History Lesson
By Rachelle
"Why isn't our regular history teacher here?" demanded one of the students, a young Koopa. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for an answer. A few of his classmates gave him weird looks as they passed before making their way to their desks.
The supply teacher pushed back his silvery blue hair as he surveyed the room, pretending he hadn't heard the annoyed seventh grader. Or maybe he wasn't pretending, he was almost too old to tell. His old green shell looked as if it hadn't been properly polished in years, and he leaned on an aged cane for support. His head was, however, still full of neatly combed hair, though it was turning white in certain spots. A few spikes suggested that he could have been a war veteran.
"Hello?" asked the student again, a little more loudly this time. He tapped on the ancient's shoulder.
Realising that his hearing aid wasn't on, the old Koopa fiddled with a tiny switch for a moment before turning to face the young Koopa. "Did you say something?"
"Yeah, I did," sighed the student. "What happened to our regular history teacher?"
"Maybe she broke," sniggered another, a Mushroomer by the sound of it, from somewhere in the class.
"I very much doubt that," smiled the old Koopa. "Your regular history teacher has called in sick today, so I'm filling in. You may call me Mr. K." He was speaking more or less to the whole class now, so the child who had asked muttered a "Thanks" and returned to his seat.
However, it would have been a miracle if more than even five students had even heard him, what with the current noise level. Paper airplanes were flying every which way, and only a scarce few weren't talking. He wrote his name on the blackboard, catching the attention of a few, but most of the students just continued talking. After a few futile attempts at getting their attention, he decided that he was running out of patience.
"QUIET!" he bellowed suddenly. The class fell silent almost instantaneously. The entire mismatched class peered up at him in mild surprise, as if they hadn't noticed that he was there until that moment. "Thank you," he smiled. "Today's lesson will be about the Koopa revolution."
Most of the students groaned. A few slumped in their seats, uninterested already. They were all bored of hearing just how valiant and cunning King Bowser the First had been, even the Koopas. A Mushroom's hand shot up.
"Mister K, sir? We've just finished studying the Grass Land Economic structure, and we were about to start learning about the Hybrid Rights Entreaty," the Mushroomer informed him, obviously hoping to pick up where they last left off.
"Well, today we're taking a break from that. In fact, I don't really like how you textbooks handle this matter-"
"Yeah, there's no actual information in it!" pointed out another Mushroom. "Just excruciating detail about Bowser I and his kids!" A few other classmates nodded in agreement.
"Yes, the Royal Family does seem to have gotten a rather large head these past few years, doesn't it?" chucked the supply. "Which is why we're not going to use textbooks today."
"Yay!" rejoiced a Koopa, shoving his textbook back into his desk.
"All right then," began Mr. K. "Does anyone here know exactly /how/ Bowser the First and his Children took over the Mushroom Kingdom?"
"Well, he didn't technically take it over," interjected another Mushroomer.
"Very true," he agreed, nodding appreciatively. "The Koopa Royal Family rules, with the Mushroomers' respective Royalties close at hand. We all know that. But, does anyone here know how our present predicament came to be?"
No one had an answer. They looked around in confusion. Hadn't it always been this way?
"Oh come on, don't tell me they've never taught you how the Koopas came to rule."
Still no response. He was met with a sea of vacant stares.
Mr. K sighed. "Well, then I suppose I'll have to educate you. That's what I'm here for, after all. Bowser the First, we'll just call him Bowser for now, had seven kids: Ludwig, Lemmy, Roy, Iggy, Morton, Wendy and the youngest, Larry. At that time, our kingdom was split in two very different sections: the Mushroom Kingdom, which was ruled by Princess Peach the First (We'll call her Peach for the sake of convenience) and the Koopa Clan. They were constantly fighting, trying to gain total control over each of the Lands. Though the Koopa Clan had partial control of almost every Land, the Mushroom Kingdom still maintained the greater portion of each and every one of them, with the possible exception of Dark Land. Does anyone here at least know why this was?"
"Because of Mario?" ventured one of the brighter Mushroomers. While it was obvious that most of the kids knew what she was talking about, a couple seemed puzzled by this statement.
"Partially. More specifically, the Mario Brothers," clarified the old Koopa. "Mario and Luigi Mario."
"Huh? You said Mario twice!" interrupted one of the more clueless Koopas.
"Mario was their surname; Mario Mario and Luigi Mario," he answered. "Exactly why remains a mystery even today. Mario and Luigi gave Bowser quite a lot of trouble; always ruining his attempts at kidnapping Peach."
"Why did he want to kidnap her in the first place?" inquired another Koopa. "Did he like her or something?"
"Eew!" stated a Mushroomer girl, giggling.
Mr. K cleared his throat, perhaps to cover up a laugh. "I'll have to say no to that. Though there were a few rumours, the true intent of Bowser's was to hold her ransom for the Mushroomers' part of the Lands, at least it was at first. After the first few times, it became more of a way to bait the Marios into his traps in hopes of destroying them both. Of course, his main goal remained to control the whole Mushroom Kingdom, which he did so eventually, though not quite in the way he would have imagined it."
"What do you mean?"
"Perhaps it's best if I just tell you the whole story," he decided. The kids cheered; they were becoming more interested by the minute. The old Koopa cleared his throat and began to retell what should have been history's most famed chapter.
***
Author's note: Ah hah hah! That's an entire one. two. three and a half typewritten (duh) pages for you! I have more, but I want some good reviews first, understand? Yes, I know this is pathetic, asking for reviews, but how else will I know whether anyone else is even reading at all? Or even *wants* to read more? This is part one of three, so if ya want more
. . . Well, you get the picture.
