Hey everybody! I thought I'd write a little parody. I got this idea from Akatsuki Will, when she had an project in Moral Education class. Yeah. So thank her as well!
I don't own witch. You don't own WITCH. We all know that we don't own WITCH. SO WHY DO WE HAVE TO KEEP TYPING DISCLAIMERS IN THE CHAPTERS!?
I will not be going in POVs. This is a narrative. Yay...
So read and have fun.
It was an ordinary day at an ordinary school with ordinary children and ordinary classes. With ordinary teachers talking in the same boring tone like a vacuum cleaner. Fun day, isn't it? Wouldn't you love to go to this school? I mean, what's more fun than boring?!
Probably a whole lot. But whatever.
Feast your eyes on Sheffield Institute, where the days are bland, and the students sleep six hours straight. The only thing exciting is –
"Miss Lair, would you please as to be so kind to PUT DOWN THE EGGS!"
Looks like something interesting is happening in the Moral Education classroom. Let's go have a look.
We enter a classroom to see twenty two children and a harassed looking teacher who are all, surprisingly, awake. Next to the teacher, is a brunette girl. On the floor, there are three smashed eggs. Looks like someone has taken juggling to entertain themselves while the teacher went to get a coffee. This should be interesting. We sit down to watch, unknown to everyone else in the classroom.
'Miss Lair' grinned at the teacher nervously, and slid back into her seat next to the Asian girl with overly long hair.
"Next time, Irma, could you at least try juggling something less... crack-able?"a African American girl with numerous beads in her short hair suggested quietly.
These girls, my friends are ITH in the WITCH group. WITCH is a group of very unlikely girls with a strange but inseparable friendship. Sometimes known as the 'Inseparable Five', the girls were famous for different things in the school. But more on that later. Let's return to the egg scene.
But first you should know their names. The brunette is Irma, African American is Taranee, and the Asian one is Hay Lin.
Back to the eggs.
"What else are we supposed to do? This school is so boring..."
The teacher was speaking again. Pay attention, it's rude not to.
"This term's major project in Moral Education topic is responsibility. You are all going to get an egg, but you are not going to juggle them like Miss Lair – "
The class laughed. And the teacher, pretending (and failing) not to hear them, rambled on.
"You are to bring the egg back by the week after the next in tip-top condition. While you're with your egg, you are to write some journal entries on what you did with you egg – "
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Write a journal entry on what you did with your egg, oh, that's good, that's a good one right there, HAHAHA...
We're not the only ones who are laughing. The whole class was rolling on the floor, laughing their heads off.
"And if you neglect your egg – " the teacher was screaming herself hoarse over the noise, "You will find yourself explaining to your parents on why you failed on the subject that you should be acing at this age!"
The laughter stopped abruptly. Not the dreaded confrontation with the parents! Parents gets to the kids every time. Everyone resumed their seats and turned into angels complete with halos over their heads and big sparkly eyes.
... That was my hallucination with the halos.
"These eggs have been soaked in a special chemical, so I'll know if you've smashed your eggs when you bring them back to me. No, I will not tell you what chemical I soaked it in, so you wouldn't get a new egg and dunk it in. This project is due the Friday after the next. Class dismissed."
Talk about a stern teacher. Everyone packed up their book bags, got their eggs and left the classroom. We follow the kids outside, then followed the ITH of WITCH. Soon they were joined by W and C, standing for Will and Cornelia, by the way.
"So, how was class today?" Will asked everyone.
"Well, we had to take care of an egg. You?"
"Same thing."
Interesting.
Taranee took out a piece of paper out, with the requirements on the assignment written on it.
"It says here, you have to name your egg, wash it at least three times a week, and write journal entries on how you spent your time with your egg. Each journal entry must be at least half a page long, single spaced," Taranee read aloud. Everyone groaned.
"We have to name it and wash it?" Will exclaimed.
"I call Eggbert," Irma announced.
"Eggward," Cornelia called.
"Eggduardo," Hay Lin added.
"Eggy's mine," Taranee asserted.
"Do you have to make it hard for me?" Will growled.
"Yes." ITCH said simultaneously.
"This is going to be a long project..."
There you all go! First Chapter points up not funny. But next chapter will be a journal entry of Will Vandom. (rubbs my hands together with fiend-like glee)