Thread: What They Don't Teach You (Astarte x MobiusAce)

Beaufort Preparatory. It was the place to go. Well, at least it was the place for rich parents to send their kids if they wanted them to follow in their successful footsteps. For those whose parents weren't quite as well off financially, a number of full ride and partial scholarships were offered on everything from academics, to sports, to personal interests and hobbies. Affording the prestigious high school a decent variety of students from different walks of life. Still, no matter where they came from, it all seemed to turn out the same. Freshman year, they would come in lost and frightened, often overwhelmed by the school's high standards and bullied by upperclassman. Sophomore year saw them with more comfortable amongst their peers but still struggling with the work. If they hadn't cracked by the time they became Juniors, they were confident and sure of themselves but began to slack off when it came to grades, preferring to explore the different clubs and electives the school had to offer. Senior year, nothing could touch you and you could talk your way into or out of anything you wanted. Name recognition of the high school was enough to secure your place in any of the top colleges so long as you graduated, and whether it be by throwing money towards a problem or threatening to drop out of whatever scholarship brought you there, Beaufort was not about to dismiss a senior for the sake of keeping their funding and nearly perfect graduation rate. It was a cycle that Allison Maddox knew all to well, for she'd been down the same path. Her parents had sent her to the school as a teen hoping it would curb her rebellious nature. In a way, it had but more by giving her an outlet for it. But that was a different time it was a life that she had left behind long ago. Seven years later, she had found herself back here with a position on the staff as the newest English teacher. Known for being strict with those in her class, to say she wasn't well liked would have been an understatement. Besides her rigidness, she was known to pile on the workload and expect perfection. They were, after all, a reflection of her skills and prowess. Still, when it came to dealing with her students, her youth provided her some leeway. Ms. Maddox could be quite charismatic once she had built up a repertoire with someone, usually when dealing with the girls who loved to talk about their problems with her. A curvaceous but toned figure helped the boys from griping too much. She was still a young woman and often chose to dress as such. A glimpse of a black bra underneath a light colored blouse when her blazer was left unbuttoned, or maybe even being able to point out the lace and bows on them when she took it off. The garters that could be seen holding up the sheer nude nylons when she crossed her legs just right. Allison knew how to play her cards and keep them interested all while maintaining a delicate balance between professionalism and a tease. Two classes and lunch down, two classes to go but still only the beginning of the week. An hour into the third class and she had them reading several chapters from Orwell's 1984 while she did some grading. It was a chance for some peace and quiet.