• Mood: predatory
• Music: desperate housewives

Consistency

Faith grabbed Andrew's elbow as he stormed past. "Slow down, Muffin." She grinned as he glared at the hated nickname. "What's up?"

"The new classes are in and most of mine are teenagers. They're a nightmare."

Faith nodded. The little kids were great and the mature women were amazing, but the teenagers were always trouble. She could rule them by fear, but Andrew had to fight to earn their respect, starting from scratch every time.

"Why can't we have a few mixed classes? Letting the brats see someone their grandmother's age show them up might knock them down a peg."

open_on_sunday — challenge #264: the tragically hip: trickle down
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