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crossoverficTitle: The Blank Screen
Author: vfdj42
Fandoms: Strangers with Candy, real people
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Real people, cursing, as much sexuality as I dare to include (not very munch), also, the gay
Pairings (if applicable): Chuck/Geoffrey, One sided Chuck/Mr. Emanuel
Character(s) (if applicable) Jerri Blank, Chuck Noblet, Geoffrey Jellineck, Mr. Emanuel, Tammi Littlenut, Orlando, and in the sequel there will be fake!Stephen, Barack Obama, and more
Summary: Jerri tries to make friends on/with the computer and Mr. Noblet tries to get friendly with/befriend repeatedly the new teacher.
“...I'd like us to welcome me in welcoming our new teacher, Mr. Emanuel. He will be teaching Government, Manly Ballet, Computer Safety and Meat-Cutting! Lastly, I'd like to wish me all a great day!” Mr. Jellineck chirped over the loudspeaker.
In homeroom, students turned to talk to each other while Jeri Blank looked around for a friend. Sighing, she realized she had none.
“Are you done with that crap yet?” A voice asked. Jeri looked around hopefully—maybe someone was talking to her. But it was coming from the loudspeaker, and Jeri's drug-deteriorated mind eventually recognized the voice as her social studies teacher's, Chuck Noblet's.
“Yes, Chuck. Do we have time to do this? Blackman might be back at any second--”
“Then shut up and take off your pants.” Noblet hissed.
A few minutes later, everyone at Flatpoint High was engrossed in the sounds of homoerotic passion being shared by the loudspeaker.
Flanked by Orlando and Tammy, Jeri sat in her new Computer Safety class.
“...and I had no one to talk to!” Jeri complained to Tammy. “I don't have any friends. No one to complain to. No one to come to my donkey show performances, or sell down the river at the drop of a hat for a matchbox of Acapulco gold.”
Orlando approached Jeri tentatively, fearful of getting burned. “Well, Jeri, I always thought we were friends....”
Jeri responded with a laugh. “A human be friends with whatever you are? That's ludiculous!”
Orlando's feeble protest of 'but I am a human!' was drowned out by Tammy.
“Aren't we friends, Jeri?” She asked.
“Unless you add 'with benefits' to that, I ain't interested, Tamela.
“Why am I so lonely?” Jeri sighed.
A loud noise snapped Jeri out of her thoughts. The new teacher had smashed a meat slicer against the chalkboard and was walking up and down the aisle.
“Unf!” Jeri grunted when the teacher passed.
“You fuckers need to learn how to protect yourself on the Internet. This does not mean mastering the art of first-person shooter games.”
Mr. Emanuel stood behind a boy who was playing such a game. The boy realized this and turned around. A second later, with a grand sweeping motion, Mr. Emanuel knocked the computer off the table. A second after that, Mr. Emanuel knocked the student off the chair.
Meanwhile, Mr. Noblet stared through a peephole in the art room that looked out into the computer room.
“I'd like to get me some of that,” Mr. Noblet muttered to himself.
“Chuck?” Mr. Jellineck asked timidly, entering the room. With a yell of frustration, Mr. Noblet whipped around. “What were you staring at? You're not using that peephole to stare at me, are you? I don't think you are, because I'm right here.”
“No, I was just making sure that Mr. Emanuel isn't making a mess out of the computer room.” Mr. Noblet lied, turning back to the peephole. “Unf.”
Mr. Jellineck accepted this. “Well, OK--”
“Damn it, Geoffrey, leave me alone! Sometimes a guy has got to stare when you're all 'nag nag nag.' It's not like you want or expect any real commitment out of me. This is just sex. Hot, ass-thumping, meaningless sex. There's no love here, I thought I made that clear to myself in my head!”
“Of course. S-sometimes I get sick of you, too. You and your—stern and dominating personality, arousing, perfect body and hard, throbbing--” Mr. Jellineck pretended to try to hide his tears, but burst out crying and ran out of the room.
“You got puffy!” Chuck called out after him, making Geoffrey wail harder.
Mr. Emanuel spent the rest of the period yelling, then yelled some more about how he had to waste his time yelling at them which prevented them from working, so they'd have to go into overtime tomorrow.
