Silence stood up and walked to the front of the room. The students glanced up andput down their pencils. He grinned and nodded for a boy in the front to pick up their papers. The boy shuffled down the rows, his spikey black hair sticking up all over the place. Silence ran his fingers through his hair and took the papers.
"Hey Professor Micheals, someone's outside waiting..." a petite girl with pink eyes said, as Silence turned to look at Twist. He winked and turned back to the class just as the bell rang. "Well, go on!" he said, chuckling and ushering them out.
Streak stood in the back of the class as a boy answered a question. "Good." she said, as he walked to the back and sat down. "Jessica, you next....." she said. She twisted a strand of rainbow colored hair around her finger, glancing anxiously at the clock.
Once the homework was finished, she walked back to the front of the class. "Listen up!" she yelled, then noticed someone sleeping. The class erupted into giggles as she picked up a history textbook and walked to his desk. Suddenly, she dropped it on the hard desk with a thud. The boy's head shot up. "TWENTY TWO!" he yelled, his eyes slowly adjusting. He blushed tomato red and sat up straight.
"This is not math class, Jake. Save it for Professor Chanda." she said,TK'ing some water on his face.
"Professor Davis!" a boy yelled, running after Mia. She turned around, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, Amos?" she asked, her curly hair flowing down her back. Her green eyes concentrated on him. "Yes?" she repeated.
The boy stood still, but suddenly jumped. "Um.....great lesson today." he said, realizing how lame that sounded. Mia laughed. "Thanks, Amos." she smirked and walked away. Amos smacked his head and glanced at the guys behind him. They shoved him around, laughing. "Come on, man, she's older than Professor Micheals!" they said, cracking up.
Mark tapped the microscope, his bright orange eyes glancing outside. "That's it." he said, nodding for them to pack up. "Listen up!" he shouted, as if he needed to shout. He always got the odd feeling that the kids were scared of him. "Okay, weeklong project. I want you to track Venus this week, you should be able to see it from your window. If not, figure out how." he said.
A girl in the front raised her hand. "Um... Professor Davis....are you and the other Professor Davis married?" she asked quietly.
Mark stared at her, his mouth ready to fall open. He held a hand to his head. "Professor Davis and I are siblings." he said with a sigh. "Go on." he said with a wave as they walked out. Mark groaned and held his head. He had never planned on teaching. Never.
"Hey Professor Micheals, someone's outside waiting..." a petite girl with pink eyes said, as Silence turned to look at Twist. He winked and turned back to the class just as the bell rang. "Well, go on!" he said, chuckling and ushering them out.
Streak stood in the back of the class as a boy answered a question. "Good." she said, as he walked to the back and sat down. "Jessica, you next....." she said. She twisted a strand of rainbow colored hair around her finger, glancing anxiously at the clock.
Once the homework was finished, she walked back to the front of the class. "Listen up!" she yelled, then noticed someone sleeping. The class erupted into giggles as she picked up a history textbook and walked to his desk. Suddenly, she dropped it on the hard desk with a thud. The boy's head shot up. "TWENTY TWO!" he yelled, his eyes slowly adjusting. He blushed tomato red and sat up straight.
"This is not math class, Jake. Save it for Professor Chanda." she said,TK'ing some water on his face.
"Professor Davis!" a boy yelled, running after Mia. She turned around, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, Amos?" she asked, her curly hair flowing down her back. Her green eyes concentrated on him. "Yes?" she repeated.
The boy stood still, but suddenly jumped. "Um.....great lesson today." he said, realizing how lame that sounded. Mia laughed. "Thanks, Amos." she smirked and walked away. Amos smacked his head and glanced at the guys behind him. They shoved him around, laughing. "Come on, man, she's older than Professor Micheals!" they said, cracking up.
Mark tapped the microscope, his bright orange eyes glancing outside. "That's it." he said, nodding for them to pack up. "Listen up!" he shouted, as if he needed to shout. He always got the odd feeling that the kids were scared of him. "Okay, weeklong project. I want you to track Venus this week, you should be able to see it from your window. If not, figure out how." he said.
A girl in the front raised her hand. "Um... Professor Davis....are you and the other Professor Davis married?" she asked quietly.
Mark stared at her, his mouth ready to fall open. He held a hand to his head. "Professor Davis and I are siblings." he said with a sigh. "Go on." he said with a wave as they walked out. Mark groaned and held his head. He had never planned on teaching. Never.
