I don't know how I came up with this... only that I was thinking about art and how weird it would get if she had to teach a class... ahem... please read and review- both are greatly appreciated!
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Chapter One:
Namine settled onto her stool, drawing pad folded onto an open, clean page. Before her, a group of youngsters- ranging in ages of ten on up- were seated at desks grouped together in groups of four, looking confused. The rest of the room was dominated by various tools and media most commonly used and found in a public highschool art class. It was nearing ten-o'-clock- the official start of her first class.
Feeling only a touch nervous- this was the absolute first class she had for the next two weeks- she tucked a stray lock of pale blond hair behind one ear and smiled. "Good morning, everyone," Namine rested her blue eyes on each pupil one at a time. Each kid stared back at her, utterly bored out of their minds. "Welcome to the Summer Art Course- a sort of creative summer camp for those who detest real summer camps..." No one got her joke. Nonetheless, Namine felt it to be her duty to laugh herself- it helped to relieve the stress.
"Wait... so this isn't Cooking?" One of the older 'youngsters' asked.
"No. This is Art... Class..?" Namine watched, confused, as a large- nearly all- of the students get up and walk out of the door. The kids that remained were three teens she recognized from her own classes.
The boy closest to her, the easy-going, spikey-haired brunette most people referred to as 'Sora', smiled. "We're ready to learn!" He gestured at the other two- the stoic, white-haired boy known as Riku and another cheerful brunette called Kairi. Riku gave her a small smile, while Kairi gave her a really big grin and a hearty wave.
Namine sighed. She didn't mind having the three be her students- it was just that an entire school year had passed and the three had been in all of her classes. And ten months of Sora, Riku and Kairi went for an equivalent of ten years that anyone should be forced to be in the same room for six hours with. To put it simply, the blond was sorely tempted to run after the others and make half of her art class be cooking as well. She would've dragged them back in if she had to.
But she resisted the urge. Namine sighed again, determined to continue with her class no matter what, when loud crashes, cruses and whatnot came down from the hallway outside the room, interrupting yet again. The noises built slowly in volume until the causes of the such said violence raced into the room at top speed, one skidding to a stop by running straight into a group of desks.
The four teens watched on in stunned silence while the second and taller newcomer slammed the door shut and grabbed the nearest chair to jam it underneath the doorknob. He ducked down below the tiny rectangular window set into the door as their pursuers- an entire horde of hall monitors and a few ticked teachers- raced by.
No one spoke for a long time afterwards. The first incident came from the two newcomers giving each a high-five. The taller of the two helped the other one up to his feet again. "See, Roxas," the redhead grinned, completely oblivious to the audience, "I told you we could get out of..." He noted the direction his companion was looking in and followed his gaze. "Oh shit."
Namine sighed. She recognized the redhead and blond from the numerous visits they had made to the Principals's office during the period she spent helping out in the office. Axel and Roxas- class clowns, smart alecks.. basically a teacher's and substitutes worst nightmare.
And now they were both in her classroom and, considering the unhealthy clicking the doorknob made as Axel removed the chair..- a sure symptom that meant that it was broken and would not open-, here they were to stay.
This was certainly not the first day she had imagined.