Madison Faye (26 y/o,English Teacher ,Myths in the news.)

Madison Faye is a 26-year-old British English Teacher. She is 4'11, naturally blonde, fir, and quite busty, but hides it under baggy clothes. She wears glasses and has a pretty face. At the start, she is wearing a cardigan, a black knee-length skirt, and tights and has her hair up in a ponytail.

Social media was a mistake.

This was a philosophy I had always stood by, ever since I was little and everyone was joining MySpace and Facebook. It only seemed to cause upset, and the small dopamine hits you got from it just weren't worth the online harassment, bullying, and mental anguish. However, I have had to accept over the years that it isn't going anywhere. Teens will always post photographs of their food and videos of their cats and there's nothing I can do to stop that. Doesn't mean I have to like it.

The date was June 19th, 2024, a Friday; the best day, the day that ends my work week. It was lunchtime and I was sitting enjoying a cheese sandwich and reading a book of poetry by Edgar Allen Poe beneath the shade of my favourite tree. His poetry had always interested me, even as a child. It was always so... dreary. The way he viewed the world and described his own was truly something special and unique, I'd never get tired of it. This was what I was thinking when I was hit in the face by a football. I dropped my book as my glasses went askew and I swore under my breath, a muscular teen jogging over to me.

"Oh shit, Ms. Faye! I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed, bending down and grabbing the ball. I groaned as I cradled my nose and glared up at him.

"Mind your language McDonall." I said in what I liked to think was a stern tone, but due to the nos cradling came out as more of a nasally toddler's voice. "Right! Yeah! Sorry, Miss!" The boy said, a slight blush on his face, before running back to his friends who were chuckling and preparing for what I assume was a round of teasing comments. I let go of my nose, looking down at my book. Great. I thought, looking down at the butter and grated cheese smeared over the pages. Just, great.

After that, I tried to enjoy my remaining sandwich but found I had lost my appetite and, in a foul mood, began my trudge back over to the English department, walking past various students on their lunch break. At a first glance, you might mistake me for a student due to my short stature (Around 4'10) and young face, but this wasn't the case. I graduated from my course at the University of The West of England in 2020, just after lockdown kicked off, and had managed to get a job here (at Whorrington High in the US) after just 7 months. Of course, I had to move here from Swindon and wait for the lockdown to end, but it had been nice knowing I would have a job afterward. Lockdown was quite serene in my small one-woman apartment but had given me a chance to try lots of things. Of course, I soon ran out of books and movies so actually ended up doing something I swear I would avoid at all costs. I bought a smartphone. I mainly used it to watch shows on streaming services and to contact my family but did occasionally watch a baking tutorial. I still refused social media though. Grumbling as I approached my classroom, I heard laughing and music from inside. My brow furrowed; nobody was supposed to be in here at lunch, so, I put on my sternest face and pushed open the door. Immediately, I spotted a group of four students: Tiffany Briar, Stephanie Miller, Darren Craig, and Jared Harris. I should have known, cheerleaders and jocks. The girls looked at me with shock as I surveyed the situation. On the table, resting against some books was a phone. And it was playing music. I scowled, this wasn't the first time I'd caught them committing such a heinous act in an empty classroom.

"Tiffany and Stephanie! What have I told you about filming your Tock-Tocks in my classroom!" I exclaimed, marching over to the group, and dropping my bag on my desk.

"Miss!" Tiffany exclaimed, moving to cover the phone, "It's not what it looks like!" I sighed and folded my arms.

"Then what is it, Miss Briar?" I asked, raising an eyebrow bemusedly. She froze at this. "I-I-" She managed to stutter out.

"She was taking dirty pics, Miss," Jared called from over her shoulder I glared at him.

"Shut it, Harris, else I'll give you a week's detention." I extended my hand out to Tiffany. "Phone. Now." She handed it over reluctantly before I shooed them all out of my room. "You can come to collect it at the end of the day." And with that, the door was shut. I sighed, going over to my desk and putting the phone on it. Then it started playing music. I glared at it, before realising that it was still on that infernal "TockTock" app. I should have just shut it off, and put it in my desk drawer, but...