"You're not allowed to use the Internet until your introductory safety lesson. If you use the Internet before then you will be punished severely. I have connections." He warned before the bell rang. He bent over his desk, watching his students as they left.
"Push your chair in!" He shouted, throwing the chair at the guilty student's head.
Time for coffee, Mr. Emanuel thought. Once the room was empty he went to the staff room.
"Hey," Chuck said to Mr. Emanuel, taking a roundabout route to the new teacher just to push Geoffrey out of the way. "How was your first day here?"
"It was OK. The kids make me miss my own kids, though, despite the vast age differences and lack of similarities."
"Common ground!" Chuck exclaimed.
"You have a kid too?"
"Yeah. His name is...I want to say Seamus. Yeah, his name is Seamus."
Mr. Emanuel put on a polite smile. "Yeah? How old is he?"
Chuck's smiled faded slightly. Why was this insufferable man quizzing him? Drilling into him like a drill, or like Geoffrey used to. It was enough to make you heave, but unf! That ass! That body!
"Old enough to know better," Chuck said after realizing he'd been staring at Mr. Emanuel.
"Mr. Noblet," a cold voice behind Chuck said. He recognized that voice.
"Mr. Jellineck," Chuck said before turning around.
"You didn't introduce me to your friend," Geoffrey sneered.
"I had no reason to introduce you to him. He expressed no interest in you." Chuck stared down the Geoffrey until the art teacher's face crumpled. Mr. Emanuel stepped forward and extended his hand.
"I'm Rahm Emanuel." He said.
"Rahm Emanuel," Geoffrey said. "You can Rahm me any time!" Geoffrey laughed a little too loud.
"I'm married," Mr. Emanuel said. "With kids."
Geoffrey sent a meaningful glance Chuck's way, hoping that Mr. Emanuel would understand that it meant "So is Noblet, but that doesn't stop him from zinging his arrow into my buttocks every Valentine's day for the past five years."
He didn't.
"I'm straight," Geoffrey offered. "With no kids. That I know of."
Mr. Emanuel maintained a polite smile throughout a five-minutes long awkward silence that only ended when he excused himself. As he left the staff room, he tried to ignore the hushed, angry yells behind him.
"What were you thinking?" Noblet demanded.
"What were you thinking?" Jellineck said.
"What was I--? What were you!"
"Do you want to make out right now? Are you as aroused as I am?"
"I thought you were straight," Noblet said in a mocking tone.
"That doesn't answer my question!" was the last thing Mr. Emanuel heard before leaving.
"Mom," Jerri said when she got home. "Do we have a computer-box?"
"For you, dear, we don't have anything," Sarah Blank said. "But you can check the tree."
Jerri flung her backpack across the living room and went outside. Right outside in a tree was a computer, covered in birds and seed. Jerri jumped up, knocked the computer out of the branch, and carried it inside. Sarah Blank only vaguely registered her stepdaughter carrying what was the birdfeeder up to her room, but didn't care.
Jerri set the computer on her table. Without plugging it in or turning it on, the machine booted up and Jerri was greeted by dozens of messages.
"Friends!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands. She began to type.
Soon, the day turned into night and Jerri was still on message number one.
"...about ten inches, thick."
At last, she pressed enter. Immediately, she got a response.
"wuts ur name, where do u liv, wut r ur fears, do u hav a security system"
Jerri gladly answered all these questions.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The next day, Jerri was practically falling asleep in class. Worse, it was Mr. Emanuel's class.
"...Ann Coulter's head between my thighs and SQUASHED IT LIKE A MELON!" He screamed the last part in Jerri's ear, pressing the tip of a ruler against her head. "Miss Blank! I have a question for you. Part A: What information should you never give to strangers on the computer? And part two: What should you never do in my class?"
Jerri looked around for help.
"Ten inches, thick?" She guessed.
Mr. Emanuel leaned in dangerously close and whispered "I cannot think of a harsh enough punishment for you, Miss Blank. You'll just have to come to detention and let me try out a few things until I find something...appropriate."
Mr. Emanuel straighted up and continued teaching.
Jerri got a message from last night's friend on the school's computer. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard and she looked around nervously, making sure Mr. Emanuel wasn't watching. She quickly typed a message, having gained extraordinary typing skills in a day.
"I hear typing," Mr. Emanuel said with his back to the class. "I will give it three seconds to stop, and if it doesn't, there will be one less student to darken the hallways of this school."
