Since my first chapter was such a wonderful sucess, here is chapter two of In Our World! Yay! As you know I don't own Black Butler or the characters, though I'd be cool if I did. Remember to review! It makes me write more chapters! :)
After my small rain cloud of depression, the rest of the class decided to file in. They all took a seat right as the last ding of the bell rang. Noticing that it was time to start the class, Mr. Sutcliff went to the front, climbed up onto the small stage that was provided, and stared us all down with his exotic greenish-yellow eyes.
"Well, welcome to Drama everyone! I am Mr. Sutcliff as you all know and I will be your new teacher until further notice." He clapped his hands together and most of the students started to whisper to each other about how odd he looked and how much of a drag this class was going to be.
He hopped off the stage and began to walk around all the tables that we were sitting at. "Right, I'll get straight to the point. Our entire goal this semester is to put on a play. A play that will be the creativity of the entire class. There are a few things that will be required and dancing is one of them.
You could hear many groans of dissatisfaction come from the students and I was one of them. Simone was to busy twiddling with a piece of fuzz she found lying on the table. Though her interest was peaked at the sound of music that was suddenly heard.
Mr. Sutcliff had popped a classical cd into the cd player and hopped back onto the stage. "Now does anyone here know how to dance?"
A few students raised their hand slightly and Mr. Sutcliff sighed a bit while pushing up his red glasses. "Let me rephrase the question. Do any of you know how to do any FORMAL dancing? I'm not talking about that vulgar hopping about most of you do."
Now I'm not one to brag, but I am a mean dancer when it comes to waltzing. My mother insisted that I take classes as a young child. She said, "There might come a day when you need to literally put your best foot forward. You should thank me, I preparing you so you won't make a fool out of yourself in the distant future." But I wasn't about to raise my hand and volunteer myself. I may have to dance with him...not happening on my watch.
"O-Oh Island knows how!" Someone screamed out from beside me. Apparently Simone had taken the liberty to announce it to the whole world. I shot her a glare and you could practically see her melting and her hair catching on fire. She shot me a sheepish grin, not really realizing what she had done exactly. She tends to speak before she thinks.
"Splendid! Come and join me then!" He squeaked out.
I gave off a large sigh and got up from my chair. Walking over to the stage I noticed his outstretched hand and accepted it. He hoisted me up onto the stage and literally in a second, had me pressed up against his chest as much as he could. I could hear a few of the students giggling while other got a look of surprise on their faces.
"Our new Drama teacher if a creep!" One girl whispered to another.
I bowed my head in shame while he took my left hand in his and placed my right on his shoulder. He put his other on my hip and turned his head to the class, giving them a deathly look that said pay attention or else. "Alright, now everyone watch closely. You never know, there may be a test of this sometime."
That's how my first period went, waltzing away with a man I barely knew, and a teacher to boot. My day has so far been very awkward. I left Simone and went to my second period class, Food and Nutrition. Hopefully Mr. Michealis would be more in touch with personal space than Mr. Sutcliff was.
"Oh it's definitely going to be a long day." I mumbled out while taking a seat in the back of the room, putting my backpack on the floor beside me gently. At least I hadn't managed to obtain a book yet.
"I'm sure it will be with a gloomy attitude like that." Came a silky voice.
I looked to the side and noticed that Mr. Michealis was smiling at me while holding a piece of paper in his hand. It was a layout of the room and names were scribbled on every small block that I assumed represented a desk. Oh joy a seating arrangement. Hope I'm next to someone I like.
"If you say so. To me time never slows down or speeds up. It's always moving at the same pace, it's just your view on it makes it seem as if it's going slower than it actually is. My view of it today is making it dreadfully slow." I said while leaning back in the chair, waving at a friend as he walking into the room and sat down at the front.
"Very well put Miss...I'm sorry I have yet to learn your name." He said while pushing up his round glasses.
"Island. My name is Island Ebony." I said while giving off a yawn.
"Well, you seem to be a very smart girl Miss Ebony. Now if you don't mind, please take you seat on the first row at the right hand side all the way over on the end. Near my desk. That will be your seat for the semester." He walked away to the guy at the front of the class and directed him to more of the middle of the room. He did the same with every other student that came in until almost every seat was filled in.
"Alright, that should about do it. He tossed the piece of paper over toward his desk and I was amazed when it landed perfectly in the center. He then brushed some hair out of his face, making half the class swoon, and gave us all a smile that could melt the artic.
"Good morning everyone, I am Mr. Michealis and I am your Food and Nutrition teacher. Welcome, now if you will all direct you attention to the corner of the room you will see a large stack of books. Go get one and return to your seat." He waved us off and another one of my friends bumped into me with a large blush on her face.
