Odd Happenings of School
I was sitting in my desk, just waiting for the new teacher to come in. My friend Cynthia, who was currently sleeping with her head cradled in her arms, was snoring away. Little did we know who our teacher was.
It was a little over ten minutes after class was supposed to start, but no one but the students were in the room. Of course, everyone was getting restless, and Cynthia had awakened bleary-eyed and groggy.
"Whut time is it…?" my partner in crime looked over at me, her eyes half closed yet still pertaining awareness of her surroundings. "Um… about ten minutes into class, and the teacher still hasn't shown up. How was your powernap?"
"Good… But why isn't the teacher here? And did you catch what the teacher's name was?"
"No, I didn't. Sorry."
"Mmkay," And at that she plopped her head down making a loud groan.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and everyone jumped in their seats. A man who looked in his mid thirties marched into the room. He was clad in a white shirt, black vest, brown slacks and a long, flowing brown trench coat. Oddly enough, he looked like David Tennant. "Hello lads. My name is Doctor Who. I am going to be your honors English teacher from now on. Are there any questions?"
At that precise moment, both Cynthia and I's jaws dropped to the floor. We looked from him, to each other, and back to him in disbelief. No way could this be happening. The Doctor? Here? No. Friggin. Way.
Trying to get a grip, I cleared my throat and hoped that this wasn't a dream.
Of course this isn't a dream I thought. I remember coming to school and going to the dreaded bus room. But if this were The Doctor, where is his partner? Or is this just a person who looks like him and is trying to pull a joke?
Cynthia on the other hand looked like she was about to pass out, but then again I couldn't blame her. This was only, like, a dream come true to her. Nothing big… not.
Looking over, the famed Doctor-or maybe an imposter or serious fan, started walking towards us. "Miss Tanaka… am I correct? Can you please answer the question I asked? Or were you daydreaming?"
Snapping out of my gaze, I blushed a deep shade of scarlet.
"Uh… Um... Can you please repeat the question… sir…?" I met his eyes with a nervous gaze.
"I said, 'What is the one of the most commonly misspelled word in the English language that starts with an 'A'?"
"Uh….. I really don't… know."
"Acceptable, that is one."
I looked over to Cynthia who is looking at me with pity in her eyes. I gave her a don't-look-at-me-like-that look and turned away. As I was drowning in my own embarrassment, the teacher was rambling on about how students should pay attention. Glancing over at the tall blonde, I saw that she was fidgeting. Like lighting, she shot her hand up and blurted out "Are you David Tennant or The Doctor?" Realizing what she had just said, she slowly retracted her hand and blushed.
Sauntering over to where she was-I was trying to seem as tiny as possible so that he wouldn't notice me-he bent over and put his nose to hers. "I am The Doctor. And who is this David Tennant?"
"W-well…" Cynthia stuttered. "He's… well, your actor. Ya know for the show Doctor Who?" She looked as if she was going to explode from the pressure put on her. Boy, did I feel for her. I would have shriveled up and evaporated by now.
"An actor you say?" he said, his face scrunching up in confusion. "Y-yeah…" Cynthia said, her eyes averting his curious gaze. "Mm. I see," and at that, he turned around and walked towards the board.
RIIING! The bell to go to homeroom rang, and our teacher glanced up at the clock.
"Huh. Time to go already? Class dismissed."
Quietly and quickly, we all shuffled out of the class room and to homeroom.
This was going to be a long semester.