"Oh," she whimpered, her eyes getting even bigger and tearful than before. "Th-thank you for saving me Glen! I think... you were meant to be my hero and soulmate!" Then the breeze whipped her hair and skirt and she looked so beautiful that it was almost blinding and so romantic that none of the men could keep their eyes off of her and neither could the other girls. She then started singing a disney-ish love ballad with her beautiful voice that sounded like hundreds of angels.
Ten minutes late, as usual, the teacher walked into the classroom, wearing basically her pajamas. "All right class.... SHUT THE F*** UP!" She slammed her briefcase on her desk and yelled, "I'VE GOT A MAJOR HANGOVER SO YOU'D BETTER NOT MESS WITH ME!" She winced and clutched at her head, then sat down in her seat and put her feet on the desk. "The reading assignment. You did it? Well, don't answer, because I don't care. I'm just giving you all A's. I don't feel like grading it."
Name: Angela Scott (but everyone calls her Angie)
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Personality: Honestly, Angie was never cut out for teaching. She's more of a party girl who likes to stay out late and sleep in during the day. because she hates teaching, she's a careless, lazy woman who just wants to get paid so she can go and have more fun outside of school. The only reason the school keeps her is because her classes get good grade point averages (because she never likes to grade their work). She also has a weird fascination with cats.
Appearance: Angie is that girl who was probably a prom queen in high school. She has a fake looking figure, with brown hair that has fake hair extensions, and she usually has smeared makeup on her face whenever she comes in. She also never wear clothes that are appropriate for a teacher, either too frumpy or too promiscuous.
Other: Nope.