"Hi, Mom. Bye, Mom," Joe said breathlessly as he ran out the door, grabbing an apple for the road. Quickly he jumped in his car, started the ignition and backed out of the driveway, almost running over the grass as he did so.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!!!!" Joe screamed when he looked at the time. It was 8:15, and school started at 8:25 - no exceptions. He drove as fast as he dared down the road making sure there were no cops around to pull him over. Time seemed to go by faster then it should. It was already 8:20 and he still had two miles to go, in addition to getting his books ready for his first class. Trees zoomed by, the engine roared. This was the fastest he had ever gone. He only hoped that his old engine (it was his father's old pick-up truck before his) could hold up.
Finally he pulled into the school parking lot, jumped out of his car and ran inside - he did not want to have to meet, with his bitchy school principal, Miss Blanc. Although, she was hot as hell, she also took no crap from students, and had probably given more detentions in her two years in the position, than the oldest teacher at any school.
Joe burst through the doors, running for his locker. He looked at his watch - two minutes. While he was looking down he ran right into Miss Blanc, wearing one of her suggestively tight, low-cut, business attire. Everyone knew she was a slut - always trying to get with the male teachers, but none of them could possibly put up with her attitude, no matter how good-looking she was. They just didn't balance out.
"What the hell are you doing young man?" she asked.
"Uhh, um. I'm, uh, sorry, Miss Blanc..." he trailed off nervous as hell. "You see, I was running real late and have-"
"GO!" the principal shouted. "You're lucky I'm not giving you detention, but don't make me change my mind."
"Okay. Thank you." Joe quickly hurried away, breathing heavily. He quickly opened his locker, grabbed all his books, knowing that he didn't have enough time to pick only the necessary ones, and hurried off to class. He walked into his IB physics class just before the bell rang.
"Glad you could join us Mr. Smith," smiled Miss Cook. Miss Cook was the one faculty member in the school that could possibly match up to, or surpass the beauty of Miss Blanc, and because of that Miss Blanc hated her. She had natural platinum blonde hair, sky blue eyes and a HUGE natural rack - one that she never displayed in the slightest. Unlike Miss Blanc, Miss Cook was not a slut - yet another reason Miss Blanc hated her. Miss Blanc was one of those people that believe "If 'ya got it, flaunt it." Also, unlike Miss Blanc, Miss Cook was one of the nicest people that you will ever meet. Joe often had to stay after school with her in order to understand some of the more advanced aspects of her class, and she would always agree to stay.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I'm here though," he said, still out of breath.
"Please take a seat," Miss Cook said, still smiling. Joe went to the back of the room where his best friend, Mike was sitting.
"Hey, Joe, what took you so long?" he asked.
"I forgot to set my alarm clock," Joe lied - no one except his girlfriend (Erin in case you forgot) knew about his fantasy. He turned away from his friend and began to listen to the lesson...
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