otay, so I am at the edge of my seat just waiting for this dang movie to come out already, and its still another 5 freaking months away!! So until then, I have the absolute best nerve in the world to make something like this, ESPECIALLY since its in REEL WORLD form.... so here you go, lets see how much you like this story! :D
And I do apologize if my writing, punctuation and grammar SUCKS!
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He is the most complex man that I could ever meet. The way he teaches, I think, is just astonishing. He... Oh, how can I put it, he is... Oh it's too early to say that.
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It all started on the first day of school exactly three months, two days, and one hour when I first stepped into his class. I had been in the same creative writing class for 3 years now, and it has always been the most normal class in the world. But this year (Sr. year for me,) the old hag finally quit! It left a spot open for this man right here, Mr. M. Hattmen is his name. Oh, if you could just see the way he looks and teaches... anyways......... He had totally redone the room. It used to be all white with a funky looking stripe pattern, but when we all walked in we all saw the most amazing room. A room that you could just scatter all of your imagination in. It's a dark maroon color, with countless street signs and newspaper along with eating and writing utensils scattered on the boarders on the wall. You can see drawings and paintings of many different cultures that spiced the room up, and an endless amount of records and CD's hung on the wall as well. And from one side of the room to another you saw that there was a nice, big table that has a huge amounts of different flowers, and party stuff on it along with a nice tea set just waiting to be used, but I was almost sure that it was just decoration. :D The big table turned out to be our desks and since there were very few in a class at a time, it was perfect.
Do you know the term "Mad as a Hatter"? well I would say that he fits well perfectly within that category. Seriously...
We never saw the teacher until he showed up suddenly behind us wearing, what looked like, Johnny Depp's version of Willy Wonka, but with a darker suit and a very interesting look all together. He went the whole nine yards, even the nice and intelectual Top Hat. I then saw his face and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I didn't moan or anything. I keep my cool, but it seemed that every other girl sought the same gorgeousness that I had. And I am pretty sure there were some guys in there too.
Our first lesson was a Free-write. But we could not ever part our pencil from the paper. Our assignment was to RANT! yell, scream, cuss, basically vomit on the paper. He lets up express ourselves. He is one of those people that let us get it out of our system. And as the first quarter of school went by, it was a breeze to do the excessively easy work that he planned for us. I passed that class like *snap* that. I even got some notes on my papers like 'great read' and 'I love it' and on stuff that I left cliffhangers on, 'that wasn't nice". I smiled every time I got back a paper from him and he would always wink back. It has always fluttered my heart.
And that is when I started to flunk his class...
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And to this day I try to, but I have so much extra credit, its so stinkin impossible. I have always been a writer, so this class is a piece of cake for me. I try not to do the work, but when its something I want to do its very difficult. Especially when I see his smile, oh and lets not forget that wink of his. It eventually got easier and when I found out a week ago that I am making a C in this class, that should get some notice. But if not then I will go all the way down below if I have to. I want to give him a reason for talking to me. All of the girls (and some guys) just go up and talk to him, but I don't have nearly enough courage to make more than one friend, two at the most. He is just perfect, *sigh*
His clothing just makes me wonder where on earth he gets them from. Just imagine this: A tall 6ft. 3in (don't ask...) man with dark hair with a red highlight in it, medium hair down to the ears, and very curly. A very straight and slender posture as if all he was missing was a cane and an eyeglass. Then you go right to his clothing... Almost every day, does he wear suits. Some sparkly, some totally black, some silky, and they all match his one and only Top Hat. I keep thinking that he has an alter ego and immediately goes to some 1920's imitation jazz club where he would play the trombone or something. r, maybe his wife enjoys role playing when he gets home. Who knows... is he married? Who cares...
I DO!!!
I guess you can say that I like him because of his sincerity. He is so polite with us, he is the kindest man that you will ever meet. Like for example, Every single morning he would stand outside of the classroom and as we went in an he would take off his hat and bow like a total gentleman. And every single morning I imagine that he is just dipping and kissing me romantically, but someone bumps me into reality as they all walk in behind me. UGH!! Am I actually this desperate to fail his class JUST so I can get his attention? This is stupid. But... but it will work. Another thing that totally intrigues me is that no one knows his first name. They only know him as M. That's it, nothing else! And usually on a report card or a schedule, you see the teachers first name and their last initial, but his is completely backwards. Oh, how I fathom over him. I don't know why...
Oh, here is a good reason: picture this... a typical day in class where everyone is doing their work, well all but one anyways. This boy (one that does not like Mr. Hattmen) is hitting on this poor girl on the end of the table. The boy and the girl gets so loud Mr. Hattmen stands up with the most blank face you could ever see. He yells "OKAY!" and starts rambling on something about respect for a lady. He talks so fast that you can barely understand him, and its almost like he speaks in a rhyme scheme. He then stood up on the table and walked to the boy, picked him up by the shirt, and dragged him out of the room. They both stayed out there for Lord knows how long, and afterwards, it was like the kid was a perfect gentleman and sat on the other side of the table. You never heard any yelling or anything... it was weird.
He is every girls hero, because that boy was a lech and hit on every girl until that one day... he stopped cold turkey. I don't wanna know what happened. But every girl fll in even more love with him and it seems that he never has peace anymore. But he is never glum. He is always happy to see everyone. The best thing to have in a guy is that he knows how to treat a women with respect. I just love him and his voice; his soft and silky voice that I love. And those lips, that relices that wonderful voice... I fantasize about how they would feel on my body. Oooooooh..
RING!!!!
Saved by the bell?.. I guess.
"Oh how I hate this time of day..." I mutter as I slowly pick up my book bag as if it weigh a ton. I then stand and start to drag myself out of class.
"Wait a minute miss Alice." That voice; that luscious voice. It saranades my ears and seeps into my heart every time he speaks to me, or the same feeling I get when he winks at me. I have recently noticed that he winks at no one else. Or... that could just be me. I smile as I turn to see him with a dissipointed look on his face. My heart just sinks as we speak. But not in a good way. I have never seen him sad before. It hurts!
Ow...
"Y-yes m-Mr. Hattmen?" my first words to him and I have to stumble. Good God...
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So its a start! I hope you like. Great if you do, sorry if u don't! :D
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