frozen in fear.
I felt the stare of all the students as I walked down the halls. They knew something was up. Being the girlfriend of Liam Dunbar was dangerous. Lately he was angry and out of control and students were starting to figure out that they didn’t exactly live in the world they once thought they did. Liam was a werewolf the only one left in school. I walked to my locker which was right beside the boys locker room.
“have you seen Liam lately?” Mason asked coming to stand beside me.
Liam hasn’t talked to me since Brett Talbot died. Liam lost control in front of a bunch of people and was hiding now. Scott promised me that he’d find him and everything would be okay but nothing was okay. Nolan walked past me and Mason glaring.
“just ignore them, I got to head to class but text me if you hear from Liam okay?” Mason said giving me a hug.
I nodded my head turning back to my locker. I felt another presence behind me.
“Mason I haven’t heard from him.” I said turning around, but it wasn’t Mason.
There were a few boys from the lacrosse team. I only recognized two, Nolan and Gabe.
“if you’re looking for Liam I haven’t seen him.” I said quietly.
The boys looked at each other smirking.
“oh we found Liam we were actually looking for you.” Nolan smirked.
Suddenly the boys grabbed me by my arms and legs. I started fighting back kicking and screaming but they quickly pushed me in the boys locker room. All of the other lacrosse team members were holding Liam. He had a bloody nose and busted lip. His eyes got wide when he saw me. The boys dropped me on the floor in front of Liam.
“Liam.” I gasped at the sight of him.
“Let her go.” Liam growled.
“we had it all wrong, we should’ve known you could take us beating you but what about putting a couple bruises on this girlfriend of yours?” Gabe said sadistically.
“don’t please.” Liam begged.
One boy grabbed me by my hair yanking me off the floor. Liam started to breath heavily trying to fight his inner wolf from escaping.
“Liam don’t.” I said not wanting anything to happen to him.
“what are you protecting him from?" Gabe asked getting in my face.
"go to hell.” I spat.
Gabe punched me straight in the face.
“STOP.” Liam growled his breathing becoming even heavier.
“Liam I can take it.” I said not really believing my own words.
Gabe punched me again. I could feel blood trickle down from my nose.
“I SAID STOP.” Liam growled louder now.
I could tell he was seconds away from shifting.
“do something about it." Nolan taunted.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”
I never thought I’d be so happy to hear that voice. Coach Finstock came in grabbing Gabe and Nolan by their necks.
“YOU TWO, PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW!” Coach yelled.
Liam ran over to me. He took his shirt off and held it on my bleeding nose.
“GET OUT ALL OF YOU. I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT ANY OF YOU!” Coach yelled ushering the other students out of the room.
Coach came over looking at me and Liam. He patted us on the back before helping us up.
“you shouldn’t have done that. You took a punch for me.” Liam said stroking my cheek with his thumb.
“Liam, I’d do anything for you.” I said honestly.
“I love you.” Liam said leaning in.
“I love you too.” I said before connecting our lips.
I was out on the bleachers of Devenford Prep working on homework. I usually spent my free period this way. I wasn’t exactly what you call popular. In fact I was invisible to almost everyone. Seriously google earth couldn’t even find me even if I was dressed up as a ten story building. When people do notice me I usually get bullied. I was about to do another calculus problem when I heard boys yelling. The lacrosse boys came running out on the field.
“oh hey nerd girl, we’re having an extra practice here so you might want to leave.” A popular boy named Jake yelled causing the other boys to laugh.
I looked down feeling my face become red.
“you need all the practice you can get Jake, she could probably own you on this field.” Another boy yelled causing all the players to laugh even louder.
I looked up at the boy who spoke up for me. It was Brett Talbot the most popular boy at Devenford Prep. He was captain of the lacrosse team and every girl at the school wanted him. He looked up at me offering me a small smile. I shyly looked down at my math book.
“She could not!” Jake said getting defensive.
“then you better leave her alone and get to practicing.” Brett said high fiving his team mates.
I couldn’t fight the smile on my face. Brett Talbot stuck up for me. I was a nobody and he stuck up for me. The boys started practicing making it hard to focus on homework. I was on the next problem when a voice yelled.
“y/n watch out!”
I made a mistake looking up. One of the boys lacrosse balls hit me right in the face. I could feel the sting making tears come to my eyes. Some of the boys rushed over crowding me. I started to panic, I wasn’t used to this and I was very uncomfortable.