Bamboo! *Bows*
~Rachelle
By Rachelle
"Why isn't our regular history teacher here?" demanded one of the students, a young Koopa. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for an answer. A few of his classmates gave him weird looks as they passed before making their way to their desks.
The supply teacher pushed back his silvery blue hair as he surveyed the room, pretending he hadn't heard the annoyed seventh grader. Or maybe he wasn't pretending, he was almost too old to tell. His old green shell looked as if it hadn't been properly polished in years, and he leaned on an aged cane for support. His head was, however, still full of neatly combed hair, though it was turning white in certain spots. A few spikes suggested that he could have been a war veteran.
"Hello?" asked the student again, a little more loudly this time. He tapped on the ancient's shoulder.
Realising that his hearing aid wasn't on, the old Koopa fiddled with a tiny switch for a moment before turning to face the young Koopa. "Did you say something?"
"Yeah, I did," sighed the student. "What happened to our regular history teacher?"
"Maybe she broke," sniggered another, a Mushroomer by the sound of it, from somewhere in the class.
"I very much doubt that," smiled the old Koopa. "Your regular history teacher has called in sick today, so I'm filling in. You may call me Mr. K." He was speaking more or less to the whole class now, so the child who had asked muttered a "Thanks" and returned to his seat.
However, it would have been a miracle if more than even five students had even heard him, what with the current noise level. Paper airplanes were flying every which way, and only a scarce few weren't talking. He wrote his name on the blackboard, catching the attention of a few, but most of the students just continued talking. After a few futile attempts at getting their attention, he decided that he was running out of patience.
"QUIET!" he bellowed suddenly. The class fell silent almost instantaneously. The entire mismatched class peered up at him in mild surprise, as if they hadn't noticed that he was there until that moment. "Thank you," he smiled. "Today's lesson will be about the Koopa revolution."
Most of the students groaned. A few slumped in their seats, uninterested already. They were all bored of hearing just how valiant and cunning King Bowser the First had been, even the Koopas. A Mushroom's hand shot up.
"Mister K, sir? We've just finished studying the Grass Land Economic structure, and we were about to start learning about the Hybrid Rights Entreaty," the Mushroomer informed him, obviously hoping to pick up where they last left off.
"Well, today we're taking a break from that. In fact, I don't really like how you textbooks handle this matter-"
"Yeah, there's no actual information in it!" pointed out another Mushroom. "Just excruciating detail about Bowser I and his kids!" A few other classmates nodded in agreement.
"Yes, the Royal Family does seem to have gotten a rather large head these past few years, doesn't it?" chucked the supply. "Which is why we're not going to use textbooks today."
"Yay!" rejoiced a Koopa, shoving his textbook back into his desk.
"All right then," began Mr. K. "Does anyone here know exactly /how/ Bowser the First and his Children took over the Mushroom Kingdom?"
"Well, he didn't technically take it over," interjected another Mushroomer.
"Very true," he agreed, nodding appreciatively. "The Koopa Royal Family rules, with the Mushroomers' respective Royalties close at hand. We all know that. But, does anyone here know how our present predicament came to be?"
No one had an answer. They looked around in confusion. Hadn't it always been this way?
"Oh come on, don't tell me they've never taught you how the Koopas came to rule."
Still no response. He was met with a sea of vacant stares.
Mr. K sighed. "Well, then I suppose I'll have to educate you. That's what I'm here for, after all. Bowser the First, we'll just call him Bowser for now, had seven kids: Ludwig, Lemmy, Roy, Iggy, Morton, Wendy and the youngest, Larry. At that time, our kingdom was split in two very different sections: the Mushroom Kingdom, which was ruled by Princess Peach the First (We'll call her Peach for the sake of convenience) and the Koopa Clan. They were constantly fighting, trying to gain total control over each of the Lands. Though the Koopa Clan had partial control of almost every Land, the Mushroom Kingdom still maintained the greater portion of each and every one of them, with the possible exception of Dark Land. Does anyone here at least know why this was?"
"Because of Mario?" ventured one of the brighter Mushroomers. While it was obvious that most of the kids knew what she was talking about, a couple seemed puzzled by this statement.
"Partially. More specifically, the Mario Brothers," clarified the old Koopa. "Mario and Luigi Mario."
"Huh? You said Mario twice!" interrupted one of the more clueless Koopas.
"Mario was their surname; Mario Mario and Luigi Mario," he answered. "Exactly why remains a mystery even today. Mario and Luigi gave Bowser quite a lot of trouble; always ruining his attempts at kidnapping Peach."
"Why did he want to kidnap her in the first place?" inquired another Koopa. "Did he like her or something?"
"Eew!" stated a Mushroomer girl, giggling.
Mr. K cleared his throat, perhaps to cover up a laugh. "I'll have to say no to that. Though there were a few rumours, the true intent of Bowser's was to hold her ransom for the Mushroomers' part of the Lands, at least it was at first. After the first few times, it became more of a way to bait the Marios into his traps in hopes of destroying them both. Of course, his main goal remained to control the whole Mushroom Kingdom, which he did so eventually, though not quite in the way he would have imagined it."
"What do you mean?"
"Perhaps it's best if I just tell you the whole story," he decided. The kids cheered; they were becoming more interested by the minute. The old Koopa cleared his throat and began to retell what should have been history's most famed chapter.
***
Author's note: Ah hah hah! That's an entire one. two. three and a half typewritten (duh) pages for you! I have more, but I want some good reviews first, understand? Yes, I know this is pathetic, asking for reviews, but how else will I know whether anyone else is even reading at all? Or even *wants* to read more? This is part one of three, so if ya want more
. . . Well, you get the picture.
Bamboo! *Bows*
~Rachelle