"You look rather flustered Jasmine, you ok?" I asked while waiting in line for the insanely heavy looking book.
"Oh I'm fine! It's just that...well...is your cell on?" She suddenly asked. It was our turn to get our books and I grabbed two, handing one to her. Oh yea they were heavy. She thanked me as we walked back over to our seats.
"Yea I think so, why?"
"Put it on silent. I'll text you when we get some busy work, okay?" She seemed rather giddy and honestly it kind of scared me. She was usually a lot calmer than this; I wonder what has her so hyped up.
"Alright, now that everyone is back in their seats, please turn to page 394. As you'll see there are a variety of spices and herbs listed. I would like each of you to write the definition for each and tell me which food you believe they would go together with the best. If you have any questions I will be at my desk, please don't be shy, I am here to help."
While his back was turned, I quickly got out my cell and turned it on, praying that it was on silent. To my great relief, it was. I noticed that Jasmine had already texted me.
"Oh my gosh, isn't our teacher just the hottest guy you have ever seen! Ahh, that's what has me all red! He has those kinds of looks that just make me want to scream! He's adorable; I wonder how old he is."
I gave off a sigh, hiding my phone under my binder as Mr. Michealis walked by me and sat by his desk. He immediately picked up a red pen and began to scribble stuff down in a hurried pace. Since the fatter part of my binder and textbook was blocking my phone, I had a fair chance of texting her back without getting caught. Good thing I can multi-task. I picked up my pencil and began to write down some of a definition while texting her back with my free hand.
"Are you serious? That's all you wanted to tell me! How cute you thought our teacher was! You're pathetic, you know that? First day of school and you're already having fantasies about a teacher. Ever thought about him being married? What are you going to do then, huh?"
I sent her the message and was able to get the definition of chives down. I had put meats and potatoes as the foods I though would go best with it. I saw a flashing envelope appear moments later and I sneakily opened up the message.
"So I'm pathetic, like I care. But anyways have you seen his butt! Oh my gosh it's just the roundest and firmest thing I've ever seen! What I would give to see how it feels... *insert drooling smiley face*"
Rolling my eyes, I typed back after taking a quick glance to see if he was still writing. Luckily for me he was.
"Ok, first off, I haven't put any thought on the bum of our teacher, and second off why would I even bother to look. As far as I'm concerned he's just another person in my life who's making me learn something. Okay? I-"
I hadn't noticed the looming shadow that had appeared on my desk and once I did, frankly, it scared the pee out of me. I looked up from my phone and saw that Mr. Michealis had a rather serious look on his face. No words needed to be spoken, I merely handed him my phone without question.
"Now, let's see what was more important that your school work shall we?" His ruby eyes scanned the messages between Jasmine and I and dare I say it, he was amused at them. He even let a small chuckle escape.
"Miss Delune?" He suddenly spoke out, getting the attention of everybody in the classroom. His eyes locked with hers as he smiled.
"Y-yes?" Her face was getting redder by the minute from all the attention she was getting.
"I appreciate the time you took to give such thoughts about my rear end. For you information I find it to be rather firm and round as you put it, but for future references, if you have something you would like to discuss with me, I am available before, after, and between classes."
You could see her shrinking in her seat as her face went from cute shade of red to a bright fire engine red. Many students giggled about and that only made matters worse for her. I could only sigh. Not like I wrote anything bad, so I have nothing to worry about, just the fact that my phone has a good chance of being taken up.
"Oh and Miss Ebony, I also thank you for taking the time to NOT stare at my rear. It is most appreciated. I will be needing to speak to you after class as well. Now everyone let's forget this happen and carry on with your work. It's due on my desk at the end of class."
He took my cell phone, shut it off and put it on a drawer in his desk. The whole class was silent the entire time, minus the groan of embarrassment that left poor Jasmine as he went over and took her phone as well. I had managed to finish my work ahead of time, and since I was close, I only had to reach over and place the paper on the corner of his desk. He, without ever looking up, grabbed it and began to grade it immediately.
"Hmm, doesn't waste any time does he?" I whispered to myself. I packed up all my stuff right as the bell rang. It was time for me to go to lunch, but I couldn't. I had to stay after class to talk to Mr. Michealis. Hope he doesn't give me a write up or something. That's the last thing I need and Simone would never let me live it down!
Everyone filed out, including Jasmine, while I was waiting for him to talk to me about whatever it was he needed.
"Ahh, at last everyone is gone. Now, Miss Ebony, since it is the first day I'm debating on whether or not I should give you and Miss Delune your phones back. What do you think?"
