AN: To all my readers, my computer is broken because my baby nephew spilled beer all over it and I can't write much right now because I damaged my right hand. Wrote this chapter on the phone and it's painful. But anyhow, enjoy my new idea.

I sat at my new desk which was located in the right-side, back corner of the classroom. It was quite a wonderful spot to sit in as I got a seat directly next to the windows. It felt great to have the sun keep me warm while I got a view with the open, blue skies and the open field where students were having their gym class. Today it appeared to be the boy's class to be out on the vast field.

"Eeeek! Mr. Brentwood looks so cute today!" cried one of the girls... A cluster of girls to be precise. They squealed together so excitedly while peering out the window.

I also looked out the window and indeed, there was the PE (physical education) teacher. He was grinning and running along the boys. They were huffing as sweat drenched their grey teeshirts. However, Mr. Brentwood stood out very easily from the large group. Why?

Well, he was much taller than the rest of the boys and besides the height difference, his built was a lot more muscular- which was rather expected from a male physical education teacher. Not to forget mentioning his personality, everybody well knew that he was one of the most friendly and optimistic teacher at Princeton Secondary School. There were lots of things I could compare him to and if I had to choose... I would have to say that he resembled a fully bloomed sunflower.

He was tall and always strolled around the school grounds with a goofy grin smeared across his face. He marched with confidence which made him very eye catching too. Anyone could pinpoint him out of a crowd just by his luminous, golden, messy hairwhile the students would never hesitate to approach him. He looked more approachable than other teachers because of his clothes too... He would simply wear a tee shirt with a pair of shorts, even during the winter. Another fact that everybody knew was that Mr. Brentwood was once a martial artist fighter...

Bright personality. Handsome and tall. Admired by the boys. Loved by so many female students. It was no surprise that he was commonly known as one of the "Prince" at Princeton Secondary. However, there was one other teacher that the female students dubbed as their "Prince" and it was none other than-

"Well... Mr. Brentwood is cute, but I prefer Mr. White much better. He is so much hotter." said Amy, another girl from my classroom.

Ah, yes- Mr. White. The polar opposite of Mr. Brentwood. If I had to explain this as quickly as I possibly could, this is what I have to say. If Mr. Brentwood's finest point was his athleticism, Mr. White's would be his academic background. These two men were the focal point to our private school's success.

Mr. Brentwood made sure that nearly all of our school's athletic teams won tournaments which always meant more funding. Thus, our school teams are highly recognized by parents and other districts. Meanwhile, Mr. White ran the language department all on his own (even though there are two other language teachers). As far as we knew, he could speak approximately eight languages: English, French, Spanish, Italian, Korean, Japanese, American Sign Language, and an aboriginal language. Thanks to his skills, our school gained more attention as the principle wrote in his long, boring pamphlet:

"Princeton Secondary can help prepare your sons and daughters to excel in any university around the world. They can learn seven unique languages and our school provides a staff who can help deaf and mute students!"

It sounds very attractive for most parents, I am sure. To me, they are merely fancy words...

"Hey Elsa, who do you think is more hotter? Mr. Brentwood or Mr. White?" asked Amanda.

I took a moment to think and concluded, "Neither."

Due to my nonchalant response, the flock of girls gawked at me blankly. Then they giggled amongst themselves and said, "You really are an oddball, newbie."

I paid them no mind even though I could hear one of the girls whisper, "I guess that the rumors are true... Elsa is a bit of an ice queen."

I certainly agreed that Mr. Brentwood was handsome and a positive being, however, I simply could not like, love, or adore him like the other girls did. As for Mr. White-

"Good morning class."

The speak of the devil. There came Mr. White. Do you recall how I mentioned that he was the polar opposite of Mr. Brentwood? Well, I stick to my words. Just from the first glance, anyone would say the same thing as I did.

He wasn't nearly as tall as Mr. Brentwood and his built was much leaner, but not so skinny that he looked weak. Meanwhile, his jet black hair was kept well-groomed as it was gelled back to show his forehead, though there were few strands tumbling down.

Another thing that was different between him and Mr. Brentwood was his outfit. There was a sense of professionalism. He wore a crisp, white dress shirt which was buttoned up to the second last button. There was a thin black necktie which was neatly kept in place with a black clip. On top of which, he wore a chocolate brown vest while a silver belt remained buckled over his hip. Finally, he wore a pair of leather brown shoes. All of this was remarkably different from the other teacher by far.

Yet it wasn't his clothes that made him so different from the gym teacher nor his body built... It was something else.

I stared at him as he noticed me for the second time at school. The new girl. He briefly gave a small smile to the class. He walked in front of the chalkboard and quickly wrote the date on the top right corner. As he wrote the date, the final murmurs from the students died down as he turned around to face us.

"Last class, we looked over the syllabus. If you weren't here, please come and pick up this year's syllabus." said Mr. White.

A redheaded boy stood from his seat and quickly picked up the piece of paper. I believe his name started with the letter H, but I forgot what it was. I'm awful with names as you can see.

