![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Fill- Challenge 222 (DW)
Jun. 16th, 2023 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
romanajo123 ( I had to reread the Challenge. Because my original plan was focused on students. Schoolfic is something I don't write , Or at least haven't in... probably a decade or so. *blush* My anime fangirl days, and it's probably buried somewhere online. So since I've been listening to Sixth Doctor audios , here's him and Mel as faculty. For another cool number, my count was 333 :P )
Doctor Smith adjusted the tie around his neck one last time. More than one colleague had had pointed out that perhaps it was a bit garish or undignified for a history teacher to wear a multicolor tie with cats all over, but he liked it. As he headed down the hall towards the cafeteria, his eyes swept across the mass of students and fellow faculty. Though he couldn't help but pause when he got to one door in particular: the name on the outside read "Dr. Evelyn Smythe, History." How he'd missed her. They'd gone through teacher training together and she'd suck up for him on numerous occasions when he'd lost his temper or nearly stormed out. But a sudden burst of blaring music and shouting brought him out of his reminiscing.
It didn't take long to discern the noise came from the gym- the cheerleaders were having a last minute practice. And leading them was a young woman with flaming red hair , a blue and white uniform , and enough energy to power a rocket. With a loud blast of her whistle, the young woman dismissed the squad to go to lunch as she herself exited the gym., And proceeded to bump into Doctor Smith.
"Sorry" she apologized, her tone light and bubbly. " The girls and I were just getting in one more practice before this afternoon's pep rally. "
"Oh it's quite alright, Miss... Bush, isn't it?" Doctor Smith asked, brushing himself off. " I do wonder how you and the rest of them maintain such... spirit. "
" You're free to come and join us, you know" she said, half- serious. "It's a fantastic workout! As for the energy, myself and my girls are on a strict regiment. And there's my little secret..." She pulled a thermos from her bag, offering it to the history teacher.
Sniffing it, Smith declined almost immediatley. "Perhaps another time."
"It's only a bit of carrot juice. " she explained, taking a sip.
" All the same, I think I'd rather not."
