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Week A-
Monday: Science | English | Maths
Tuesday: Physical Ed | Music | French
Wednesday: English | Information Tech | Geography
Thursday: Technology | Physical Ed | Science
Friday: German | Maths | History
Week B-
Monday: RE | Drama | Maths
Tuesday: Science | English | Physical Ed
Wednesday: Art | French | Maths
Thursday: Geography | History | English
Friday: Technology | German | French
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"Ouch, we have triple French", Alison sympathised.
"I actually quite like French", I confessed which made her look half shocked and half confused. I think she thought that I was kidding because she started laughing, "We?"
"Yeah, you're in form G with me", Alison explained, "That means we have all the same lessons".
"Oh, right", I nodded, understanding, "By the way, why doesn't it say who our teachers are? I hope to God we don't have that Mr Smith teacher I just met".
"No, silly, we have the same teacher for everything", Alison laughed.
"What?" I asked, "I thought that was primary school stuff".
"Well, this college is different", Alison smiled, "Welcome to Manhattan".
"So, who is our teacher then?" I questioned.
"I don't know, some guy called...Mr Bates?" Alison asked herself, "No, no. Mr Bateman, that's it. I don't know him though".
My eyes drifted from Alison to the wall clock.
"What time does Science start?" I asked.
"Nine o clock", Alison replied.
"Alison", I said, "It's half nine".
"Shit!" Alison cursed and grabbed her stuff, practically dragging me behind her.
We ran to our Science room and burst in, receiving several stares from people.
"Ah, hello, Mr Bateman", Alison smiled, "So sorry we're late".
"I'm Mr Davidson...?" He said in more of a questioning tone.
"This is Science, form G?" Alison asked, a crease in her forehead.
"No, this is Science, form A", Mr Davidson corrected her.
Alison thrusted my timetable in my face.
"Look, we're in the right place", Alison moaned, "It says room S9".
"Alison, that's a 6. S6", I said as nicely as possible.
"Holy c-" Alison started but stopped when Mr Davidson started glaring at her, "...cow. Come on, Chelsea".
I gave Mr Davidson an apologetic smile as we shut the door and left the room. Then, we ran into the (hopefully) correct room which was S6.
A man with neat, combed, brown hair and brown eyes turned to look at us.
"Who are you?" Alison asked, straight to the point and ready to try another room.
"Mr Bateman", he said, a small smirk playing upon his lips as he watched us pant from running around the whole bloody school.
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Patrick Bateman, My Teacher
FanfictionChelsea Lakes moves to New York to attend her dream college but nothing is how she expects it once the new term starts to kick in. Her teacher is none other than Patrick Bateman who is really an 'American Psycho' but Chelsea doesn't know this. And C...
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