M-motherfucker

[my gifs just aren't working
I don't know what's wrong]

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Warning! Mentions of abuse, profanity
and harassment read at your own risk!

BILLIE WILLSON quietly sat her biology paper near the front row of the class. It was a bright day but not too warm and the sun carefully shone, noon, mid-day lighting through the slits of the blinds. Pens and pencils anxiously scratched on paper as the classmates around her wrote down any nonsense that came to mind as this test made no sense to anyone and Billie doubted the teacher even knew how to write his own name at the top.

Billie was still staring at the first page of the test, clueless. Her vision was blurry because she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, scared that her mother would catch her off guard again. She wasn't going to be fooled anymore. She wasn't going to fall for the kind aura her mother put on around her friends. The same aura that made Billie believe she had some good left in her. There was no falling and no forgiving. Billie was done. The only reason she was even still in Rustbelt was because of Timothy. She could never leave him and he, her so both were stuck in a continuous cycle that neither wanted to break.

She carefully drummed her pencil on the table to her professor's disgust. His brows raised and his eyes appeared above the magazine he was reading. Some whispering around her began and her eyes wandered to Stanley Barber who sat right next to her. He was faced around in the direction of Syd who looked about ready to die. And in all honesty, Billie felt the same way. Stanley whispered something about having to talk to the girl which was one thing that needed to happen. Billie also needed to talk to her but assumed Stan would plan it out somehow. He seemed like the type to always have a plan even if it was made up by the second.

The teacher's magazine shot down onto his lap as he looked around the classroom."Eyes on your tests, no talking!" He re-enforced with a menacing scowl. He was that type of teacher who although had chosen teaching as a profession preferred giving out far more than what he was paid to do. Stan turned around and Billie followed suit, turning back to face her empty test paper.

The teacher suddenly got up again and approached the front of the class, lingering in front of Bradly, an ignorant jock and his girlfriend Dina. Billie had never interacted with either of them much but knew that Dina and Syd were inseparable and that Bradly was not liked very much by Syd. Billie spotted the hot-headed scowl that made its way onto Syd's face, one she reserved only for her mega pissed of moments.

The teacher stood, with bent posture and a smug smile that Billie wished she could have just slapped off his face. "Hey. How's it hanging?" He asked the pair, pensively sarcastic.

Bradly grinned awkwardly, knowing he had been caught. "It's hanging"

The teacher nodded his head a few times, in sync with the boy before Brad continued with his polite chat trying to somehow manipulate the very person who'd spotted him cheating off of Dina's paper. "And-Uh- how are you today sir?"

But his small-talk hadn't paid off one bit. The teacher reached for the papers and slowly slid them off both Dina's and Brad's desks. He examined them, checking each answer on each paper which all turned out to be the exact same.

"I didn't do anything wrong-" Bradley began to explain but the teacher cut in.

"Wanna try that again?" he teased.

Brad shook his head. "Well see my ankles been swollen and these pain meds I'm on they make it hard for me to focus and I was-"

"Detention after school" He cut in again. "Both of you" he added. "And you'll receive failing grades on this test."

Dinas face dropped and so did the boy's beside her. All heads were turned to the pair in surprise but were suddenly attracted to another disturbance. "Seriously!?"

"Excuse me?"

Sydney's eyes were wide because of the sudden attention which made her trip on her words for a second. "Dina's been studying this for weeks and now brad cheats of her". She shot an accusing finger in the direction of the boy and continued. "And she has to fail the test?! I mean, that is- bullshit!" She slammed her hand on the table, finalizing her point.

The teacher pointed to her this time and spoke. "You can take that language, straight to detention!" he roared.

Sydney folded her arms annoyed that her argument had done absolutely nothing but worsen her day and angrily sat back in her chair.

Billie was right next to the teacher and without thinking, she agreed with Sydney, out loud. "She's not wrong though" she mumbled quietly.

A vain pumped angrily on the teacher's forehead and he towered over Billie from above. "Would you like to repeat yourself, Miss Wilson?!"He raged and Billie thought she saw some stray spit fly out of a corner of his mouth.

