Sarah woke up early. While she usually always did wake up early, this was earlier than early. It was, after all, only 4 am. Yawning and stretching like a cat, Sarah crawled out of bed and rolled across the room to lie down upon the tiger-skin rug in the middle of her room, her lithe, buck naked figure covered within the folds of the striped fur. She looking up into the ceiling, across the varied stuffed animal heads and trophies she had stuck all across the walls, and scowled.
“Bah, I’m starving. Didn’t eat enough yesterday, shoulda filed a complaint about the lack of meat on the menu. Are these idiots trying to turn me into a herbivore or what??”
Grumbling while scratching her bare belly, Sarah got up and rummaged through her closet, taking out her jersey. It was one of her favorite pieces to wear - simple, warm, and easy to move in. Perfect for a quick dip outside. Anyway, it was time to go out and look for a morning snack before breakfast.
Slinking through the corridors of the dorm building, Sarah moved through the building and towards the cafeteria to sneak some food out. She didn’t want to wake anyone up, especially after that one time when she had nabbed a chicken from the pens and had tried bringing it back with her to her room alive. That was a mess, not to mention a number of complaints being lobbed at her especially by the more studious members of the student body who lived in that particular dorm. Honestly, the complaints weren’t that big an issue, until the School threatened to cut down on the number of times they let her leave the grounds in order to hunt. Assholes. As if sticking her in a boring environment without any big game wasn’t already torture enough.
Having left the building without disturbing anyone, Sarah sneaked towards the main building, headed for the storage where they kept some of the better cuts of meat. Opening the door was easy - this wasn’t the first time Sarah had sneaked food from the fridges, at any rate. Normally, she would have gone hunting her own game, but it wasn’t quite the time for that without preparations, not to mention it would be a hassle getting in and out of the academy grounds when all she wanted was a small snack, although her definition of small might be somewhat off.
Rummaging through the cuts, she found a rather meaty portion of tenderloin. Her mouth watering at the prospect of a nice juicy slab of meat, Sarah took the package and went into the kitchen to cook the meat. After she had finished, she started the trip back, already munching on her snack while skipping back towards the dorms.
Perhaps it was the meat preoccupying her, but she didn’t notice a particular someone running at top speed towards her until that figure was a few feet away. Startled, she nearly dropped the meat, only holding onto it with her sharp teeth. The figure soon caught up to her due to momentum - but only then slowed down to pause and stare at Sarah’s nonplussed face, meat still hanging by her teeth.
“Huh, aren’t you Sarah? That transfer student that got enrolled by the American Government for over hunting, or wait, was it poaching…?”
A rather energetic looking countenance with a somewhat dumb look to it, which was funny and endearing at the same time. This was the PE teacher, Rebecca Matthews. Probably she was doing some kind of morning jog, only at her top speed…Rather popular with the students too, considering she was a dutiful and nice woman.
Honestly, Sarah had never really paid much interest in any of the School’s students or faculty, considering she didn’t consider any of them to have much consequence upon her life. As said before, this School was more of a prison to Sarah rather than anything else. Occasionally she took note of the more athletic members of the community, considering she might be able to pick up a move or two that she could use in her future hunting escapades. Therefore - Sarah usually kept to her own, not getting involved with anything.
….Thus, she was rather unsettled her when a teacher actually noticed her.
“Uh...yeah, ‘over hunting’, that’s me. What’s up, teach?”
Rebecca had fully stopped and was catching her breath for a bit, breathing in deeply. After she took in one more deep breath, she smiled widely and patted Sarah’s shoulder.
“Well, aren’t you a diligent one, waking up so early and working out! Not even that many of our athletes here are that devoted to keeping their training up to speed.”
Sarah was still nonplussed, but it was indeed rather dark. Perhaps the teach had not seen the meat dangling from her mouth?
“But you know, as a teacher I can’t have you stealing from the School’s cafeteria. Maybe you can’t help it; you’re a growing girl, and you get hungry often. Still, what’s wrong is wrong, and as your teacher, I need to deal out a punishment.”
Sarah’s expression soured, as she expected another bout of threats with cuts on her hunting exploits. Man, this day was starting to be rather shitty.
