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"Wait, so you're telling me not only was I right about who you are but that you want a certain Shen Gong Wu?"
Whoops, this is skipping way far ahead! May it'd be better if we start at the beginning of this mess...
"Did you hear that Mrs. Dalsen had her baby?" A student squeals as she walks down the hall.
"Yeah, and have you seen the substitute? He is GORGEOUS!" The girl next to her replies excitedly.
Gagging silently behind them, I shake my head. What is wrong with most girls? They've got to be really narrow minded to be so engrossed about a substitute teacher.
"What's the big deal about a substitute? We've been expecting one forever." I note hotly, having enough of hearing this jibber jabber.
"No one asked you." The first girl snaps nastily, beginning to flop down the staircase with those sandals of hers.
I turn the corner, almost laughing to myself. She couldn't think of an insult, I know it's not too bad to be me! Well, besides the flabby body and hideous exterior. I open the door to my fifth hour, American History. When I see the teacher, I had to give a double take to make sure that it just wasn't just my imagination.
His dark hair with a green undertone, long and flowing like a pony. And his entire facial structure makes him look exactly like him. You know that one villain, that one that I'd watched for much of my childhood and would yell at him through the television because how he had so very much unsettled my very soul.
I settle myself into my assigned desk, pulling my notebook from my bag to flip through past works. Mostly concept art, character designs, one panel comics, and doodles. But there one piece not of notebook paper that I have been working on diligently whenever possible. I can never finish it, somehow it always feels like it's missing the passion you put into it...
Students carrel into the classroom right before the bing of class coming to a start.
"Your Current Events have been written up on the white board." The teacher says indifferently, continuing writing. The door opens again, our second teacher has arrived. I give her a grin as she passes me to talk with the substitute, I would try to listen in.
Afterwords, we are all given a reading assignment for the class period. Of course most of the students had left their hefty textbooks within their lockers. The ones whom had their locker near enough were allowed to go retrieve it.
I, luckily were not one of them. I mindlessly sketch a circle, and hesitantly try to add a jaw. This looks pretty masculine for any of my own characters... Let's do some fan art today, that'll help out!
A textbook is set on my desk, I look up into the annoyed face of a, "Mr. Wong."
"Get to work." He commands plainly, drifting back to his desk.
Behind his back I smirk rebelliously, continuing the draft. How about that Spicer character, he's a guy but still easy enough to draw his anatomy. Alright, so he has a widow's peak and rounded European eyes. Give him a mischievous expression and a pudding cup. Let's call it, "Jack Spicer plots to steal your Wu." Sign it too...
With an attention grabbing clearing of the throat, I jerk back into reality.
"It wasn't me, I swears!" I squeal in hope that it would save my big silly arse. All I get is a pair of raised brows as he nonchalantly scans over the drawing.
"Do you care about graduating?" He questions forcefully, likely his method of keeping kids in line.
"I've passed every test in History class, never studied for any of them." Flies from my mouth thoughtlessly.
With the binging of dismissal, I snatch up my things and run out before I can be asked to stay after class.