"With all due respect sir, I would like to have it back. And I promise that it won't happen again." I said. It wasn't in a desperate tone nor was it in a whiny tone. It was a simple I'm sorry can I have it back tone.
He walked over and sat on the desk beside me, phone in his hand. "Now why do you need it back for?"
"My parents might call me." I retorted more seriously. I began to swing my legs under the desk while patiently waiting for this man to decide what he was going to do with my phone. My fingernails tapped against the desk without me knowing and I'm sure it annoyed him slightly. If it did, he could care less about telling me about it then.
"You can talk to them when you get home." He replied.
"No I can't. It's been months since I last spoke to them in person." A small hint of sadness lingered in my voice. I missed them so much, and I'm sure they missed me.
He seemed rather confused about that last comment. "Please explain Miss Ebony."
"You see my parents are currently overseas in Europe doing business. Paris, France to be more exact. They go for months at a time and then come back for about two weeks before setting out again. They are business associates dealing with the modern technologies of the world. Quite boring if you ask me. But it's what they love, even though it detracts family time with me."
"I see." In a moments notice I felt my hand being led away from the desk and something was placed inside of it. Glancing down I noticed that it was my cell phone.
"You are a special circumstance Island. Please do not make a habit of it. If I catch you again I will have no choice but to take it up for thirty days. Am I clear?"
I gave him a smile and he ruffled my hair. "Crystal." I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, going to what lunch I had left. Turns out, my little after class with Mr. Michealis lasted longer than I had thought, the entire thirty minutes of lunch was over! Oh well, I'll just grab something when I get home I guess.
As I was walking down the hallway I felt something tackle me from the back, almost knocking me to the ground. Spinning around I noticed Simone was clinging to me. "Oh Island I can't take it much more! I'm not good at Algebra anyway but he made it seem even harder than it was before!"
"W-What are you talking about Simone! And get off me!" I shrugged her off as we made our way together to English 12.
"I'm talking about Mr. Finnian! He's just so...ADORABLE. I mean he doesn't seem like he's a people person but the way he acts it just cute! Then he got all technical with us, using these big fancy math words like algorithms and denominators! I kind of zoned off after that."
I pushed open the door to English and shook my head at her. "You know, if you actually paid attention in class, maybe you would learn something for once." I scolded. Oh boy here comes the motherly side of me.
"Don't get all mommy on me! I pay attention just fine! I am as sharp as a fox!" She claimed while sticking her nose in the air and crossing her arms like a small child would.
"Uh-huh. Hey fox, your amazing sharpness missed the teacher handing you something." I said with a bit of a smirk,
She looked over and saw Mr. Faustus handing her what I guessed to be a materials list of what we would need for the class. "Pay more attention" He said before walking away.
"Pay more attention." She mimicked, shaking her butt and sticking out her tongue. He looked back and shot her a glare.
"Can you please not get on the teachers bad side. He looks strict enough as it is ok?" I sat down in the back, this class had no arrangement so far, and Simone plopped down beside me. "Fine, I'll be a good little girl like mommy wants me to be! For now at least." She huffed.
The rest of the class took their seats just as he walked to the front center of the room. He moved some of his hair from his eyes and pushed his glasses up slightly. "My name is Mr. Faustus and I am your English 12 teacher. There are a few rules for this class so listen up. No gum, no cell phone, no drinks, no food, no sleeping, and no talking while I or another student is talking. If you break any of these it will be an automatic write up, no questions asked. Get three write ups and you go to the principal. Go to the principal and get a suspension, which means you will miss my class, and if you miss my class...there is a good chance that unless you are a walking brain, you will fail. Any questions of comments?"
I saw Simone starting to open her mouth like she was going to tell him what's stuck up his butt, but fortunately I was able to slap a hand over her mouth a silence her before she got suspended. Or worse, got me suspended as well.
"Now, under each of your desks is a book, please take it out and when I call your name tell me the number on the inside front cover."
I reached under my desk and pulled out a monster of a book. It looked to be a pretty new book so I need to keep it in that shape of pay for a new one. I wish it was old, old books have all the answers highlighted and underlined. What luck we seniors have.
"Island Ebony." Mr. Faustus shouted from his desk in the corner of the room.
"578!"
He jutted down the number before going down the list once more. About five minutes late he called out Simone's name, though he didn't seem to pleased about her. He must be a major hard head, hope he doesn't hold grudges or anything. If he does Simone is just plain out of luck.
"Simone Jinx."
"245!"
