I'm in the auditorium with a bunch of other girls for our class on manners. Zola is here as well, I hadn't seen her since the day I left for camp. She sits to the side, talking to the girl with the buzzed head.

This group, which consisted of four other girls, seemed to be filled with the troublemakers, was this an intentional decision? Would they be extra harsh on us?

"Silence." Mrs. Wickenburg says as she walks inside the auditorium accompanied by a tall woman. Behind them was Mr. C who looked a bit uneasy as he walked besides the tall woman.

Once they reach the front of the auditorium, Mrs. Wickenburg scans the group before she narrows her eyes. "Where is Ms. Lines?"

I suddenly feel bad for the girl, even if she did intentionally skip the lesson.

When none of us respond, Mrs. Wickenburg shakes her head. "Ms. Cara, please begin. I'll go find that delinquent." She says as she turns to walk out.

Once she leaves the tall blonde smiles. "Hello, I am Ms. Cara but from this moment on you will address me, and any other teachers in this auditorium as Madam and Sir. You cannot call us by our names. Failure to do so will end in punishment." She instructs with her hands folded in front of her. Mr. C doesn't look too impressed with this, but he doesn't say anything.

"I will start by telling you what we hope to achieve." Ms. Cara nods before looking around with her blue eyes. "By the end of next week, we will be having guests over at our school. While they evaluate the school, you will be assisting them. By the end of the day, you will be serving them a meal. There are five of you, I hope there is no trouble." She smiles brightly.

A girl raises her hand, looking a bit confused as she takes in the information.

"Yes?" Ms. Cara nods.

"So we're just gonna be servants?"

"No, do not ask such useless questions again, and if any of you say 'gonna' or any other slang, there will be consequences." Ms. Cara threatens. Before another word can be spoken the auditorium doors burst open and Mrs. Wickenburg enters dragging a girl by her hair, who cries out in protest.

We all silently stare in horror as they both are brought up to Ms. Cara. The girl (Ms. Lines?) is forced up the stairs of the auditorium as she tries pushing Mrs. Wickenburg off of her.

I squeeze my eyes shut in hopes of blocking this all out but her screams are too loud.

What is wrong with this school?

I hear the lock of a door and suddenly her screams are hidden by her banging on the attic door in protest.

"Since today's lesson was awfully disturbed, you all must write a five page essay on why coming to these classes are important, in order to make sure there are no repeats." Ms. Cara orders. We all shuffle quietly to get our papers, ignoring the banging from the attic.

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The next morning, another girl runs out the office with a buzzed head. There is still some shock but less rumors.

I enter the classroom early again, this time Mr. C isn't there, instead it's Mr. Howell and Ms. Cara. They converse quietly but it seems Mr. Howell didn't like anything that came out of her mouth.

They both spot me as I take my seat. "Good morning."

Ms. Cara narrows her eyes. "Do you not know how to address your superiors properly?" She asks as I take out my notebook.

"Superiors?" I scratch my head as I take in the word.

"Is there a problem, miss?" She doesn't seem happy with my attitude it seems.

"Yes, I don't see you as superior to me." I state in a calm voice.

She pauses. "Then who is superior to you?"

"No one?" I almost question it.

"And why is that, miss?" She narrows her eyes. Mr. Howell just watches the encounter with interest, he looks a bit ill. Was that why he was out?

"I just don't think considering people better than you will help you in any way, plus I've never met anyone better than me." I shrug.

"So you consider yourself better than everyone else?" She seems satisfied to catch me doing something wrong.

"No, I just see them as equal to-"I try explaining but she shakes her head.

"End of discussion."

"How is that fair?" I ask. She doesn't seem too happy with me.

"I told you yesterday to address me as madam, and you have not done that once in this discussion. Come up here." She demands.

"I haven't addressed you at all, so technically I didn't break your rule." I try finding a loop hole. My mother would probably be proud of me for fighting my way out of this but I know this isn't court. Ms. Cara was bias and wouldn't listen to me.

"You have a big mouth, young lady. Come up here before I make your punishment worse than it is." She demands in a loud voice.

Mr. Howell sighs. "She does have a big mouth." He mutters.

"Excuse me?" Ms. Cara looks at him.

"Nothing, I was just agreeing." He nods as he begins scribbling in his notebook with disinterest.

The encounter makes me smile a bit, Mr. Howell peaks up at me and winks.

"Young lady, nothing about this is funny. Get up here now." Ms. Cara orders.

I walk up to her but don't plan on listening further. "This is not right."

She leans into my face, looking at me closely. "Guess what? There are no one here, or anyone to tell me I am wrong. So hold out your hands, before I have them removed."

This wasn't fair and I know damn well she couldn't do this.

It feels like I've been drenched in gasoline, like she was preparing to burn me. However, I was already on fire.

I hold out my hands, looking directly at her face. She grabs a ruler, Mr. Howell looks in shock.

His shock was caused by the fact that I was actually listening for once.

"Ms. Cara, I do not see any rules being broken." He speaks up.

"Does it matter?" 

Bitch.

She strikes my hand hard with the ruler, making them sting. She brings it down five more times, but I refused to show any emotion to it. She didn't seem happy as she held the ruler in her hands. I lower my hands and stare at her with narrowed eyes.

She grows a bit angry and almost speaks again but the crowd of students entering stop her.

"See you this afternoon, Mr. Howell." She doesn't even look at him as she exits. My hands have become my personal heater, I look down, seeing how red and irritated my hands look.

"Here." Mr. Howell hands me a tube of lotion. I grab it, staring at it for a second. Soothing Lotion. I look at him with a small smile, as he writes something down.

"Have you done your homework?" He asks causally as the students prepare for class.

"I have."

He stops writing and looks up at me. "Are you going to use the lotion?" He looks at me curiously.

I snap out of my phase. "O-Oh yeah." I nervously open the lotion and put some on my hands. It smells a bit like cologne, it's soothing.

I hand the tube back to him. "Thank you."

He only smiles.

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A/N:

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Damn, my teachers love fucking me over. So I've got tons of homework, I didn't feel like keeping this chapter another day, so I'm deciding to publish it now. Point out any mistakes if you catch them.

Anyways, another Dan and Phil interaction in the next chapter. Hopefully that will be up in three days.

P.S. I re-read my book and the comments made me die. Thank you for brightening my awful day.

-Sincerely Chloe Bites (my name isn't Chloe but still)