"Today I want to do an evaluation of this class. You guys are in grade 10 French now, but I know that you guys had a long summer. Let's see what you remember and what you don't remember. After doing this quiz, please put it into the blue folder on my desk. Then we will have a quick, general review from grade 9 French." Mr. White said this very calmly.

Despite his tone, the class burst with groans and lots of whining. I observed some of the students openly complaining about the sudden quiz, but Mr. White stood in front of the class very coolly as if he already expected this sort of response.

Then a tiny group attempted to be cute by grinning and asking, "Mr. White, can we like not do this today?"

In response, our teacher also grinned back and in a happily replied, "Absolutely not."

Before anymore responses erupted, Mr. White handed out the papers from row to row. When I received by exam, I gawked at it, and in all honesty, I had no clue how to answer any of the questions...

When I took a peek at the teacher, he was sipping his coffe from a small, white mug. I knew that he knew that I was struggling... He gave me a smile. Damn. I could feel my stomach churning. After thirty to forty minutes (I knew this because all I could do was watch the clock hands ticking by...) we all submitted our papers. Of course, mine was nearly blank.

I couldn't help, but heave a sigh because this is how the remainder of my day at school lasted. Feeling deflated, I visited the park for a while befor I went home by taking the bus.

Do you remember how the girls asked me if I liked Mr. Brentwood or Mr. White and I responded neither? Allow me now to explan my answer to you now...

I used the elevator and reached the eighth floor, slowly walking across the corridor, turned left, and then finally unlocked the door.

"Welcome home, sis!" cried Kristoff.

... That is my older brother. A brother who is ten years older than me. His full name is Kristoff Brentwood. So yes, my full name is Elsa Brentwood. Nobody else at our school knows about this fact and this happens to be my first secret. So yes, no matter how handsome and radiant my older brother may be, I cannot say that my brother is "hot".

"Welcome home, my ass. What is up with your quiz?" growled Jack. He waked to the entrance while holding my quiz. Maybe it was because he was wearing a black tee shirt and white shorts with his messy, black hair nearly covering his eyes that he looked much more intimidating tonight.

... That is my second secret. I also live with Mr. Jack White, my language teacher. Yes, this is the same man from today's morning French class. While at school, he looks like a professional and he's known to be calm, quiet, calm, mature (everything opposite to my brother, Kristoff), and nice. His personality as a teacher could be compared to that of a lotus flower. Refreshing, cool, and beautiful.

But at home... He is much more like a cactus... Or better yet, a carnivorous plant.

"You only wrote the date, your name, and answered three questions. And one of them is wrong."

Yeah... A carnivorous plant. (I have already admitted to filling a few of the things on the quiz, haven't I? So don't judge me. (Q_Q) )

Truly I tell you, he was a twisted personality. He is temperamental like a cat, cunning, and on the borderline of being sadistic. For example, the smile he gave me in class. If someone else saw his face at that moment, they would have thought: he has a really nice smile. After living with him since the past weekend (Saturday, to be exact), I have already managed to read his real thoughts and/or intention beneath his charming smile at school.

This was my interpretation: I dare you to fail this quiz because if you do, you won't hear the end of this until next two weeks. Are you having fun, Elsa? Because I am.

I can never imagine myself loving or adoring Mr. White because I am fully aware of reality and of his twisted personality.

My brother intervened, "Oi, Jack. Do you think it's okay for you to act this evil in front of one of your cute students?"

Jack glared at him and said, "She already knows my real personality. I don't need to hide it anymore. If I had to keep up the nice teacher act 24/7, I would die from stress by the time I reach the age of thirty-five."

My brother clapped and said, "So you only have five more years to live?"

"Like hell I do. And I'm pretty damn sure that your sister sucks in languages because of her stupid older brother."

Kristoff only laughed happily from their usual banter and said, "Well she is smarter than me."

Pas if he was sick of my older brother's boundless positive enthusiasm, Jack heaved a sigh before retreating back to the living room with my brother tagging after him.

"Jack, cook us dinner! I'm hungry!" cried Kristoff.

"Wait until I'm done marking."

"But I'm hungry right now! Don't you know? In the Bible it says: If thou art hungry, thou shalt eat meat."

"No, it doesn't!"

"Can we still eat meat for dinner tonight?"

"...Fine..."

Dear world, why does it have to be me who lives with these two? It hasn't even been ten minutes and I'm so tired.

[Quick Laughs]

Kristoff: Jack, you should have been more nice to Elsa.

Jack: ... Maybe in the future... Like 5 million years later.

Kristoff: Meanie. I'm going to sulk now.

Jack: If you keep that up, I won't feed you dinner.

Kristoff: (0_0)} I'm sorry Jack. You are the nicest human being on Earth.

Jack: You're so damn-

Elsa: WILL BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP?! I got homework to do thanks to Jack!

Jack & Kristoff: ... Elsa, we won't get any reviews from our readers thanks to you now...

Elsa: W-why me? ...

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