“guys back up, give her some space.”
The boys dispersed leaving only Brett Talbot standing in front of me.
“are you okay?” Brett asked kneeling in front of me.
I was speechless, literally.
“come on let me take you to the nurse.” Brett said grabbing my arm.
He walked me to the nurses office asking me repeatedly if I was alright. It was really sweet. The nurse gave me an ice pack saying I’d only have a minor bruise on my cheek. I was sitting on the table swinging my feet when someone walked in the room. Surprisingly Brett was still here.
“I told you they still needed practice.” Brett said rubbing the back of his neck.
“yeah the aim was a little off.” I said showing him the bruise on my face.
“does it hurt?” He asked sitting beside me.
It actually hurt a lot but I didn’t want to tell him that.
“uh not to bad.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
Brett sat down beside me grabbing my hand in his. Suddenly my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. It was weird it’s as if he took away my pain I knew that wasn’t possible though.
“I’m really sorry about that.” Brett said looking at me.
“don’t be sorry it wasn’t your fault. Besides you stuck up for me.” I said smiling at me.
“yeah well Jake’s an idiot you aren’t a nerd I wish I was as smart as you, then maybe I wouldn’t be failing calculus.” Brett said looking down at his feet.
“you can’t be failing calculus you’re the best player we have on the team!” I said looking at him.
“I won’t be if I’m ineligible.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“I’ll tutor you.” I offered.
Brett looked up at me smiling.
“that’s sweet of you but I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you.”
“you aren’t using me, I offered.” I said giving him a smile.
“I’ll make you a deal, you tutor me and I’ll make sure that the lacrosse players leave you alone.” Brett said extending his hand.
“why would you help me?” I questioned honestly wondering why he was trying to help me.
“why wouldn’t I. You’re nice, smart, beautiful.” He said slowly not looking at me.
Wait was thee Brett Talbot nervous?
“you really think that?” I asked perking up.
“I don’t think, I know.” Brett said meeting my eyes.
“then you got a deal.” I said sticking my hand out.
Brett smiled shaking my hand. I could tell this was the start of something beautiful.
I didn’t expect to fall for the enemy, but I did. I fell hard. Even after he tried to kill me, I still felt the longing to be with him. I was under his spell and I just couldn’t break it.
“maybe we should call Theo.” I offered receiving glares from all of the other pack members.
“Theo? You mean that little lying, murdering psychopath.” Liam said crossing his arms.
“Liam he saved your ass on more than one occasion and he helped us defeat the wild hunt, I mean if we’re being hunted by actual professional killers, another set of claws wouldn’t hurt us.” I defended glaring at the other beta.
I looked to our alpha Scott for guidance. I could tell this was weighing heavily on him. We were losing people and it was killing him. He wanted to save everyone but we were already losing. Satomi’s pack was dead, our pack was next. I was only 18, I didn’t want to die yet. I was born a werewolf, I didn’t get to chose the life I wanted.
“they think you’re killing innocent people. Theo actually did kill innocent people.” Mason said defending Liam.
“but we’re not do my eyes look blue to you.” I said flashing my golden eyes.
“and it doesn’t matter if he did, they’re going to hunt all of us either way.” I added crossing my arms across my chest.
“Scott what do you think?” Liam asked.
Scott looked between me and Liam.
“I think if you can find him y/n, another set of claws would do us good.” Scott said exiting his house followed by a complaining Liam and Mason.
I smiled to myself. Now I just needed to find him. I picked up my phone dialing his number. He didn’t answer, he never did. After the wild hunt, Scott told him that he wasn’t needed anymore. I felt bad for him. I walked out of his house going to the sheriffs station. Hopefully I’d be able to find some information there. As I was approaching the Sheriffs station, I heard the click of a gun from behind me. I turned around slowly showing my eyes, fangs, and claws.
“easy there.” The guy holding the gun said.
I looked around me to see I was surrounded by a group of men holding loaded guns all pointed at me.
“go ahead pull that trigger.” I growled taunting the men .
The guy smirked before pulling the trigger. I was easily able to dodge his bullet. I ran at the man tackling him to the ground. Another shot at me making my attention turn to him. I ran at him grabbing the barrel of the gun and snapping it. I growled throwing him into a wall. There were so many of them I didn’t see the man approaching behind. He shot the gun hitting me directly making the bullet go in my back and out through my stomach. I clutched the wound dropping to my knees.
