KAYLA CAMDEN ARMSTRONG

SO ROCK'N ROLL SO COOPERATE SUIT
SO DAMN UGLE SO DAMN CUTE
SO WELL TRAINED SO ANIMAL
SO NEED YOUR LOVE SO FUCK YOU ALL.

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welcome to 'bloomfield falls', colleague. i am evan armstrong, dean of this school and the one person who can either make or break you. i am kidding of course; i suppose my humor might have gone unnoticed. it's your age, i don't blame you. bit absorbed in the whole application process, aren't you? of course you are, i know your kind.

in order for us to determine whether you will fit in here or not i am going to ask you a few simple question. if you could just answer them as honestly as possible, that'd be great. before we begin go ahead and make yourself comfortable.
what the hell? don't touch those tiny pretzels, they are the last I've got!


I AM NOT AFRAID OF DYING I JUST DON'T WANT TO.

so, it's just you and i in my little office. do you like it? i picked the curtains out myself. anyway, i am me and you are but what exactly does that mean? why are you here?
"Pardon me, Evan Armstrong? I'm the one who bought you those damn pretzels and' you'll watch you're language around me *looks stern before giggling* Sorry love. I suppose I want to work at Bloomfield Academy because of the wonderful staff and students. Not to mention my gorgeous husband recommended it to me."

nope, not impressed. not in the slightest. but the interview has only just started; don't worry.. there are only about 200 others wanting this spot as badly as you. if i called you by any other name, would that make you more comfortable?
"Beautiful, gorgeous, princess, darling, love, Mrs. Armstrong, Kayla, Beautiful... Anything really *grins a little*"

it has a ring to it, i give you that. now that we are practically acquainted, tell me a little bit more about yourself. personal things you hoped i wouldn't ask.
"Oh please, don't try to act all high and mighty around me, love. *chuckles before mocking a professional, stern expression* Alright, my name is Kayla Armstrong, I'm twenty seven years old, I was born November twelfth, nineteen eighty two and I'm a very married woman to a very masculine man. *stiffles a laugh* I'm from London, England originally, that's where I grew up and received all of my education. I suppose it was after school that I moved here to Scotland, partially due to my new husband at the time and infant son, Gavin."

wow i am still awake, i’m surprised, really. you talk a little bit like you've swallowed a stick or you've been screaming your lungs out at a concert, all night. speaking of that, what do you like to do when you're not at work?
"*folds arms over her chest, eyes narrowing* Hmm. Not too sure. *glares for a long moment before finally getting back to business* Alright I won’t beat around the bush, I like to grade papers when I’m not at work so that I can be finished with it, I like to spend time with my son, I like to read, writing is a nice pass time as is book hunting. Every now and again I’ll go out for the day and visit the falls just to think and I used to firmly believe in spending as much time as possible with my husband but he clearly adores his work so much that I hardly have time for him. Yep. That’s about it. *looks at the curtains*"

and you’re still alive? you must have some pretty good insurance or a nifty lawyer, eh? i love it, i am a bit of a risk taker myself. now that you got my attention again, tell me about all the things you avoid in life.
"*shrugs and lifts her feet to rest on top of the desk, a defiant glint in her eyes* You don’t mind, do you? Good, my feet are killing me. Where was I? Oh right, I don’t like snakes, I don’t like shrimp, I hate liars, bugs, mean animals, people who are mean to animals, bad movies, bad actors, bad people, annoying husbands, jerks, arseholes, ‘goodiegoodies’, the title ‘goodiegoodie’, people who make fun of other people’s singing and uhm….*looks at his shirt and smirks* Orange. I dread that colour. *smiles*"

now that i know a little bit more about your precious self, go on and humor me some more. what kind of person are you, really? you know.. like when no one is watching or in general; i am not picky.
"Murderer. *nods* Oh yes, I take quite precise glee in the murder of small infants and married men *stares at her nails before laughing* Sorry sorry. Okay uhm, well with family I suppose, as you can see *grins* I’m a little dry humoured when I’m .. well not exactly in the best of humours. *chuckles* I'm full of love though, and no that isn't a cocky statement, but more a fact. I'm quite confident in the way that my heart feels for those around me and I am far from ashamed of it. Friendship is another thing that I cherish and so it shows in the way that I treat the people around me. I dote on them, basically. I can be strict though and I've been cursed by a few students here and there for my treatments of them if they get on my bad side. Hmmm what else is there... I'm far from judgemental and I do enjoy good company, although some alone time never hurts. I have a wretched wrath in the morning though if I'm awakened brutally, so be warned."

