02-10-2020, 01:59 AM
[glow=white,1,400]I LOVE YOU, CANNIBAL QUEEN ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Having a teacher for a parent wasn't all that bad, the only thing she had to go through was more than one lecture a day. Even then, Roxie didn't seem to mind at all letting her father practice his teaching tactics on her, of course, Roxie would make a few suggestions here and there. She was super supportive of her father especially when he participated in the bake sales, she'd always buy a dozen of his baked goods sharing them with her friends. Mainly to be supportive to her father and even if the muffins were sometimes a little burnt, she'd enjoy them knowing that they were made by Ahab and nobody else. Some of his dishes were unique to say the least and she often found herself making dinner for the most part, which she didn't mind at all since she took much pride in her cooking and baking skills.
She glared at her doodle only to begin writing a few crude words around the little drawing of the man, Roxanne bit her bottom lip while angrily scribbling around her small drawing on the edge of her notebook. 'Brute. Barbarian. Absolute ape. Vacuous. Abhorrent. Vul-' Her pencil tip broke at the sudden sound of her father's voice calling upon her, her eyes widened as she turned her attention over towards the English teacher, Ahab, who just happened to be her dad. She could feel her entire face growing hot as most of the students turned their attention over to her, she offered them all a faint, sheepish grin. Normally, she didn't act so off but after her little incident in the halls and being called upon, well, she would be on edge especially since she was certain that her father had at least heard all the commotion. Roxanne knew that it had been pretty obvious with her Pink Lady companions having all gasped and giggled at the sight, the greasers having a laugh at the man she had pushed into the dumpster.
Once more she grew distracted as a horrid stench reached her nose, she would glance over to see that it was the man from earlier. She could feel a sudden tug at her heart though her eyes would fixate themselves onto her father catching only a few of his words, she rose from her seat with the faint smile on her face. She took a deep breath adjusting the collar of her jacket, she would stand at the front of the class. Fuck. Her mind had gone blank, her eyes betraying her as she would continue to look at Greed, she closed her eyes briefly only to reopen them with a new demeanor much different than what she had been a few seconds ago "Hey," She would start feeling her confidence slowly coming back to her as she would continue to speak "As y'all heard m'names Roxie or Roxanne Roux! I was last year's class president, which was a completely neat experience. This is our senior year, so, let's make it a good one!" Well, now that was over she would give a playful salute to Ahab before sitting down at her desk near the window once more. If looking at the greaser wasn't hard enough to begin with then smelling him would definitely kill her. She sighed in soft frustration grabbing at the page in her journal, tearing it out as softly as she could only to crumple it up and stick it in her backpack.
Maybe she could apologize during lunch? Or if there was footage from the halls, she'd likely apologize in the principal's office. The thought made her heartbeat go fast though she knew that she deserved whatever was coming to her that day, she had heard the yelling in the hallway that she had assumed was the wounded man and well, if she was deathly honest; she was a bit worried. Moreso for her own friends wellbeing than her own. Her anxiety spiking just slightly as she gripped onto her journal, her eyes glancing to the large windows just barely able to make out the reflection of those in the back row. You've really fucked up this time, Roxie. She thought to herself resting one of her dark cheeks against the palm of her hand as she dedicated all of her attention back to Ahab. Maybe after introductions, she could go to the bathroom and just hide. Surely, that would work for a few minutes right? Ugh.
This would be an interesting year, she could feel it. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
She glared at her doodle only to begin writing a few crude words around the little drawing of the man, Roxanne bit her bottom lip while angrily scribbling around her small drawing on the edge of her notebook. 'Brute. Barbarian. Absolute ape. Vacuous. Abhorrent. Vul-' Her pencil tip broke at the sudden sound of her father's voice calling upon her, her eyes widened as she turned her attention over towards the English teacher, Ahab, who just happened to be her dad. She could feel her entire face growing hot as most of the students turned their attention over to her, she offered them all a faint, sheepish grin. Normally, she didn't act so off but after her little incident in the halls and being called upon, well, she would be on edge especially since she was certain that her father had at least heard all the commotion. Roxanne knew that it had been pretty obvious with her Pink Lady companions having all gasped and giggled at the sight, the greasers having a laugh at the man she had pushed into the dumpster.
Once more she grew distracted as a horrid stench reached her nose, she would glance over to see that it was the man from earlier. She could feel a sudden tug at her heart though her eyes would fixate themselves onto her father catching only a few of his words, she rose from her seat with the faint smile on her face. She took a deep breath adjusting the collar of her jacket, she would stand at the front of the class. Fuck. Her mind had gone blank, her eyes betraying her as she would continue to look at Greed, she closed her eyes briefly only to reopen them with a new demeanor much different than what she had been a few seconds ago "Hey," She would start feeling her confidence slowly coming back to her as she would continue to speak "As y'all heard m'names Roxie or Roxanne Roux! I was last year's class president, which was a completely neat experience. This is our senior year, so, let's make it a good one!" Well, now that was over she would give a playful salute to Ahab before sitting down at her desk near the window once more. If looking at the greaser wasn't hard enough to begin with then smelling him would definitely kill her. She sighed in soft frustration grabbing at the page in her journal, tearing it out as softly as she could only to crumple it up and stick it in her backpack.
Maybe she could apologize during lunch? Or if there was footage from the halls, she'd likely apologize in the principal's office. The thought made her heartbeat go fast though she knew that she deserved whatever was coming to her that day, she had heard the yelling in the hallway that she had assumed was the wounded man and well, if she was deathly honest; she was a bit worried. Moreso for her own friends wellbeing than her own. Her anxiety spiking just slightly as she gripped onto her journal, her eyes glancing to the large windows just barely able to make out the reflection of those in the back row. You've really fucked up this time, Roxie. She thought to herself resting one of her dark cheeks against the palm of her hand as she dedicated all of her attention back to Ahab. Maybe after introductions, she could go to the bathroom and just hide. Surely, that would work for a few minutes right? Ugh.
This would be an interesting year, she could feel it. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]