“wolfsbane.” I coughed becoming paralyzed.
A man came over bending down to face me.
“we have a special place for monsters like you.” He said before punching me and knocking me out.
“y/n get up.” I heard a faint voice say
“Y/n get up.” the voice said louder now.
I slowly fluttered my eyes open, but I couldn’t move. I was in a dim room chained to a chain link fence. I started to freak out.
“y/n look at me.”
I knew that voice. I looked over to see Theo chained beside me. On my other side was two other werewolves.
“where are we Theo?” I questioned looking around the room.
“you’re in my house now.” A voice said coming in the room.
“Schrader?” I asked looking at the figure.
“the one and only.” He smirked.
“let us go or I’ll.” I started but was quickly cut off.
“or you’ll what, I control you now.” Schrader said walking over to his desk.
That’s when I heard the electricity buzzing and realized what he was doing. He grabbed the dial turning up the voltage. We writhed in pain as he shocked us. The other werewolves beside me started talking earning us more shocking.
“will you guys shut up and let me do the talking!” Theo growled at us.
Theo turned to Schrader giving him a smirk that made me weak at the knees.
“what they let you shock us a little but not do any real damage.” Theo taunted.
I looked at him wide eyed. He might be tough right now, but I just got shot with wolfsbane causing my healing abilities to be a little slow.
“oh you want more.” Schrader asked walking up to Theo.
“No we’re fine, tell him who you killed.” I said to the other werewolves.
“oh yeah I want more.” Theo said growling.
Was he trying to get us killed? Schrader made sure we could see him turning the dial to the max setting. He flicked the switch causing us excruciating pain. I growled feeling the volts sink in to my skin. Theo growled pulling his arms. I realized what he was doing. He broke free tackling Schrader to the ground. He fought with Schrader only shortly before getting the upper hand. He turned the switch off cutting off the flow of electricity. My head drooped signifying how weak I was feeling. Theo came over to me cutting me loose. I fell in his arms.
“Theo if you ever do something that stupid again. I’ll kill you.” I said in between heavy breaths.
“nice to see you too.” He said smiling at me.
“seriously though I will kill you.” I threatened but he could see through my fake attitude.
“you couldn’t kill me, you like me too much.” He smirked cupping my cheek with his hand.
I could feel the blush spread to my cheeks. He leaned down slowly but stopped when someone cleared their throat.
“are you going to get us down?” The girl said.
“I’m still thinking about it.” Theo growled looking at her.
“we’ll finish this later.” He said turning to me and winking.
I never meant to fall for the enemy but I was glad that I did.
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summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate
pairing: eddie and richie
Eddie woke up even more exhausted than he was when he fell asleep. He let a breath out of his mouth and took in a long one through his nose. He kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to face the world yet.
Everything he loved was gone, he suddenly realized. This thought jolted him awake, causing him to sit straight up in a panic. It hadn’t occurred to him that he lost everything yesterday. All of his friends were bound to know. They all hung out together. They were the Loser’s Club and Eddie had ruined that. They could never all hang out anymore as Eddie couldn’t bear to be in the same room as Richie, let alone even think about him. He started to really panic, then.
His breathing was rapid and shallow and his hands were shaking violently. Eddie got up, stumbling, trying to find his damned inhaler. It wasn’t in his pocket, nor his backpack, or on his desk. He couldn’t breathe. At this point, he didn’t know if it was even an asthma attack anymore, or if it was one in the first place. It was so much worse. His head was spinning and he couldn’t see anymore. It was in his jacket, he remembered suddenly.
Eddie collapsed on the ground, catching himself with his hands as he tried to steady his breathing, but nothing was working. His heart was racing and he couldn’t stop shaking. Eddie was sobbing uncontrollably, his vision blurred from the tears. He didn’t know what was happening. His lungs felt constricted and he couldn’t get any air in. He was hyperventilating, trying to breathe but couldn’t. He tried to move towards his jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. He was shaking so badly that he could barely move. His hand grasped the chair, pulling it and knocking it over. The light blue inhaler fell out of the pocket of his coat, landing a couple inches away from him. He grabbed it, instantly feeling as if he could breathe again when he took his first two puffs of medicine.
