“Class, class - please. Just be quiet for the last five minutes so I can explain your next assignment.” “But if we don’t shut up, you won’t be able to tell us and then we don’t have to do it.” The class laughs as Mr. Beckett points his finger at the distraction, "Brody, one more outburst from you and you're going to miss the game this Friday night for serving detention." The boy sinks lower in his seat, mumbling to himself, "It's Kirsch." "Anyway, the assignment: you'll first be put into pairs. Instead of having to hear you whine about selections I'll just have you choose them yourself." The students whisper to each other as he bends down to grab something from underneath his desk, a small grunt echoed throughout the class as he stands …show more content…
He blows out a long breath, "Come to my desk after class." There's a chorus of ooo's before Carmilla bites out, "Grow up, losers," and goes back to scribbling in her notebook. He sighs - it's been too long of a day and it's only almost half past two. He rubs at his forehead and gestures to the pile of papers on his desk, "Just come and grab the rubric. Once you have a partner, come write your pairs down on the sign-up sheet and grab your bag of flour." He sits down and watches the students begin to circulate the classroom, not looking forward to the conversation he's about to have with Carmilla. (Is it too early for him to book his yearly vacation?) ----- Laura watches as Carmilla stands at Mr. Beckett's desk, expression never changing from the perfect mix of quiet apathy and genuine disdain. She resists the urge to eavesdrop and instead scans the room for potential partners. Perry and LaFontaine are out for obvious reasons. Her eyes fall on Danny and she considers it, but she did make a good point about being too busy and she doesn't want her mark to be …show more content…
I'm surprised." She opens her mouth to say something but all she can manage is a choked sputter of, "No, I didn't...wait-" Carmilla laughs and goes back to her drawing, "Relax, Cutie, it was a joke." Laura furrows her brows and scrunches her lips, "You could have been more clear." Carmilla shrugs, looking up at her with faux innocence, "But where's the fun in that?" She huffs, "Listen, if you didn't want to be my partner you could have just said so." Carmilla doodles for a few seconds, Laura feeling the skin on her cheeks warm. She sighs and goes to leave but there's a soft grasp around her wrist, "Beckett said if I don't do this project he'll fail me, so, yeah, I'll be your partner or whatever." Laura smiles and nods, "Okay, yeah. Great. Here," Carmilla releases her hold as Laura takes out her phone and passes it to the other girl, "Give me your
“Fine.” Luke’s husky voice spoke up. “Let’s watch her regret her choice later.” he mumbled under his breath.
- Teacher asks all students quickly and quietly move to the front of the room and sit down.
“Ok you better start hearing your alarm because you are failing my class because you are always late.” Mrs. Alexander said.
Rebecca scoffed “You have to make a decision, we will have fun with them later,” she said
Carmilla did her best to avoid Laura since their run in on Saturday. It's now Wednesday and after a long time of not seeing Laura, she decided tonight was the night she'd pull the alarm. Walking back from her 6 PM Philosophy class, Carmilla made a pit stop to grab some dinner from the cafeteria. As she walked into the cafeteria, she noticed Laura seated at a tabled surrounded by the ginger twins. Carmilla did her best to avoid Laura who she successfully evaded. As she got on line to order her food, she turned around to see if Laura was still at the table. She wasn't there, but the ginger twins were. 'What the hell? Where did she go?' Carmilla thought to herself before shaking her head to remove the thoughts of Laura. She walked to the end of the line to pay when she felt a
“Good morning class! Now I’d like you to get out your notebooks and turn to page 163.” Mr. Johnson demands in his usual annoyed tone.
Her mental tirade continued while the rest of the class was interrupted by a carpet hanging from the ceiling being pushed aside. It revealed a large pokemon behind it, who walked in very gently as to not ruin the hanging artwork. “Settle down, settle down
She makes a bleating noise, “I’m sorry, sometimes words fly out of my mouth like wart frogs”.
You haven’t turned in any homework for the past two weeks and you are rarely paying attention,” he asked softly. Buddy looked up slightly, looking out the window as he talked.
“Hey, Helga, I’ve got to stop by my locker real quick.” Arnold’s voice broke her out of her bliss. “I’ll see you in class, okay?”
“Right, we should talking about this until we get to your locker,” Siegfried reminded her, taking note of other students who happened to be within hearing distance of overhearing them, who are simply just doing their daily tasks. “There are people out in the hallways here that do not need to be listening, Breda.”
“Well, no unless it’s that she hates me but, no,” Leah said forgetting that she had to
"Mr Davies, would you like to share your conversation with the rest of the class."
It 's the first day of the college semester for him again. As he walks into the English Comp. classroom, he feels a bit anxiac over not knowing what to expect. This already feels like a familiar scenario. The fact that he 's not the biggest people-person on the planet, coupled with a social disorder, doesn 't help the uncertainty, either. The class begins smoothly enough, but the feelings start to settle in once again. A little squirm and foot tap might draw even the slightest bit of attention. Quit moving around like that, you moron. Focus on the instructor, like everyone else. Soon enough, she breaks them all off into groups. The group he 's paired into seems like a nice bunch. The uncertainty is still there; maybe this will go off without a hitch. Get to know them and open up a little. It 'll all be fine by the end of class; just talk to the group. The three students in this particular group are James, Victoria, and Nick.
“What in the world are you talking about? Why does everyone in this school keep giving me the look that you 're giving me now?” Frustration wells up within me. Greyson’s eyes enlarge to the size of saucers. His mouth forms a small O and i can practically see the gears turning in his head.