John waited at his desk for all the kids to filter in. When the intercom stopped booming announcements, he stoop and addressed his class. "Hello, I am you homeroom teacher and your science teacher as well. My name is Mr. John and I do not take backtalk. I say something you do it. If you have something to tell me then tell me. Okay?" The class murmured yesses but he could tell they couldn't care less. The bell rung and they all went to their classes. A new batch of children wondered in and sat down. Boys on one side, girls on another side. "I would have thought they would have outgrown that phase. Oh well..." He introduced himself and dove right into the lesson. "Today class we will be learning about fire and different types of fire. Now fire is a vital part of survival and..." the class got bored pretty easily and was about to go to sleep when. BANG! The cheif had set off a small plasma fire on his Indestructible Desk Of Science, crafted in the dark factors of the realm of China. "Plasma fire . the most dangerous type of fire. Not only does it burn, it also emmits gamma rays. It requires extreme medical attention and it leaves permanent scars. As you can see on my arm." John said, pulling up his shirts sleeve to reveal a shiny but hard patch of skin. "Mr. John sir, where did you get that scar?" Asked a boy. The cheif simply replied with:"long story".
John grabbed his assault rifle from the ground. He pushed himself up off the cold dirt, and looked up. The pelican that had delivered them was now smoking and had flames on it. It was only a matter of time before- BOOM. The pelican had exploded in midair. "Kelly, Linda do you copy" two acknowledgement lights winked on in the top left corner of his HUD display. John was about to give his orders but he saw a wounded marine on the ground near his, and a elite looking straight at the marine. John dashed at the elite, fireing his weapon. He dropped his gun as he leapt onto the elite, brawling and losing his shields in the process. He pushed the elite off him, and it drew its plasma rifle. The mastercheif turned but his arm was hit by the plasma.
MR. John snapped out of his flashback and put his sleeve back down. "Mr. JohnnyWonny, how about you let me see more of that big buff body of yours after class. Hmmm?" Purred a girl with a VEEEERY short skirt, twirling her hair in her fingers. "No," John replied," but I'm sure that the principal would love to show you his big buff expulsion forms!" Now sit down. I'll be telling your parents bout this young... whatever creature you are." The cheif now had a deep and loud voice, like one of a mighty emperor. All the girls went "oooooooooohhh! That's like totally embarrassing, like whatever, yaaaww." . And the boys went. "Saw that one coming.""I farted." " the little b****!" "Dragons? Where!?" One of the boys coughed something that sounded a lot like "slut".
After teaching some other classes it was time for his lunch break. He was walking to the teachers lounge when he got tackled down to the ground. His first instinct was to kill it bit when he saw who it was he recoiled in shock. "Johnson?" He asked. Ret. Gunnery Sargent Avery James Johnson stood there expressionless, as if in a trance. He suddenly yelled" Damm right I am!" And they both started laughing. "Good to see you have crazy nut."Johnson said, putting his arm around chiefs shoulder.
I'm really short on time, and I feel I haven't updated anything in a while so I finished this chapter as soon as I could. No realy, it's 2:07AM. Please review!