Jerri typed "g2g" and put on her best innocent face for the teacher. When Mr. Emanuel turned around and saw it, he threw up.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Mr. Emanuel!" Mr. Noblet called to his new coworker at the end of the day. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a dinner date. You know, two married, straight teachers--" he looked at Geoffrey, who was hanging around in the distance--"chatting it up, talking about the trials of teaching and how much they hate their kids."
Mr. Emanuel had had enough of the art and history teachers; he looked at Mr. Noblet blankly and said, "I love my kids."
Mr. Noblet laughed and said "Of course! I didn't mean your kids. I meant my kids." Noticing Mr. Emanuel's still-blank look, Mr. Noblet added, "The student-kids. Jerri. Jerri Blank."
"I'm busy," Mr. Emanuel said. "She has detention with me."
That was that. Mr. Noblet tried to think of something to say as he watched Mr. Emanuel go. The only thing he could think of was "Unf!"
After school found Jerri in the computer lab again, fingers poised hopefully over the keyboard, prepared to log in and talk to her new friend. However, her plans were interrupted by the door being kicked open. In the doorway stood Mr. Emanuel.
"Detention will not be served in this room, Miss Blank. Follow me."
Jerri groaned and looked back at the screen before getting her books and following the teacher. They descended a dark staircase. Images of sexy punishment flashed before Jerri's eyes: whips and chains and unf. Now here was a teacher she could get down and dirty with.
As they got farther down, Jerri could hear sounds--a horrible, unidentifiable cacophony. Loud, grating noises pierced Jerri's ears. Mr. Emanuel gave her a shove down the stairs, ran up and locked the door. He yelled something she couldn't hear, and Jerri was plunged into darkness with only a pain-inducing mockery of music to keep her company.
Jerri writhed on the floor, hands pressed to her ears. "Horror," Jerri said sadly to the camera.
A satisfied Mr. Emanuel leaned against the wall at the top of the staircase.
"Mr. Emanuel," a voice attempting to be stern said. Oh, god, it was the art teacher.
"Mr. Jelli--"
"I'm not in the mood for formalities. We're two species in competition for the niche of Chuck Noblet. And I'm the only one who could fill that tight little niche-hole. So you better back off or else I'll--" Mr. Jellineck stopped dead when he noticed Mr. Emanuel's face.
"Are you threatening me?" Mr. Emanuel said. He smiled for an instant, but his eyes lacked humor. He approached Mr. Jellineck, cornering him into the opposite wall. Mr. Jellineck seemed to shrink and Mr. Emanuel seemed to grow.
"N-n-no." Mr. Jellineck whimpered.
"Because if you were threatening me," Mr. Emanuel said. "I would have to do something horrible. I've been trying to cut back on who I punish--and I'd hate to waste my temper on a worm like you. But if you were threatening me, I'd have no choice to do something that would get very many humanity groups upset. Were. You. Threatening. Me?"
"No," Mr. Jellineck covered his head with his hands and sank against the wall.
"OK, I'm just making sure you weren't threatening me." Mr. Emanuel said, smiling, eyes bright, and shrinking back down to size. Mr. Jellineck recovered and smiled.
"AND," Mr. Emanuel barked, turning into a giant again and startling Jellineck back down, "I want to make sure you were not implying that I expressed an interest in that hack history teacher. I find it offensive that anyone would ever, ever think I would approach someone like him. I have a thing called standards, I hope you understand. He's dirt and belongs only with dirt."
"We're just friends," Mr. Jellineck said quietly.
"DID I ASK WHAT YOU WERE?" Mr. Emanuel grabbed Mr. Jellineck's shirt and pulled him up. "You're nothing until I say you're something, got me? Now go."
Mr. Emanuel watched as Mr. Jellineck ran to the door, a slight smile on his face. He'd have to put a dollar in the Anger Jar when he got home, but it was worth it.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Rahm had to get to work early to free Jerri. He opened the door, walked down the stairs, and tapped Jerri on the shoulder. Jerri crawled up the stairs, disoriented. Rahm waited for her at the top.