“Well then, you’ll accompany me for the rest of my run around the campus.”
….What?
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Rebecca had been nice enough to wait for Sarah to finish her piece fo meat (It’s not nice to leave food lying about!!!) and then give her a drink of her own special sports drink (which tasted like a bunch of different ion drinks mixed and shaken together). Then, they began their trek across the campus. Rebecca did slow down a bit for Sarah - who was indeed a good runner, with enough stamina - but didn’t really match up to the iron fortitude of that of the teacher. Sarah was strong and fit enough to run a marathon, but this kind of breakneck speed jog was unheard of.
After a few laps, Sarah was already panting like a dog, while Rebecca was sweating but not winded.
“Done already? Geez, and I was expecting a little more stamina from you. I hear some hunters chase their prey until they drop, but you’re lacking a bit in that department, aren’t you?”
Chuckling, Rebecca trots over to one of the campus benches, patting the seat beside her and signaling Sarah to sit down. Too out of breath to give the teacher a proper retort, Sarah slumped on top of the bench, looking into the dawn that was just breaking beyond the buildings of Iowa.
“...Dammit, teach. Now I’m all hungry again.”
Rebecca just smiled, taking out her small bottle of sports drinks and offering some to Sarah, who gladly accepted. Her throat was parched after all that hectic running.
“Well, at least its soon time for breakfast. You won’t have to nick anything from the kitchen this time.”
“Who knows, teach. I live how I want to, or at least that’s how it was until they stuck me into this prison. I honestly don’t give two shits about anyone here or anything - I just want out.”
Rebecca’s smile faltered for a second, but then she chuckled.
“Well, Sarah. I’m probably not the one to be giving you advice, considering I’m not the smartest teacher around - but at least I can tell you this. Do you really think this place is a prison?”
Sarah stared at the teacher again, wondering what she meant.
“I mean, here, there are dozens of talented individuals. This is a school for geniuses in one way or another. That means, no matter how you were enrolled into this school, you’re still considered a genius in one way or another, right?”
Rebecca kicked her long, well-formed legs back, stretching out her thighs.
“Everyone here is different in terms of talent or background, but at least they all are appreciated in one form or another. You too were also chosen for something, no doubt.”
Sarah scowled, her sharp teeth glinting in the rising sun.
“I didn’t ask to be chosen, and I’m pretty sure I’d rather be out there hunting more game than be stuck in a classroom learning crap-I-don’t-give-a-fuck. Sounds totally asinine, if you ask me.”
Rebecca didn’t laugh this time, especially not after Sarah had just spat out a bunch of profanities. She had a serious face as she looked at her reluctant student, still young and green.
“You do know, Sarah, that there are many other people at this school who came here because of their physical prowess, right? Are you saying you really have nothing you can learn from your experience here?”
Sarah’s face faltered for a second. Sure, she was good, even near the best, at what she did. However, there were some moves that kids in this school could pull off - some that she thought might really come in handy. The acrobats, the parkour, the other sports activities...Well, maybe not football. That kind of contact sport wasn’t really her thing.
Rebecca didn’t miss that change of atmosphere. While she wasn’t the brightest person around, she was, at least, somewhat competent in understanding the thoughts of a younger student.
“See? Gotta make the most out of your current position.”
Sarah wasn’t fully convinced, but she shrugged, not about to argue when the point had been so clearly made.
“....Still, you aren’t supposed to talk to your teacher like that. You still need some punishment, it seems…”
Sarah felt the hair on the back of her neck rise in alarm as a dark aura mingled around the PE teacher. Now why did she let her tongue flap like that...While she could try and run, Sarah had no confidence in outrunning the PE teacher, especially not after that initial run.
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That morning, before breakfast, many a student saw the sight of a crazed teacher running like a maniac around the school, with a blond, sharkfaced girl panting and wheezing behind her, nearly about to pass out.
Fun: 10
Interestingness: 9
ICness: 10
Execution: 8
Total: 37
Pretty good as well. Only flaw that I could point out is that while it had a point going on it wasn’t quite finished with it and left it bouncing. It was still quite the fun read, just felt a wee bit inconclusive compared with the other two.
Originally Posted by Erlkonig
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