Author: lone-addrandomnumber

The Rivers Bounty [m] [Necro]

Antonio was lucky to have such supportive parents. They appreciated him and his hobbies. Proof of such was in his hands at the very moment. His father had given him this rod for his 18th birthday, it was some fancy pole for ocean fishing or something, he didn’t care or know. It was probably overkill for what Antonio was fishing for, but oh well. Through trial and error, he had found that the line mattered the most to him. Still, he appreciated the thought. He would have never thought fishing was something he would enjoy, and he likely wouldn’t have, if not for the Cártel de Sinaloa.

His line tightened, he jerked his pole up and felt his hook clasp onto something. Excitement whirled within him for a moment but quickly fell to disappointment as he began reeling the line in. He knew as soon as his line tightened that he hadn’t caught what he was looking for. Read more »

The Teacher’s Assistant [Mf] [nc]

I sat in class, Algebra. Ugh. I hated Algebra, it was boring and would never be useful in real life. Not to mention the teacher was horrible at teaching it. He seemed to have a personal vendetta against answering questions “look in your book” or “we just went over that, pay attention.” Where the common responses Whenever I asked anything. So I stopped asking, and my grade went down. Well, maybe it went down because of my spite also. But whatever. that’s when the teacher’s assistant first took note of me.

Most of the time he sat behind his desk in the front corner of the room, grading papers or whatever it is teacher assistants do. On the first day of class he introduced himself. He was in college and wanted to be a social studies teacher. He claimed he was a T.A for Mr. smith for some “firsthand experience” or something like that. He never spoke much, and definitely not to me.

Mr. Smith had instructed him to help me, saying my bad grade was bringing down the class average. That was literally one of the questions on the board. Read more »