Alright, So it was the first day of high school. Everything was new, and I mean everything. The teachers were… Definitely not human and some subjects weren't even included. The main ones were Literature/Vocabulary, Oceanography, P.E, and… well, others. First class is P.E, and last class is Literature. Same schedule with me last year. My friends and I went down to the gym where the P.E teacher was riding on her skateboard, doing all sorts of tricks. The boys seemed to like it, but not a lot of other people enjoyed it.
"Hey dudes!" She said, taking her helmet off and whipping her hair back.
"Nice to meet my homies for first class, eh?" She said, laughing.
"Well, why don't I introduce myself to you humans- I MEAN students! My name is Latula, but you can call me whatever ya want. I dun care." She said.
I immediately got the feeling that she definitely was not used to this. I could have sworn I heard her call us humans. I mean, what kind of teacher would say that? This was definitely not natural.
"So," She said, slamming her skateboard to the ground, "Who wants to learn some tricks!?" she said, smiling.
The boys seemed to like her already, getting their skateboards from outside and riding around the gym like chimpanzees. My friends and I just stared at them cluelessly,
"What are they doing?" Limstella asked me,
"I don't even want to know." I replied, walking away.
The rest of the day was even weirder, especially in oceanography. The teacher was pretty cute, I would admit, but he was definitely not the teacher type, in fact, he was smoking a cigarette.
"Well, this is a rather small gathering." He said, backing up against the wall,
"I guess you guys are interested in this stuff."
No one replied, everyone just stared at his strange appearance. No one has asked if they were even human, which I found amazing. Not even the fact that their eyes were completely blank white. Except some teachers like Latula wore sunglasses, so I wasn't too sure about her… Oceanography class had nothing to do with oceanography; he just went on a huge rant about the learning curriculum. I could tell he had no idea what he was talking about, since he kept twitching. I read in a book that that was a sign that you really have no clue what you're talking about, but you assume everyone will tag along with what you're saying. Once class ended, we all went to our last class, Literature. i Oh, this should be fun… i I thought. The teacher was probably the most normal looking of the bunch. A red sweater, black pants, normal apparel. Except… He wasn't human. Just like every other freaking teacher.
"Greetings, Class. I am your literature teacher, Mister Vantas. I am sure you have met the others by now, haven't you?" He asked.
Oh gosh, he's one of THOSE teachers. The teachers that always ask things that he and we know the answer to. Everyone said yes and he continued the class. This teacher was probably the normal one of the bunch. He could actually do his job. He gave a long lecture about literature and vocabulary and how it goes along with our daily lives. In fact, I think he's the first teacher that has not referred to us as humans. I mean, we are, but having a teacher call you a human is just unnatural. The class continued on like this until the bell rang.
"Farewell." He said, as he sat down in his desk chair.
I looked at him and went to follow my friends back to homeroom, where we will be dismissed to the bus loop.