Remy Hart

Remy had just received her teaching certificate and was accepted at a very prestigious local school. At the relatively young age of 24, Remy was starting her teaching career and she was thrilled. It was a small private school near where she had grown up that was known for having a high percentage of its students entering into top-tier colleges, and as such the teachers there were paid very well but their jobs were demanding. Each teacher at the school was in charge of a single class of high school seniors, age 17 or 18 under normal circumstances, and would be responsible for teaching all of the subjects to that class. The entire school consisted only of teachers and seniors. Students would transfer here for the last year of high school to get into smaller classes with more focused teachers to attempt to gain an edge over others, and the school had a nearly 100% success rate for it.

Part of the conditioning for Remy's acceptance at this school was that she would be on a type of probation for her first year. In order to secure her job for the following year and lose the probationary status, all of her students had to pass their finals, which would be made by her but reviewed, proctored, and graded by one of the senior faculty members to ensure that the students were being taught to the standards they were famous for, lest they lose the support of their wealthy clientele. Remy was certain that she could do the job and so she wasn't concerned and considered the probation a mere formality. However, her students would find a way to make it into a living nightmare.

Remy always dressed very modestly, having grown up in a sheltered home and having spent her time focused on her studies, she hadn't made many friends or had much of a social life. She had blonde hair that came down to her mid-back that she kept in a ponytail or occasionally a bun. She had a slim waist and well-rounded hips she kept concealed by wearing stiff professional-looking outfits. A vest and jacket helped to mask her 34D breasts as well, making her look rather rigid and in control. She was put in charge of a class of 9 students, which was about average for the school, and it consisted of 5 boys and 4 girls.

Remy's Class Roster;

Bailey, Adam Age - 18, DoB - May 17

Callahan, Zack Age - 18, DoB - Aug 20

Gibson, Alison Age - 18, DoB - Feb 28

Greene, Eva Age - 18, DoB - July 5

Hartley, Hazel Age - 17, DoB - Sept 30

Parker, Colin Age - 18, DoB - Dec 14

Pruitt, Leo Age - 19, DoB - June 9

Pruitt, Sky Age - 17, DoB - Oct 27

Strong, Matt Age - 17, DoB - Oct 8

Remy was certain they would be a group of serious students eager to learn and advance their education, but she was sorely mistaken. They were all there to get away from the overcrowded public schools and stuffy private schools they had been attending and were intent on taking this year easy, and when they learned they had a probationary teacher, a mistake Remy had made introducing herself on the first day of class, they knew they had her career in their hands. The first thing Remy learned on her first day teaching this class was that Leo and Sky were in fact siblings, a very unusual occurrence in any school especially this one, but apparently their family was one of the biggest benefactors of the school and, as such, they were granted most requests within reason. Leo was 19 already, having been held back a year at some point in school while his sister Sky was 17 at the start of the year, and the youngest one in the class, and turned 18 just before Halloween.

The class was progressing slowly but steadily for the first couple of months while Remy got used to the challenges of the job and as she slowly got to know her class. September then October slowly faded as the weather got colder, leading into a very fateful November. As the Thanksgiving holiday came into view, the class decided it was time to relax.

"No one ever wants to work when it's this dreary outside," Leo said loudly interrupting the lesson again.

"No one is keeping you here," Remy said with confidence she didn't feel.

"Listen here Remy-" Leo began with his usual arrogance.

"I told you, while in class you are to call me Miss Hart," Remy said sternly to his deaf ears. She now regretted introducing herself by her full name on their first day of class and made a mental note to not repeat it the following year.

"Yeah whatever you say Remy," Leo said tunning her out, "I know how the new hires here work, and if any of us fail, you lose your job." Leo smirked knowing that this was something she had been fighting to keep from happening. The truth was that none of the students wanted to fail, but they also didn't want some stuffy old crone of a teacher to sit there lecturing her all day either, and to them, that is exactly what Miss Remy Hart looked like.

"Be that as it may," Remy said sternly, "I know none of you will fail yourselves on purpose just to get me fired if I keep making you work."

"That is a fantastic idea!" Eva declared, "A good old-fashioned game of chicken, see who blinks first?"

"You guys shouldn't be so mean to sissy," Hazel said in a hurt voice, "she is just trying to do her job."

"Please don't call me that," Remy said with a sigh. Hazel had been tickled pink when she learned they had similar last names and declared Remy her older sister and was determined to treat her as such. These kinds of arguments had become commonplace in the last week, and now that it was the week of Thanksgiving, they were determined to take the whole week off rather than just Thursday and Friday. This Monday was dragging on too long, by lunchtime, Remy was almost ready to throw in the towel, but she knew if she failed here her chances of getting even a decent job elsewhere was virtually zero. The fame and connections here meant that if one of her students failed she would likely be blackballed from every teaching job in the state. Remy ate her lunch outside, as the weather was warmer today and she needed the fresh air. Once she finished, she managed to psych herself up for the second half of the day, determined to make them do work come hell or high water. She was feeling revitalized as she walked back to her classroom. The fresh air and time alone did the trick, she would be ready to take these young adults on in their little game of chicken and win. Remy got to her class, turned the doorknob, and stepped inside. What she saw made her mind go blank and she almost screamed.