Mrs Chika, My Favourite Teacher,  the Fuck Tales Of My Life - (Season 1 Episode 1 - The Bad Bae Stole My Bra)

[Story] Mrs Chika, My Favourite Teacher, the Fuck Tales Of My Life – (Season 1 Episode 1 – The Bad Bae Stole My Bra)

Picture this: You wake up in the middle of the night, swamped in your star wars covers and completely and utterly groggy to the
extent that you look like something from the Monsters Inc. movie.

You hear a sound, so you sit up and turn your lamp on, and that�s when you see it.

Your new neighbour, clambering
halfway through your window (Still managing to look like some sort of a Greek god, I may add) holding your MICKEY MOUSE
BRA.

What do you do?

Well, you scream obviously.

Then what?

Why, you get revenge of course.

Story Begins
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|| What the actual Fudge?
Riley POV.

�Mario wins again!�

I watch through narrowed eyes as my eight year old brother catapults around the room in victory, lifting his shirt over his
head to reveal his pale torso. What is it with boys and showing their chest when they win something?

Is it some warped form of dominance display, originated from our monkey ancestors?

I snort unattractively at the
thought, before rolling my eyes at my loopy brother.

My hands dart out to trap his waist in my grasp, and I pull him to my lap to tickle him. �You wish, little brother,� I
tease him playfully; �We all know I kicked your a-s on the other games.�

Jack squirms hastily to free himself from my torturous hold, shooting me a look as he does so. I smile smugly in return:
Yoshi always wins and he knows it.

�Riley, come down here please!� Mom shouts from downstairs, releasing a small sigh from me.
Reluctantly, I swing my legs from my comfy spot in the bean bag and follow my brother downstairs, knowing full well that by
the time my aching legs have gotten back up here, he will have stolen my place.

Ugh, sibling rivalry. As soon as
I�ve entered the kitchen, I�m hit with the heart-warmingly familiar aroma that is mom�s cooking. She�s always loved
to bake and I�ve always loved caffeine, therefore totalling in a kitchen that constantly smells like the interior of a Starbucks
store. Not that I�m complaining, honestly.

I turn to mom herself, who�s icing a batch of white chocolate cupcakes at the moment.
She glances up as I
head over, offering me a sugar-dusted smile. In one fluid movement, she leans back and dusts her palms on her apron. �Hey
sweetie. Come and have a look at this!� She leads me over to the window, pulling back the pla!d curtains ever so slightly- just
enough for me to peek through.

Throwing her a confused glance, I put my head in the gap and look out. What I see surprises me greatly.
We have new neighbours.

Parked next door, in the house that has been empty for five years, is a large green moving truck. Its enormous frame completely
shadows that of the small red car beside it, and I find my curiosity seeps into my gaze as I
watch the people exiting the car.

A woman steps out first,
balancing a small girl on her hip. Her hair is scraped back into a clasp and her features are delicate and feminine.
My small glance sideways confirms that mom is already interested- she�s always wanted a friend that lives locally.
The girl the woman carries appears around four, with the cutest baby face I�ve ever la!d eyes on and two brunette bunches
either side of her head. Adorable.

I�m not sure who I was expecting next, but it definitely wasn�t the alluring, moody boy that I see now.
He looks around my age, and from what I can see of his ebony hair and angled jaw, he�s hot. No doubt the population of the
student body will completely swarm this one.

My eyes instantly lock onto him as he threads his fingers through his hair, but suddenly his gaze snaps to mine and I freeze.
After a second of hesitation, I jerk away

from the window as though it�s on fire and I can sense my cheeks burning already.
He must think I�m such a creep.

Surprisingly, by the time I�ve recovered courage enough to peek through again, he doesn�t look affected in
the slightest- bored, almost.