Chapter One: Miss Stickler Begins Her Day Almost as soon as the alarm began ringing, Miss Stickler leapt out of bed and began her morning Yoga routine. It was the first day of the second week of the new academic year, and Miss Stickler was ready for anything. She threw open the sash window of her spacious, minimalist bedroom and slid open the Japanese style doors that separated her sleeping space from the rest of her loft style appartment. Yes! She sighed, as she breathed in the fresh September air. Today was the day. Today was the day that Kyle Reeves would truly understand what was meant by authorial intent. Almost in no time at all, she had driven the three miles to school. No need to worry about living within the catchment area of the School for Lovelies. How Miss Stickler had recoiled from horror stories told her by colleagues from other schools; stories about eggs at Halloween and...gosh, even swearing at teachers on bus stops! As Miss Stickler stepped out of her car, she was greeted with a hearty "Good morning" from a lad in Year 10. He was lounging against the wall of the Sports Hall, engrossed in a much loved copy of "Pride and Prejudice". "Good morning, Warren," sang back Miss Stickler, juggling her satchel and her TES. "Oh, Miss Stickler," came another voice from behind her. "Yes, Chelsie?" answered Miss Stickler, recognising the voice of an insecure Year 11 girl, and turning swiftly. "I've got that essay on the Omniscient Author transferred to disk for you, like you asked." Chelsie went red as she addressed her teacher, mostly out of respect but also because she was still bursting with pride at having been asked to complete a task by Miss Stickler. "Thank you, Chelsie," said Miss Stickler. "Would you mind awfully bringing it to my room at break time? You could take me through it so I don't do your work an injustice!" And thus the day began. Miss Stickler hummed as she strolled along to her classromm, a large, airy room, with enough space for 45 pupils in it, even though her largest class consisted of just 23 students. First lesson was Project X with Year 8. Miss Stickler set up her interactive whiteboards and plugged in the laptops along the ledge at the back of the room. Year 8 were quietly lined up expectantly outside the room. On the dot of 8.55, Miss Stickler went to greet them. Without one word from her, they silently filtered in and got themselves ready. Allana Rosepetal put up her hand. Miss Stickler invited her to speak. "Miss Stickler, I was wondering whether I might not sit next to Dwayne today? We had a row at the weekend for which I've still not forgiven him," explained Allana, politely. Dwayne looked slightly perturbed, but didn't say a word. "Well, now, Allana," began Miss Stickler, "don't you think you should put this disagreement behind you, and get on with it? After all, you aren't in my lesson to socialise, merely to broaden your horizons and strengthen your knowledge." "Fair comment, Miss Stickler," replied Allana. "Point taken." "Thank you, Allana," said Miss Stickler, and she and Allana shared a smile. Dwayne offered Allana his hand of friendship. Allana looked at Miss Stickler, who nodded imperceptibly. Allana shook Dwayne's hand and the lesson began in earnest. Continue this vomit inducing fairy tale in your own way while retaining the author's personal style and tone.