An hour passed before Eddie could stand again. HIs legs were shaky but he managed to get to his bathroom. He found it odd that his mother hadn’t come to get him yet until he realized that it was four in the morning. Eddie knew he couldn’t go to school, but he couldn’t stay home ‘sick’ as his mother would take him to the hospital. He washed his face with some water and laid back down and attempted to fall asleep.
His mother woke him up at 7 am and tried to get him to take his pills as she did every morning. He walked out of the house and rode his bike to park. Eddie read there all day. He needed to take a breather and reading was his escape. The cool breeze against his skin calmed him even more as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree he was sitting up against. It was odd to feel so peaceful. At three o'clock, he headed home as if he had gone to school.
“Eddie bear, how was school?” She asked from her chair in the living room.
“Fine.” He responded quietly, heading upstairs and into his room.
Eddie felt bad about lying, not going to school, but he knew he couldn’t face Richie, Bill, or anyone for that matter. He checked his cut from the previous day, and it was still healing properly. That was one less thing for him to worry about. Eddie laid back on his bed, sighing. Could his life get any worse?
“W-W-What did you d-do?” Bill demanded, slamming his Chemistry book down on the loser’s lunch table. He was beyond pissed.
Richie looked up at Bill through his coke bottle lenses. Stan was pissed too, standing behind him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. “I didn’t do anything!” He defended, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. “I-”
“Where is Eddie?” Stan interjected, sliding into the seat across from Richie. “He isn’t here today and he was supposed to tell you how he felt yesterday. What the hell did you do to him, Richie?”
Richie scoffed. “So that’s why he was avoiding me.”
Bill looked at him confused. “W-What do you mean av-av-avoiding you?”
Richie rolled his eyes. “You know when someone doesn’t talk to you and walks different routes in the hallways so they don’t see you. Gee, Bill, I thought you were smart.” He replied sarcastically, sticking his plastic fork into eerily yellow mashed potatoes.
Stan leaned forward on his elbows. “So, if he avoided you, why isn’t he here?”
Richie let out an exasperated sigh, leaning backward in his chair. “He told me in the gym locker room, alright?”
Bill sat down next to Stan, looking at Richie to egg him on.
Richie sighed again. “And I was too shocked to do anything and he ran out crying.”
“Hey! I tried to go to his house and apologize and he slammed the window shut. He wouldn’t listen to me.” Richie grumbled. “I really tried! But I have a plan.”
Stan and Bill exchanged glances. Bill nodded a little and Stan sighed. “What’s your plan?”
Richie sat up straight. “You two need to convince him to come over. Say it’s everyone but me.”
Bill frowned. “H-He’s not gonna b-b-believe us, Rich.”
“Make him believe you! I need to talk to him. I need to explain.” Richie protested, running a hand through his hair.
Bill nodded. “I’ll t-try.”
Richie looked at Stan, who was staring down at the table. “Stan?”
“I’m not gonna help you if all you’re gonna do is break his heart. He doesn’t deserve that, Richie.” He deadpanned.
Richie was offended and a look of hurt flashed across his face before he composed himself. “I am not going to hurt Eddie!”
“Sure, telling him you only wanna be his friend isn’t gonna hurt him.”
“This is the one time I’m not being a sarcastic dipshit, Stanley! Are you listening? I said I’m not going to hurt him. I would never hurt him. I love him!” Richie slammed his fist on the table, causing a few kids to look over at them. “Did you hear that?”
“At least they didn’t cut off your ears like they cut off your dick.” Richie spat, getting up and walking away. The bell rang moments later. Bill grabbed his bookbag and stood up, gently nudging Stan to do the same. Richie was standing near his locker, attempting to open it but getting the combination wrong.
“What, Stanley? What the hell do you want?” Richie practically growled, turning and glaring at Stan. If looks could kill, he would be dead ten times over.
Richie’s hard stare softened a little. “Thanks. I’m sorry I got mad but you gotta admit that line was good.” A small smile crept onto his face, and even Stan chuckled a bit.
Bill was assigned the job to get Eddie over, and Stan was to get everyone else in on the plan. He walked up to Eddie’s door and knocked. There was shuffling and a shout of “I got it” from Eddie. He opened the door and saw Bill, his face paled a little.
