scheherazade_79
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Something light for anyone who’s been knotted up inside today, but primarily for Vana when she gets back 
I had to go to school today, and I totally wasn't in the mood. I couldn't sleep much last night, and when I did I kept getting these really vivid dreams.
I ate a tidy breakfast, but when I got to school I started feeling really queasy.
The moon must be doing something interesting, because it was one of those days where the kids are totally hyped up.
The last class before lunch did my head in so much that I gave them a detention for the first ten minutes of lunchtime. Usually I've been shopping the night before and bought some really nice things for lunch, which I eat someplace really scenic before having a cigarette and heading back to school for round two.
Today was different, though. I had to drive home to check up on my nan, who was home alone. By the time I'd fought through the traffic I only had 15 minutes to make something to eat, eat it, pee and make some important phone calls.
I made myself a sandwich. I didn't really want it, but it felt like the sensible thing to do. I had to eat it in the car on the way back to school, and my stomach was in such turmoil that I pretty much had to push it down my throat.
I didn't get back a second too soon. During the lunchbreak, it emerged that some of the kids had gone into the classroom and a big fight had broken out. They'd thrown chairs, pulled some of the posters down and had thrown water all round the room.
So then I had to play bouncer, stopping them from escaping so that senior management could be summoned to give them a bollocking.
Everything was cool after that. The kids apologised to me, and within ten minutes not even the FBI could have figured out that something had happened in that room.
I had a nice timelast lesson. I'd had some more positive news about Vana, and the kids I was teaching were older kids who I'd taught a few years back at that school. They finished their work, and I decided to go around the classroom, chatting with them and telling them some Zade stories.
I totally get off on having an audience...
Anyway, instead of walking the long way round to one of the tables, I decided to squeeze through a small gap between the bookcase and some kids' chairs. In doing so, I stumbled over a bag and lost my balance. And this is where it gets really interesting...
I found myself pretty much standing on my head. My feet were high off the floor and my body was being supported by my hands. I teetered for a while in that position, wondering how the hell I'd got there. Then I ended up doing something cross between a cartwheel and a backwards walk-over, using the bookshelves as rungs.
Several of the books fell to the floor. And then something terrible happened...
There was this horrible sound of tearing fabric, and when I found myself on my feet again, I noticed my pants had ripped across the arse
I made a joke of it and spent the rest of the afternoon laughing about it with the kids.
After school I decided that it was time to relax, so I rolled up a nice fat reefer and took it to the park.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I smoked it way too fast and sent my stomach into a real crisis... I leaned back, took deep breaths and concentrated on looking cool.
A female jogger was approaching. She was wearing really tight shorts and her bra didn't give her all that much support. She was very attractive, and I was looking forward to the moment she'd cross my path.
And the moment came.
I took one look at her, shot her my most seductive smile... and then hurled my guts up
I'm ok now, though. I'm actually quite hungry for the first time all day.
Love to everyone