"i-uh- No sir" She stuttered.

The professor put his hands together. "no, no go on tell me. What exactly did you say?"

"Nothing nothing at all" She repeated, slowly losing her patience just like Syd.

"I told you to say it" he seethed, his teethed clenched together.

"No"

She tried to subdue her anger.

"say it"

"Fine!" She yelped. "I said that Sydney wasn't wrong and you sir, are an ignorant fuck who doesn't understand that some people are going through shit!" She shouted, her voice only raising when it went very high pitched head the end.

His hands opened and closed looking as if they really wanted to strangle something, that something most likely being Billie. "Detention!" He roared and looked around the room. "Anyone else?!". His voice boomed and echoed through the room.

Nobody thought anyone would dare another one but every single person thought wrong. Stan stood up quickly and stared for a short second at the man in front of him. The teacher looked angry enough to be ill but that didn't stop Stan. The boy looked down quickly thinking of an appropriate or rather inappropriate approach to the situation. He spotted the stack of books on his desk and aggressively swiped them to the side. Everyone's faces lit in confusion but not anger so to continue the banter he stuttered before speaking. "Ai-uh, M-Motherfucker"

"Okay fine, detention for you too, Mr Barber" The teacher gave in, angrily. Stanley nodded and took his seat as the teacher walked away, extremely disappointed. Stan, once seated turned around to Sydney with a wide grin and big thumbs up. She sighed and buried her head in her arms.

Billie took her averted eyes and stared back at her unanswered, completely empty booklet of questions that she had twenty minutes to complete. Great.

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Detention was pretty close but the known five who had gotten it still had a class before they had to sit in the gym for hours. Billie wasn't perfect and she'd gotten detentions before, not to say you are perfect if you haven't. The first time she ever got a detention was in her social studies class. A group of people she didn't know very well were just messing around while the teacher explained the reproductive system and a boy in her group spilt Tipp-ex all over her copybook. He didn't give a shit and in all honesty, neither did she. She spent a majority of the class scraping the white liquid, then dry off into a neat little pile on her desk. Once she'd finished a kid pointed out that it looked very similar to a well-known drug which resulted in Billie unscrewing her pen lid and pretending to inhale the fumes. Her teacher somehow found this 'disrespectful' and gave her detentions for a straight week along with the boy who screamed 'cocaine!' in the middle of a girls presentation.

The other time was the cause of her dad when he wasn't sobered up. Billie's dad used to be an alcoholic which was mostly the cause of her mom or so Billie thought. Soon after he split up with Shelly, as they were never married, he moved away to England and travelled between Ireland from there. Billies second detention came about when Lesley burned her entire portfolio for art, mistaking it for firewood (somehow). Her teachers had not believed her excuse which was sort of understandable but stupid and she had ended up with a month of Saturday detentions which in her opinion were lowkey better than staying at home.

Her last class was calculus which she loathed with every hate cell her body could produce. Her teaches voice was most likely manufactured straight out of a dictionary factory and she couldn't help but want to cry during what to her, was a lengthy period.

Fortunately for Billie, the person she was least expecting to be told about excused of her maths duties and brought her family affairs to the front of the train that was that day.

Billie took a welcomed seat at her desk near the very back of the class where she sat nearly every maths period. Her legs were sore and felt as if they were constantly being dragged down by an anchor so when the monotonous voice of the front desk lady called for her through the intercom her legs screamed. They couldn't be heard but they screamed loud like hellhounds having just been released after thousands of years of imprisonment. They just really hurt.

Sighing angrily she eventual got herself up from her seat and headed to the office, what now?!

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Hey everyone! Thanks again or reading this you're all so nice and supportive and your comments really give me inspiration to write.

Fun fact: the first story about how Billie got her first detention(s) is actually how I got my first detention, yeah my first year self was w i l d. That's why it's oddly specific lmao.

Also if you're info stranger things plz read the eight of us, it's nearly ending and the ending got me feeling different even though I haven't published it yet, so check it out!

Also sorry for how cringy this story is lmao. Like it's very cringe.

Love y'all, byeeee!