"Sleep well?" He pulled Jerri out of the doorway. "That's what you get for sleeping in my class. Now, regain your bearings because I expect to see your hands up and your eyes open in class,"
Author: vfdj42
Fandoms: Strangers with Candy, real people
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Real people, cursing, as much sexuality as I dare to include (not very munch), also, the gay
Pairings (if applicable): Chuck/Geoffrey, One sided Chuck/Mr. Emanuel
Character(s) (if applicable) Jerri Blank, Chuck Noblet, Geoffrey Jellineck, Mr. Emanuel, Tammi Littlenut, Orlando, and in the sequel there will be fake!Stephen, Barack Obama, and more
Summary: Jerri tries to make friends on/with the computer and Mr. Noblet tries to get friendly with/befriend repeatedly the new teacher.
“...I'd like us to welcome me in welcoming our new teacher, Mr. Emanuel. He will be teaching Government, Manly Ballet, Computer Safety and Meat-Cutting! Lastly, I'd like to wish me all a great day!” Mr. Jellineck chirped over the loudspeaker.
In homeroom, students turned to talk to each other while Jeri Blank looked around for a friend. Sighing, she realized she had none.
“Are you done with that crap yet?” A voice asked. Jeri looked around hopefully—maybe someone was talking to her. But it was coming from the loudspeaker, and Jeri's drug-deteriorated mind eventually recognized the voice as her social studies teacher's, Chuck Noblet's.
“Yes, Chuck. Do we have time to do this? Blackman might be back at any second--”
“Then shut up and take off your pants.” Noblet hissed.
A few minutes later, everyone at Flatpoint High was engrossed in the sounds of homoerotic passion being shared by the loudspeaker.
Flanked by Orlando and Tammy, Jeri sat in her new Computer Safety class.
“...and I had no one to talk to!” Jeri complained to Tammy. “I don't have any friends. No one to complain to. No one to come to my donkey show performances, or sell down the river at the drop of a hat for a matchbox of Acapulco gold.”
Orlando approached Jeri tentatively, fearful of getting burned. “Well, Jeri, I always thought we were friends....”
Jeri responded with a laugh. “A human be friends with whatever you are? That's ludiculous!”
Orlando's feeble protest of 'but I am a human!' was drowned out by Tammy.
“Aren't we friends, Jeri?” She asked.
“Unless you add 'with benefits' to that, I ain't interested, Tamela.
“Why am I so lonely?” Jeri sighed.
A loud noise snapped Jeri out of her thoughts. The new teacher had smashed a meat slicer against the chalkboard and was walking up and down the aisle.
“Unf!” Jeri grunted when the teacher passed.
“You fuckers need to learn how to protect yourself on the Internet. This does not mean mastering the art of first-person shooter games.”
Mr. Emanuel stood behind a boy who was playing such a game. The boy realized this and turned around. A second later, with a grand sweeping motion, Mr. Emanuel knocked the computer off the table. A second after that, Mr. Emanuel knocked the student off the chair.
Meanwhile, Mr. Noblet stared through a peephole in the art room that looked out into the computer room.
“I'd like to get me some of that,” Mr. Noblet muttered to himself.
“Chuck?” Mr. Jellineck asked timidly, entering the room. With a yell of frustration, Mr. Noblet whipped around. “What were you staring at? You're not using that peephole to stare at me, are you? I don't think you are, because I'm right here.”
“No, I was just making sure that Mr. Emanuel isn't making a mess out of the computer room.” Mr. Noblet lied, turning back to the peephole. “Unf.”
Mr. Jellineck accepted this. “Well, OK--”
“Damn it, Geoffrey, leave me alone! Sometimes a guy has got to stare when you're all 'nag nag nag.' It's not like you want or expect any real commitment out of me. This is just sex. Hot, ass-thumping, meaningless sex. There's no love here, I thought I made that clear to myself in my head!”
“Of course. S-sometimes I get sick of you, too. You and your—stern and dominating personality, arousing, perfect body and hard, throbbing--” Mr. Jellineck pretended to try to hide his tears, but burst out crying and ran out of the room.
“You got puffy!” Chuck called out after him, making Geoffrey wail harder.
Mr. Emanuel spent the rest of the period yelling, then yelled some more about how he had to waste his time yelling at them which prevented them from working, so they'd have to go into overtime tomorrow.
"You're not allowed to use the Internet until your introductory safety lesson. If you use the Internet before then you will be punished severely. I have connections." He warned before the bell rang. He bent over his desk, watching his students as they left.