He did the same with her and eventually the rest of the class. Once he was finished he went to the board and began to write a series of page numbers down. "Alright, our first until will be on Shakespeare. Everyone should know who that is. This will be his biography and earlier works. All I'm asking is for you to take thorough notes. There will be a pop quiz tomorrow for extra credit, get a one hundred and earn ten extra points on the actual test. Make less than a one hundred and you get nothing. If you need me I will at my desk."
His class went by slower than I would have hoped. By the time the bell rang I had written five papers, front of back, of notes of Shakespeare. I had better make a hundred on this stupid test. I packed up all my things and headed to the last class of the day, gym.
"I'll see you on the bus Island! Have fun in gym!" She said while disappearing into the mess of people that swarmed the halls. I made my way to the gym and noticed all the coaches, consisting of the three triplets, standing in the middle of the room. I looked over and one tugged on his shirt and pointed to a smaller hallways leading away from the gym. I got the idea and went into the girl's locker room, finding the appropriate bins that held my sizes for a shirt and shorts.
We got two sets, one for winter and one for summer. The ones for summer consisted of shorts and a tank top, the winter was sweatpants and a t-shirt. I changed and headed back out from the hallway, getting bumped into by another one of my friends.
"Ugh, could they have made these any shorter?" She groaned while tugging at the hem of the shorts. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't happy about the length either. They came about mid-thigh and to me, high inappropriate for school, especially considering all the coaches were male and young. But oh well, not like I can do anything about it.
We all sat in a circle around the coaches and once everyone was there they began to speak.
"I'm coach Timber." Said one of them. I believe I found a way to tell them apart. I had noticed that their bangs all swept a different way. Coach Timbers was straight down.
"I'm Coach Thompson." "His bangs swept to the left.
"I'm coach Canterbury." His bangs swept opposite, to the right.
Coach Timber then began to speak in a somewhat soft tone. I had deduced that they weren't very vocal people; make me wonder why in the world they would want to be coached if they never talked. Usually coaches are big loud men with a small brain and large ego. These guys were almost the exact opposite. They were smaller, had a smaller ego and as far as brainpower goes...who knows.
"Today we will be doing some simple exercises to see who needs to improve on what."
"There will be three groups. Group A, B, and C." I believe it was coach Canterbury?
"There will be three exercises. Climbing the rope, jogging the mile, and pushups." I'm pretty sure that it was Coach Thompson that had said it that time. Or was it coach Timber? Thompson? Oh this is going to be a long semester.
Suddenly all the students were told to stand and were then put into the three groups. We were told it would take a total of three days to complete these exercises and lucky me...I was the only girl in my group. Group B, with coach Canterbury. And our first exercise was that darn rope.
"Alright, for a single file line and go. There's no time limit, just get as high as you can and we'll go from there." He clicked his pen and held the clipboard that held all of our names.
"Well here I go." Said the first guy. He was rather large and had a fair bit of muscle to him. He made it about halfway up before his arms gave out and he slid back down. The coach gave him a nod of approval and the next boy went up. This routine went on for the whole class period until finally it was my turn. And so far, no one had made it up to the top of the rope. Once again, I'm not trying to brag but I'm not some little weakling that sits around and doodles all day. Since my parents are always gone I have to have some way to entertain myself! So I go to the park and jump, run, and climb everything I think I can manage.
"Come on she's a girl! If none of us can do it what makes you think she can?" Shouted some random boy from the line.
I could feel the anger rising up in me. That was almost a challenge that was issued just then, I pushed my way to the front of the line and then the rope. I looked over to Coach Canterbury, waiting for him to give me the go ahead. To my surprise, he was smiling and gave me a wink, pretty much telling me to show them what I could do. And I did not need to be told twice.
"Alight, Island. Go." He said.
I squatted down slightly up jumped up as high as I could go, grabbing into the rope with my hands. I crossed my feet and bent my legs, and then I began to ascend at a steady pace. I was about halfway there when I felt myself starting to grow weaker.
"Look, she can't make it!"
That of course only gave me the motivation I needed. I was still going and I hit the two thirds mark until finally I reached the top. Once there I wrapped my legs with the rope and rung the small bell that was at the top, loving the way that all the boys lost a bit of their pride, being outmatched by a girl and all. I descended the rope and made my way past Coach Canterbury. As I passed him he patted me on the shoulder while saying, "Very good Island."
He then turned to the rest of our group and gave them an almost disappointed stare. "Out of all of the people here, only one was able to get to the top and ring the bell. Perhaps some of you should be focusing more on building up you strength instead of your attitude. You're dismissed."
Okay, so maybe today wasn't a total waste of time. Besides, tomorrow is when my parents board the plane to come back home! After four months of being away, they're finally coming home, and not just for two weeks! They're coming home for a whole six months! I can hardly wait!
