He could walk there after school, spend an hour or two with some toddlers, then go home. After browsing through the job listings, he decided on a daycare right across from the highschool. One of PJ’s classes offered extra credit if he chose to work at/near his highschool. “Yes’m,” he said, nodding, and immediately rushing out, not pushing the chair back in.Įxpanding on idea: a revamped pj’s daycare where pj hates his job and all the kids are shit Don’t let this happen ever again, young man. “If what you’re saying is true, I won’t report you to your school, but your lucky I’m not. She sighed, rubbing the temple of her nose and mumbling, “What am I going to do with you,” before actually addressing him again. He had a fake weed card, too, so he could pull that out if she mentioned it. He sometimes used nicotine with it, but it was mainly weed. The pods don’t have nicotine, either, so it’s legal.” Her eyes narrowed, but PJ could tell she bought it (years of lying to his parents granted him this). “I got in my friend’s car to change after weight lifting,” he said, maybe a little too quickly. “You walk here,” she snapped, cutting him off. PJ’s brain worked quickly to make up a “damn good excuse”. “Why do you even have this? Your 17, for Christ’s sake! And why on Earth do you have it in your school backpack? This makes it a school issue! I have to report this to your school and you bet your ass I’m telling your parents unless you cough up a damn good excuse.” His lack of response seemed to only fuel Lucy’s rage. If he wasn’t so scared, he’d be mad at Fell for going through his stuff. He thought he had been slick about it, hiding it behind his unused calculator that was hidden deep in his (pretty messy) backpack. “…” PJ didn’t say something, looking away. “Tell me why I caught Fell running around with a Juul.” Lucy spat the word “Juul” out like it tasted bad. Oh no, PJ thought as he looked back up at Lucy. She tossed him something, him catching it out of reflex. Sitting down maybe too comfortably to be respectful, he looked at Lucy. He kept his chin up, shutting the door behind him. He got up, heading over to her office, well aware of Goth and Palette’s stares. Still, he was sure it would be better than playing family with Fresh. His…not-so-great grades, for lack of better words, resulted in a lot of screaming from his teachers and parents. Actually, PJ was used to getting yelled at in general. PJ was used to getting yelled at by Lucy. He cringed, hoping that she was just checking in on the kids rather than yell at him. He grabbed his scarf and yanked it free from Fresh, watching as he (rather pathetically) rolled onto his back.Ī door opened, one PJ recognized was Lucy’s. He had already gotten yelled at enough for that. “Stop it,” he snapped, refraining from adding twerp. His entire weight made PJ’s scarf tighten around his neck, choking him rather efficiently. He wasn’t actually busy, but Fresh didn’t know that.įresh scowled, dropping. Maybe next time,” he said with a rather forced smile. PJ, (maybe a little too quickly) was getting annoyed. “Pway famiwy with me!” Fresh demanded, yanking on PJ’s scarf. (TW: mentions of underage smoking and weed usage. (Lucy is my character and a placeholder until I find an actual manager of the daycare. (Expansion of idea: a revamped pj’s daycare where pj hates his job and all the kids are shit.
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