"Push your chair in!" He shouted, throwing the chair at the guilty student's head.
Time for coffee, Mr. Emanuel thought. Once the room was empty he went to the staff room.
"Hey," Chuck said to Mr. Emanuel, taking a roundabout route to the new teacher just to push Geoffrey out of the way. "How was your first day here?"
"It was OK. The kids make me miss my own kids, though, despite the vast age differences and lack of similarities."
"Common ground!" Chuck exclaimed.
"You have a kid too?"
"Yeah. His name is...I want to say Seamus. Yeah, his name is Seamus."
Mr. Emanuel put on a polite smile. "Yeah? How old is he?"
Chuck's smiled faded slightly. Why was this insufferable man quizzing him? Drilling into him like a drill, or like Geoffrey used to. It was enough to make you heave, but unf! That ass! That body!
"Old enough to know better," Chuck said after realizing he'd been staring at Mr. Emanuel.
"Mr. Noblet," a cold voice behind Chuck said. He recognized that voice.
"Mr. Jellineck," Chuck said before turning around.
"You didn't introduce me to your friend," Geoffrey sneered.
"I had no reason to introduce you to him. He expressed no interest in you." Chuck stared down the Geoffrey until the art teacher's face crumpled. Mr. Emanuel stepped forward and extended his hand.
"I'm Rahm Emanuel." He said.
"Rahm Emanuel," Geoffrey said. "You can Rahm me any time!" Geoffrey laughed a little too loud.
"I'm married," Mr. Emanuel said. "With kids."
Geoffrey sent a meaningful glance Chuck's way, hoping that Mr. Emanuel would understand that it meant "So is Noblet, but that doesn't stop him from zinging his arrow into my buttocks every Valentine's day for the past five years."
He didn't.
"I'm straight," Geoffrey offered. "With no kids. That I know of."
Mr. Emanuel maintained a polite smile throughout a five-minutes long awkward silence that only ended when he excused himself. As he left the staff room, he tried to ignore the hushed, angry yells behind him.
"What were you thinking?" Noblet demanded.
"What were you thinking?" Jellineck said.
"What was I--? What were you!"
"Do you want to make out right now? Are you as aroused as I am?"
"I thought you were straight," Noblet said in a mocking tone.
"That doesn't answer my question!" was the last thing Mr. Emanuel heard before leaving.
"Mom," Jerri said when she got home. "Do we have a computer-box?"
"For you, dear, we don't have anything," Sarah Blank said. "But you can check the tree."
Jerri flung her backpack across the living room and went outside. Right outside in a tree was a computer, covered in birds and seed. Jerri jumped up, knocked the computer out of the branch, and carried it inside. Sarah Blank only vaguely registered her stepdaughter carrying what was the birdfeeder up to her room, but didn't care.
Jerri set the computer on her table. Without plugging it in or turning it on, the machine booted up and Jerri was greeted by dozens of messages.
"Friends!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands. She began to type.
Soon, the day turned into night and Jerri was still on message number one.
"...about ten inches, thick."
At last, she pressed enter. Immediately, she got a response.
"wuts ur name, where do u liv, wut r ur fears, do u hav a security system"
Jerri gladly answered all these questions.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The next day, Jerri was practically falling asleep in class. Worse, it was Mr. Emanuel's class.
"...Ann Coulter's head between my thighs and SQUASHED IT LIKE A MELON!" He screamed the last part in Jerri's ear, pressing the tip of a ruler against her head. "Miss Blank! I have a question for you. Part A: What information should you never give to strangers on the computer? And part two: What should you never do in my class?"
Jerri looked around for help.
"Ten inches, thick?" She guessed.
Mr. Emanuel leaned in dangerously close and whispered "I cannot think of a harsh enough punishment for you, Miss Blank. You'll just have to come to detention and let me try out a few things until I find something...appropriate."
Mr. Emanuel straighted up and continued teaching.
Jerri got a message from last night's friend on the school's computer. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard and she looked around nervously, making sure Mr. Emanuel wasn't watching. She quickly typed a message, having gained extraordinary typing skills in a day.
"I hear typing," Mr. Emanuel said with his back to the class. "I will give it three seconds to stop, and if it doesn't, there will be one less student to darken the hallways of this school."
