"Well, look, you need to give me more info on this if I'm like this for a we-" Mia started, her voice startling to her. She sounded so... British, but nonetheless, it sounded like his sister's voice!
"You'll be able to figure it out, unpausing in 3... 2..." "Hey, wait, wait!" "1..." And suddenly time was unfrozen, and Mia was stood in front of this classroom of twenty teenagers. They looked late teens at least, a mix of boys and girls, some of them with their hands up enthusiastically. What the hell was going on here? "Uh... yeah, you," Mia eventually reluctantly said, pointing to a muscular boy in a letterman jacket.
"So you really don't mind us watching your cams?" the guy asked. Mia blinked a couple of times. Her what now? But her mind raced... this could only mean so much given the situation... Oh my god, was she a camgirl? And her students knew about it? And watched it?!
She managed to maintain a dignified look, a small smile on her face. Well... she had planned to be a bit of a perv for a week, and... Mia smiled wider. "Well, I can't actually stop you, can I?" she laughed, as more hands went up, waving in the air. "Uh... yes, you?"
The young woman looked a little disgusted at all of this as she addressed her teacher. "So, uh, you're saying you don't earn enough just being our teacher? You have to be a camgirl?"
Mia nodded. This sounded about right, it was a parallel world, but teachers didn't make much. "Yeah. And obviously, it doesn't mean I don't take being your teacher seriously!" She glanced at the clock. God, this was so weird... "OK, one more question." She randomly pointed at some kid.
"Why is it all so expensive?" he asked, and a lot of the class laughed, even if some of them (especially the boys) seemed to agree.
Mia batted her eyelashes. "Well, I do it to get paid!" she laughed, and just in time, the bell rang. "OK, folks, behave yourselves, and remember, I do expect you to do your homework!" The class began to gather up their bags and tromp out. But one kid hung back, the one in the varsity jacket. He loomed over her, now she was a short woman and not a, well, a guy!
"Miss Carter?" he asked, as she turned and looked up at him, giving him a big smile.
"Yes, uh..." She didn't know any of her students' names. She pointed at her temple. "Sorry, long day."
"Brad," he corrected her. "Look, I was wondering if you'd be coming to my party tonight. I know you've got a show, but maybe afterwards?"
Mia smiled. God, one of the football players was inviting her to parties. Shame she was a teacher, and not a high school girl. "Well, you know, Brad, teachers really shouldn't be partying with students. And I do have to work." But her smile was very genuine... god, a football player wanted her?
Brad handed her a scrap of paper with his number and address. "I get it, I get it. But I'd like it if you came." He turned and left, surprisingly respectful in leaving it up to her. How sweet! But... well, it was the end of the day, and apparently she had a camshow to do?