“H-Hi,” Bill said quietly. “C-Could we talk?”
Eddie glanced behind him for a moment to see if his mom had fallen back asleep or not before nodding and stepping outside, shutting the door behind him. “What do you wanna talk about because I’m not gonna talk about him.” He put emphasis on the word him. He sounded angry, disgusted, even. He laced his fingers together, still a bit shaky from his panic attack this morning.
“N-No. The group w-wants you to come over. Minus R-R-Richie.”
“Oh, no. I am not falling for that. He’s gonna be there when I get there and I don’t want to talk to him.”
Bill shook his head. “Please? I-I-It’s movie night. You can p-pick.”
Eddie glared at the ground, trying to work the request over in his head. He finally let out a long sigh and nodded. “Fine.”
They rode their bikes to Bill’s house in silence, neither of them knowing what to say, so they said nothing. Eddie set his bike up against the house as he always did, following Bill inside. Georgie greeted the both of them with a hello and a smile.
“H-Head to the living room, I-I-I’ll get the snacks,” Bill said, heading to the kitchen. Eddie nodded, walking towards the living room. He walked in, glancing around the room at the various decorations on the wall. Paintings and pictures of their family were scattered around the room. It felt homey.
Eddie was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the door shut. He turned his head to look, only to find Richie standing there. His breath hitched in his throat and he knew he had paled. It wasn’t even five seconds before he started to get angry. He knew this was a set-up.
“I fucking knew it,” Eddie grumbled.
“Eddie-” Richie started, but Eddie had had enough.
“No, Richie. I don’t want to hear it. I’m really not in the mood to listen to you tell me you don’t feel the same way and that you hope we can be friends. Because we can’t be friends, Richie! I don’t want to be your friend. I can’t be your damn friend.”
Richie Tozier was silenced by Eddie for the second time that week. It was a new record. He composed himself before stepping forward. “If you let me show you something, I promise I will leave you alone.”
Eddie was shocked that Richie was being serious. He was never serious in all the time he’s known the guy. He was always cracking inappropriate jokes at the wrong time. Despite all of his instinct to say no, Eddie nodded.
Richie let out a sigh of relief before spitting onto his hand.
“That is disgusting! What the hell are you-” Eddie cut himself off as he watched Richie take his spit and use it to smudge his soulmate tattoo off his skin. It wasn’t real. This whole time, Eddie thought that Richie had a soulmate. It was fake.
Richie watched Eddie for a moment before deciding to explain himself. “My mom used to tell me I would be made fun of for not having a soulmate. That I wouldn’t fit in. So, one night I decided to draw one on every morning so I would fit in. It sounds shitty and kind of is but- Eds are you listening?”
Eddie walked forward and grabbed Richie’s hand. He was holding back the urge to cringe, as Richie’s saliva was now on his hand. Richie didn’t understand what Eddie was doing. He let him move his finger until it was placed right next to the corresponding one on Eddie’s hand. Under Richie’s tattoo that he drew on, was a small, circular and blotchy birthmark. It was identical to Eddie’s.
“What the fuck,” Eddie announced. A smile spread across Richie’s face while Eddie started to ramble. “What does this mean? Are these soulmate tattoos? They look like birthmarks! Why the hell would this be a soul-”
Richie grabbed his face in his hands, leaning in and pressing his chapped lips onto Eddie’s soft ones. Eddie was stiff for a moment before he melted into the kiss and started to do the same that Richie was. Eddie was unsure where to put his hands or what to even do. Before he could react, Richie pulled away, slowly opening his eyes to find Eddie completely red.
“I love you too, Eds.”
Eddie had a content smile on his face. “Don’t call me that, Trashmouth.”
“Ah, Trashmouth, what a nickname. You really know how to charm the boys.” Richie sassed, throwing his arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “Shall we tell the rest of the losers that Bill and Stan have competition?”
Eddie and Richie showed the rest of the group their tattoos. Stan had this smug look of “I told you so” written across his face and so did Bill. They ended up watching a rom-com, much to Eddie’s dismay. Richie kept his arm around the smaller boy the whole night, pressing chaste kisses to his forehead every once and awhile.
Richie and Eddie rode back to their houses together that night. They arrived at Eddie’s house first, both of them silent.
