She Being Brand New [Gokusen: girl!au]
Gokusen!girl!au, Yamaguchi-sensei discovers there is a thief in the school's midst. 510 words. Prompt: 31_days, 26 March 2006.
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she being brand new
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Yamaguchi-sensei is still thinking about it later on in the staff room. After a double-period; two straight hours of class 3-D, she has a pretty good idea of how they operate already. In her family, if you can't suss a person out quickly, it can cost you your life. If you can suss out an entire group hierarchy, it can save you the same thing.
She also has a headache roughly the size of Asia.
It's while she's knocking back a couple of painkillers with bottled water that the Vice Principle announces that the collection money is missing. If 'announces' can also mean 'explodes at the top of his voice'. The painkillers go down, fortunately, but half the water sprays across Kumiko's desk. She's still trying to mop it up subtly with the sleeve of her tracksuit as she inquires into what on earth the Vice Principal is talking about.
"You can't possibly mean you think someone stole it?" she pipes up innocently. The narrowed eyes and freaky smirk in her direction insist that it is in fact exactly what the Vice Principal thinks.
"Well, it isn't someone from my class," Fujiyama-sensei shrugs, turning her face away and sticking her nose back into her magazine.
"It isn't someone from mine either!" Kumiko protests, but everyone just looks at her pityingly and shakes their heads. She's young and naive, but they needed new staff, it can't be helped.
"The girls from 3-D are just the type," the Vice Principal says, stalking the staff room with out-turned feet and one finger pointed out straight ahead of him. Kumiko can't help but feel that he's accusing her almost as much as her class, just for being their teacher. And yet, she can't for it, to have them feel the accusing stares on their backs, all the while not knowing why every teacher is so suspicious of them, out to get them.
"For being themselves!" The Vice Principal says, and Kumiko realises she's spoken the words out loud.
"Vice Principal," she begins very calmly, "have you ever taken a class with these girls?"
"What?" He frowns. "No, of course I haven't."
"Well then, how can you presume to know them?" Kumiko presses. "I may only have spent this morning with them, but I watched and listened, and I believe I know these girls very well already, by the things they don't say as much as those that they do!"
After all, 'buzz off out of my face, pigtails!' isn't really very much to go on, Kumiko thinks sourly to herself.
"In fact!" She says, not giving anyone a chance to butt in. She is, she tells herself confidently, on a roll. "I will go and speak to all the girls myself and see what they know about the collection money!"
She charges out of the door oblivious to any and all protest. She catches the mutterings fading behind her, but refuses to register the suggestion that 'tipping them off' will only make things worse.
No-one can stop her once she's made up her mind.
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she being brand new
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Yamaguchi-sensei is still thinking about it later on in the staff room. After a double-period; two straight hours of class 3-D, she has a pretty good idea of how they operate already. In her family, if you can't suss a person out quickly, it can cost you your life. If you can suss out an entire group hierarchy, it can save you the same thing.
She also has a headache roughly the size of Asia.
It's while she's knocking back a couple of painkillers with bottled water that the Vice Principle announces that the collection money is missing. If 'announces' can also mean 'explodes at the top of his voice'. The painkillers go down, fortunately, but half the water sprays across Kumiko's desk. She's still trying to mop it up subtly with the sleeve of her tracksuit as she inquires into what on earth the Vice Principal is talking about.
"You can't possibly mean you think someone stole it?" she pipes up innocently. The narrowed eyes and freaky smirk in her direction insist that it is in fact exactly what the Vice Principal thinks.
"Well, it isn't someone from my class," Fujiyama-sensei shrugs, turning her face away and sticking her nose back into her magazine.
"It isn't someone from mine either!" Kumiko protests, but everyone just looks at her pityingly and shakes their heads. She's young and naive, but they needed new staff, it can't be helped.
"The girls from 3-D are just the type," the Vice Principal says, stalking the staff room with out-turned feet and one finger pointed out straight ahead of him. Kumiko can't help but feel that he's accusing her almost as much as her class, just for being their teacher. And yet, she can't for it, to have them feel the accusing stares on their backs, all the while not knowing why every teacher is so suspicious of them, out to get them.
"For being themselves!" The Vice Principal says, and Kumiko realises she's spoken the words out loud.
"Vice Principal," she begins very calmly, "have you ever taken a class with these girls?"
"What?" He frowns. "No, of course I haven't."
"Well then, how can you presume to know them?" Kumiko presses. "I may only have spent this morning with them, but I watched and listened, and I believe I know these girls very well already, by the things they don't say as much as those that they do!"
After all, 'buzz off out of my face, pigtails!' isn't really very much to go on, Kumiko thinks sourly to herself.
"In fact!" She says, not giving anyone a chance to butt in. She is, she tells herself confidently, on a roll. "I will go and speak to all the girls myself and see what they know about the collection money!"
She charges out of the door oblivious to any and all protest. She catches the mutterings fading behind her, but refuses to register the suggestion that 'tipping them off' will only make things worse.
No-one can stop her once she's made up her mind.
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