[ WP ] A substitute teacher falls in love with the absent teacher from their notes .

I sub a lot for the couple of middle schools in the area and its alright. But, there's one school I hate going to in particular, you know the ones, World Star Hip Hop Elementery, every area has one. Fuck my life for the next eight hours. I pull up to the school and park in an inconspicuous place just down the road. You'd be surprised ( no matter how much these kids deny caring ) what these little savages will do if you rub them the wrong way. 
 Polishing off the flask of black velvet I was nursing on the ride here I ready up by cracking my neck. `` Just another spectacular day by the grace of God'' I think to myself as a pair of pregnant, scantily clad teens, saunter by. `` Where where these girls when I was a minor?'' 
 
 Entering the school I make my way by them all; co-workers and students alike. There's something so demoralizing about walking through a school, you think it's depressing as a child? Wait until your an adult. I enter the classroom and start to prepare for the day assembling the required paperwork for attendance etc. 
 
 When suddenly... A wild journal appears! 
 
 Curiosity smashes privacy as the hunter clubs the baby seal. I open it about a fourth of the way through and start at the first journal entery I could find. It speaks of wondrous things, marvelous things. Parties and awkwardness, vidya gaems and rage, fapping and weird shit. Then I saw it, the golden phrase, a phrase I've been waiting my whole life to hear come out of a gurls noise box. JET FUEL CA N'T MELT STEEL BEAMS. It was almost all too much to take in; this was surely not the work of a femtard? Could it?! My heart races I look around the room searching for a name, or picture, or something, to positively identify the person this journal belonged to. Then the students come through the door, get on the floor, everybody do the dinosaur.
