I do not hate the arts. Simple as that. Looking at about 5 + chapters. Read, Review & Enjoy!

Art Wars

Chapter 1

The corridors are crowded for a Friday morning at 10am. I glance from end to end at the people forming in groups, most look not a day over 12.

Oh right, new years have orientation today.

I slip into the filled classroom and walk up to the clean whiteboard, starting the lecture on literature in wartime.

I am the head of the English department, and also teach.

I have been teaching English literature for 5 years now, majoring it in college. I've always been interested in writing, so it's only natural I teach it.

The noise from outside dies down 5 minutes later, once the head master splits the new students off.

She pops her head in, giving me a sympathetic look.

'Sorry to disturb you Santana, but there's a meeting today, at 1. Usual place.'

I nod, sighing when she leaves. There goes my hour break. It better be for something important.

Turning back to the extensive diagram on the whiteboard, I write the last point and assign the work for the lesson.

The sun beats down on me as I stroll through campus at lunch. Passing the science building, I decide to pay the professor a visit.

When the doors open, a strong odor engulfs my senses. My guess is that the freshmen are experimenting.

All rooms are full with students hard at work either succeeding or failing at their experiments. Upon entering the room at the end, every student turns to me with a worried look on their faces.

It's no secret I am the meanest teacher here- Too many students have passed me with that I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude, and let's just say, they transferred classes upon crossing me.

I want the best out of my students, and if it means going all Lima heights, I will.

Professor Runstien sees me now and breaks out into a smile.

'Santana Lopez, how lovely to see you. Do what do I owe this pleasure?' He is as gay as all day. He motions for the students to continue working. A brunette was too scared to pick up her test tube and her gaze was on the floor.

'Thought I'd pay my favourite teacher a visit.' I say observing a filled test tube with what look like sodium chloride.

'How sweet of you.'

We talk for about 10 minutes, the students hard at work.

'Hey, did Tracy tell you about the meeting? Fairly last minute if you ask me.'

'Yeah, but I have no idea what it's about. Our monthly meeting was last week.' I reply.

'A little birdie told me that we are getting a new teacher. My guess is for the arts.' Then he gives me a cautious look.

Everyone of my colleagues knows my opinion of the arts, so I don't pry.

'Well I better go.' And promptly leave with a wave.

It happened in 2nd grade. When I started favouring English over arts. My 50 year old teacher tried numerous times to get me to do drawings or crafts or anything creative. I remained adamant reading the picture story books from the library.

Whenever someone in the teacher lounge mentions achievements in arts, I have to hold my tongue and not say that achievements in literature are more important and worthwhile.

That's why I'm hoping this new teacher isn't arty farty, because it will just add fuel to the flame.

When I grab my lunch from the cafeteria and enter the teacher lounge, everyone make it look like their tables are full. I know the routine by now. I set my lunch down next to the professor's.

'Sorry about leaving quickly earlier.' I huff out.

He turns to me. 'I understand Santana. Personally I don't like the arts either.'

I give him a shocked look. 'But I thought you liked the arts.'

He shakes his head. 'I like science more, and I guess I'm biased.'

I eat my sandwich happily.

When he gets up to go, he quietly says to me, 'If we do get an arts teacher, I'm hoping it's some young chap. That way at least it'll be more enjoyable listening to him boast about art like it's God.'

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At the strike of 1, I find myself in the meeting room of Miss Tracy Rivangton.

Rumours are an interesting thing, even more interesting when you spread them.

When I was in my 2nd year of college, I was so mad at the world that I took it out on surrounding people. One day, I woke up at 4am, broke into the printing lab, and created posters that incriminated that the head master was a prostitute.

No one found out it was me who did it, but they were suspicious.

That's not even half the crazy stuff I did in college. One time, I made up this mixture of extra strong laxative and slipped it in every teachers coffee when there was a band playing outside on campus. I didn't have any classes for 4 days after that.

It's a wonder I passed and got my diploma, now teaching at the same university I vandalised. I've mellowed out now, guess teaching does that for you.

I snap out of my fond memories when folders slam down and my colleagues enter. Tracy walks in with a wide smile - If I didn't know any better, I'd say she just got laid.

She motions for Jenny, the bumbling intern to pass out coffee and biscuits, tripping on her way out.

Tracy shakes her head.

Jake from fitness shuffles in his seat. 'You need to get a better intern there Tracy.'

Everyone looks at Jenny, fumbling to grasp all the folders on her desk.

She sighs. 'I know.'

Jake continues. 'I know someone who would be perfect for the job. That is when she graduates primary school.'

Tracy gives him a weird look. 'Anyway, I'm not here to talk about interns. I won't delay any of you. I know some of you are on break now and I wouldn't want to inconvenience you anymore.'

She shoots me a look and I smile back, quietly thinking, yes it's me your inconveniencing.

'There is going to be a new teacher joining us, effective immediately. She will be replacing Mr Gick.'

Hushed whispers circle the room. Mr Gick. Wait, wasn't he the head of-

She motions for someone to come in. 'So I would like you all to meet Brittany Pierce.'

A blonde, well dressed woman about mid twenties steps into the room. Wow, she's cute.

'Our new head of the arts department.'

Oh hell no.

tbc