hmm, you sure as hell are not afraid to point out your flaws, are you? that could either mean you are smart and know not to piss me off by not answering my questions or you’re just plain dumb and don't even know that i am watching your every move. kidding, again. did you catch it this time? was it funny?
"No, it wasn't. You're playing with fire here, love and you'd best watch yourself before I burn your bloody ----*takes a deep breath and gives a dark look*"

that was good! that was really good. i am starting to like you. but let's say i had never seen you before and needed to pick you out in the staff room; how would i recognize you?
"Hmm lets see, perhaps the one carrying your child? Dunno *shrugs uncaringly*. I'm about five foot two inches and I weigh, when not quite so with child, around one hundred thirty five pounds, so I'd say I'm not the largest of people. My hair's what my husband use to say was one of my best qualities since it's a deep brown with natural highlights and hangs down past my shoulders to my chest. I have brown eyes and I dress in the teacher's uniform during school hours, although the rest of my days are spent in usually comfortable lounging clothing or maybe something a little fancier when I go out."

well, i can tell looks are not your strong point. but what is?
"Strangulation, murder, castration, murder, slaughter, getting rid of bothersome husbands *glares darkly before calming herself and speaking through clenched teeth* Oral presentations, marking, english, reading, singing, directing the choir, just the usual woman's things. I'm a it of a 'girly girl' at times."

blimey! you could have fooled me. let me make a note of that. hold on just one second, will you? okay, i am good. continue.
"... Well my family for one. They're not only my strength but my downfall, I'd do just about anything for them. My husband's a little... rude and insensitive but he spends his nights in the bathtub if I'm too unhappy with him, so I suppose that doesn't matter. I melt at a charming student and uhm... let me list off a few more things here... Chocolate, romance, my ankles, my belly, children, friends, students, those in need and the colour orange. It really is a wretched colour. I burned my mother's orange flowers once because they were so hideous."

woah. interesting. does your family know about all that? you do have a family, don't you? or maybe you're even married with children? family is such a nice thing.
"... Yes I have a husband and a son, with another child on the way, actually. I love them all quite imensely although I'm clearly not cared for as deeply in return from my adoring spouse. My mother and father are my rocks, I contact them as often as possible. They live back in England though and it's hard to be so far away from them sometimes. My son, Gavin, is adorable and just turned four in December. The little one right here *rubs her belly* Is due in... oh lord, I'm six months now so that'd make it April? Yes, April. Anyways, I have a lovely family all in all... Or... not. Hey! Evan Armstrong you wake your bloody arse up right this minute! *looks at him indignantly* You're being quite ...mean!"

oops. sorry about that, i must have dozed off. i am sure you were great in.. what were we talking about? oh what the heck.. tell me how you got here, and don't say by car. i mean, tell me about your life.
"You want the short and sweet answer to that then, right? Fine. I was born and raised in London, England. I went to a nice little public school and had many friends. I wouldn't say I was the most popular but I was the friend of all the popular students. Anyways, come my grade eleven year I met Evan Armstrong, my devilishly handsome student teacher. He was everything all the girls in the class wanted and of course everything we couldn't have. He hardly noticed me. Kind of like now. *huffs and looks down shyly* Anyways.... we met up while I went away to University and I believe I was twenty two when we first started to meet up a lot more. He did some speeches for my class I was in and so we talked finally one day outside of class and hit it off. I was twenty two and out of University and in teacher's college by the time that we... *clears her throat* well we had enough of a connection to conceive my son, Gavin. He was born December 16th, 2005, and it was on February 14th, 2006 that Evan and I were married. It was a fast relationship but...well we're still together obviously and most of the time quite happy. *looks at the far wall* Anyways, we've been married for three years, going on four come February. I'm currently residing now in Bloomfield Falls and yes... that's about it."

ever considered writing a book? i think it would sell. we should talk about it some time later. anyway, yep, i think you'd fit in just fine. but where exactly do you think you'd belong?
"English and Choir teacher. Nothing more, nothing less. *smiles*"

once your background check is completed and i set you free what will you do? anything you are looking forward to?
"Just maiming the Dean *beams*."

okay.. uhm.. maybe i made a mistake by hiring you, after all?
"Bite me "

don't get so wound up, i was kidding. anyway, as fun as it was to talk to you and all that .. uhm.. i have places to go and people to see. we'll meet again, eh? i'll have my eyes on you.
"*arches a brow* Yeah, have an eye on me alright *mutters a little before narrowing her brown eyes and smacking him in the arm* Talk to me like that ever again and you're sleeping on the front steps, you hear me? *gets up and walks out before coming back to peck him on the lips* Love you *messes up his perfect hair before leaving again*."

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Meet
"kayla"
she's been plotting since "seventeen [years]"
and gee doesn't Kayla Armstrong look like "Leighton Meester"
she's also the puppet master of "Devin Davison"
but you can all me
"english sweetheart"

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