Jerri typed "g2g" and put on her best innocent face for the teacher. When Mr. Emanuel turned around and saw it, he threw up.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Mr. Emanuel!" Mr. Noblet called to his new coworker at the end of the day. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a dinner date. You know, two married, straight teachers--" he looked at Geoffrey, who was hanging around in the distance--"chatting it up, talking about the trials of teaching and how much they hate their kids."
Mr. Emanuel had had enough of the art and history teachers; he looked at Mr. Noblet blankly and said, "I love my kids."
Mr. Noblet laughed and said "Of course! I didn't mean your kids. I meant my kids." Noticing Mr. Emanuel's still-blank look, Mr. Noblet added, "The student-kids. Jerri. Jerri Blank."
"I'm busy," Mr. Emanuel said. "She has detention with me."
That was that. Mr. Noblet tried to think of something to say as he watched Mr. Emanuel go. The only thing he could think of was "Unf!"
After school found Jerri in the computer lab again, fingers poised hopefully over the keyboard, prepared to log in and talk to her new friend. However, her plans were interrupted by the door being kicked open. In the doorway stood Mr. Emanuel.
"Detention will not be served in this room, Miss Blank. Follow me."
Jerri groaned and looked back at the screen before getting her books and following the teacher. They descended a dark staircase. Images of sexy punishment flashed before Jerri's eyes: whips and chains and unf. Now here was a teacher she could get down and dirty with.
As they got farther down, Jerri could hear sounds--a horrible, unidentifiable cacophony. Loud, grating noises pierced Jerri's ears. Mr. Emanuel gave her a shove down the stairs, ran up and locked the door. He yelled something she couldn't hear, and Jerri was plunged into darkness with only a pain-inducing mockery of music to keep her company.
Jerri writhed on the floor, hands pressed to her ears. "Horror," Jerri said sadly to the camera.
A satisfied Mr. Emanuel leaned against the wall at the top of the staircase.
"Mr. Emanuel," a voice attempting to be stern said. Oh, god, it was the art teacher.
"Mr. Jelli--"
"I'm not in the mood for formalities. We're two species in competition for the niche of Chuck Noblet. And I'm the only one who could fill that tight little niche-hole. So you better back off or else I'll--" Mr. Jellineck stopped dead when he noticed Mr. Emanuel's face.
"Are you threatening me?" Mr. Emanuel said. He smiled for an instant, but his eyes lacked humor. He approached Mr. Jellineck, cornering him into the opposite wall. Mr. Jellineck seemed to shrink and Mr. Emanuel seemed to grow.
"N-n-no." Mr. Jellineck whimpered.
"Because if you were threatening me," Mr. Emanuel said. "I would have to do something horrible. I've been trying to cut back on who I punish--and I'd hate to waste my temper on a worm like you. But if you were threatening me, I'd have no choice to do something that would get very many humanity groups upset. Were. You. Threatening. Me?"
"No," Mr. Jellineck covered his head with his hands and sank against the wall.
"OK, I'm just making sure you weren't threatening me." Mr. Emanuel said, smiling, eyes bright, and shrinking back down to size. Mr. Jellineck recovered and smiled.
"AND," Mr. Emanuel barked, turning into a giant again and startling Jellineck back down, "I want to make sure you were not implying that I expressed an interest in that hack history teacher. I find it offensive that anyone would ever, ever think I would approach someone like him. I have a thing called standards, I hope you understand. He's dirt and belongs only with dirt."
"We're just friends," Mr. Jellineck said quietly.
"DID I ASK WHAT YOU WERE?" Mr. Emanuel grabbed Mr. Jellineck's shirt and pulled him up. "You're nothing until I say you're something, got me? Now go."
Mr. Emanuel watched as Mr. Jellineck ran to the door, a slight smile on his face. He'd have to put a dollar in the Anger Jar when he got home, but it was worth it.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Rahm had to get to work early to free Jerri. He opened the door, walked down the stairs, and tapped Jerri on the shoulder. Jerri crawled up the stairs, disoriented. Rahm waited for her at the top.
"Sleep well?" He pulled Jerri out of the doorway. "That's what you get for sleeping in my class. Now, regain your bearings because I expect to see your hands up and your eyes open in class,"
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