“Gee, you could cut this sexual tension with a knife.” Richie joked, leaning forward on the handlebars of his bike.
Eddie rolled his eyes, using his kickstand to stand his bike up next to his porch as he always did. Richie hopped off his bike, letting it lay on the ground. He walked up to Eddie, pinching his cheek. “So, Eddie Spaghetti, where do you wanna go on our first date of being fuckbuddies?”
“You ruined it.” Eddie sighed, slapping his hand away.
“I didn’t ruin anything!” Richie retorted, smiling. “I made it better.”
“Okay, Tozier,” Eddie said, leaning forward and kissing Richie briefly.
Richie had a smile plastered on his face. “Goodnight, Eds.”
“Goodnight, Trashmouth,” Eddie said before he shut the door. He quietly snuck up the stairs. His mom was still asleep in her chair. He fell back on his bed, a content smile on his face.
Eddie Kaspbrak was happy.
SO HELLO HERE ARE A FEW NOTES PLS READ TYSM
this ending is ending a. i wrote two endings because i couldnt decide which i liked better
so ending b will be posted after part four as a bonus lil chapter thingy
you can decide whichever you prefer to be canon as i love them both
also im really self concious about this part so please give me your honest feedback ilysm
let me know if you want an epilouge! i would be down to write it
Teacher liked to get too close to my friends in secondary, ended up quitting.
Well, this is my story. I’m a male, 26 yo currently. I was in secondary in grade 10th at that time (not sure how it works in other countries, here in grade 10th students are 15-16 yo).
We had an English teacher, male of about 40. He liked getting too close to girls. I was 15 at that time and I was friends with many of the girls in my classroom.
Well, it happened that my friend, lets call her J, told me that the teacher (let’s call him W) liked getting too close to her, hugged her and liked touching her (not sexually but with sexual connotations) and made her feel uncomfortable. Of course, I did not like that at all. J, then told me that W used to make her kind of indirect-sexual propositions. J was scared because of that, but she did not tell her parents or any adult. I was not going to speak for her, but I had to do something about it.
I was one of the best students in the class, in most of the subjects. I didn’t like W, but anyways, he kinda liked me for being a good student. I started researching and I found out that J was not the only girl that W molested. There were some others who had the same problem.
I was talking with my friend over the phone one night and we came up with an idea. We would write a kind of newspaper article, where we would say all the things the teacher used to say or to do with the girls. We would not put names or something. It would be anonymous. Just W’s name. So I did write a beautiful article where I narrated what I found out. I said that W liked touching girls, that he made sexual propositions to them, etc. and if they did not believe what I wrote, they could ask all girls.
In my town, at that time, it was not common having a computer. So I went to a cybercafe (probably the only one in the town at that time) and I made a word file with the article. I printed it, afraid of being discovered by the place’s owner (in these small towns everybody knows everybody), but nothing happened. I went to a different place to make copies from the article. The store’s owner did not realize anything either.
I was quite afraid, but excited for what would come. We went to the school, had clases as usual, and before the class ended for lunch break, J and I asked permission to go to the bathroom. I gave her about three copies of the article so she would put them in the girls bathroom and I went to the guys’ one. I pasted them inside the cubicles, in the walls.
So break time came, all students went out from their classrooms and many of them went to the bathrooms. It was like watching an explosion. All students started gathering in the bathrooms. It was all a mess, everybody was talking about the articles found there. Some teachers went to see what happened, collected all papers and, I guess, went to the school director with the news.
W, was (obviously) mad at what happen. Filed a report at the police station, and went looking for information on who did that. The ones who new about it were about 5 people but none of us said anything. After the scandal, some other girls decided to talk and it seems that W molested quite a bunch of girls in the school. An investigation went on and teacher decided to quit during the investigation. Not sure if he was found guilty of anything else than just molesting girls, never saw him again.
I was freaked out cuz I thought they would find out it was me who wrote that. W actually went to the classroom, that same day, with a victim-like attitude saying that all was false, and that he suspected that the ones who wrote that were some enemies he had from outside the school because it was quite well written (it seems he thought we were stupid students not able to write that). Who would think that one of the best students, one of the most respectable ones would write that kind of thing?
I must admit that it could have been handled differently, but we were just teenagers and teenagers always think stupidly. Anyways, I don’t regret it. Teachers learned that it was not good business to play with girls like that.