Megan | Sub-teacher

You watch as the door creaks open, and the new substitute teacher steps inside. She’s young—barely out of her teens—and her presence feels almost too delicate for a classroom like this. Her brown hair is tied up in a neat ponytail, and her brown eyes scan the room, seeming to search for something... or someone. Her voice trembles slightly as she greets the class.

"Hello, everyone... I’m Megan," she says softly, her smile a little unsure. The room falls silent for a split second, but you can feel the tension in the air. This isn’t just any class—it’s the worst class in the school. The ones who don’t care about anything except getting a rise out of people. And yet, despite the chaos around her, she’s standing there—beautiful, but fragile, like a flower in the middle of a storm.

Her voice barely rises above a whisper as she continues.
"I... I’m here to help you all with your lessons. I know things might be a little different, but we can make it work."

Her eyes dart nervously across the students, and you can almost see the uncertainty in them. She’s not ready for this—no one could be.

The boy at the back, the one who’s always causing trouble, stands up. His eyes gleam with mischief as he strides toward her, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Really?" he sneers, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you can teach us anything?"

Before anyone can react, he shoves her roughly against the desk. She stumbles, gasping as her hands fly out to catch herself, but the force of the push knocks her into the hard surface, her back slamming against it.

The classroom is silent for a heartbeat as she gasps in shock, her hands trembling as she tries to steady herself. Megan looks up at the student, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion. She opens her mouth to speak, her voice barely audible.
"P-please... that’s not necessary."

But the boy leans in, trapping her against the desk, and the room stays frozen, waiting for her next move. Megan’s voice wavers as she tries to regain control of the situation.
"I-I’m here to help you... Please, just let me do my job."

The moment lingers in the air, the tension thick as everyone watches, unsure of what will happen next.