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Too late for this shit.
Sorry.
Lets go.
All throughout the class, dad kept rambling on about different things. Some corresponded with the lesson he was supposed to be teaching, the others were about space. He talked about the stars, and how humans were insignificant, yet so important in our people stared at him strangely because of that.
"..And have you ever thought that you were just- so unimportant, that you just wanted to give up on life? No, humans are brilliant, I tell you! Imagine this; one day we will spread upon the stars, so far away from our plant and just-explore. I find that fascinating, don't you? Well, maybe you don't, and just think I'm a loony man with big hair! Anyway- um, what was I teaching again?"
He had gotten so caught up in his fantasies, he forgot that he was teaching. Now he just sat on his desk, a confused look upon his features. Some of the kids around me started whispering, spreading different gossip. I couldn't help but bury my head in my hands as I heard their whispers.
"Why is he so weird?"
"What is up with him?"
"Ouran hired him?"
"No way! Has to be a mistake, right?"
"Why does he keep saying 'humans'? He acts as though he isn't one of us!"
"He probably belongs in a loony bin!"
I inwardly sighed. Of course the would think dad was weird. I would too, if we weren't related.
"I remember now! Physics! Phys-ics! Can anyone tell me what physics would mean?" Dad caught his train of thought, and smiled hopefully to the class. Noone raised their hand. "C'mon! It's not rocket science!" He frowned now, scrunching his face. Still, noone raised their hand. Lightly sighing, he opened the attendance sheet on his desk, and began to skim through it.
"Um... Haruhi! Why don't you tell me what physics would mean?" He smiled at me hopefully. My eyes widened lightly, and his smile widened even more. Standing up, I started to recite from memory.
"Physics is one of the oldest academic disciplines, perhaps the oldest through its inclusion of astronomy. Over the last two millennium, physics was a part of natural philosophy along with chemistry, certain branches of mathematics, and biology, but during the Scientific Revolution in the 17th century, the natural sciences emerged as unique research programs in their own right. Physics intersects with many interdisciplinary areas of research, such as biophysics and quantum chemistry, and the boundaries of physics are not rigidly defined. New ideas in physics often explain the fundamental mechanisms of other sciences while opening new avenues of research in areas such as mathematics and philosophy."
As I sat down,many people looked at me in both wonder and curiosity. Dad just clapped his hands happily, smiling the whole time.
"Good job! That was fantastic!" He chuckled lightly at a secret joke, before he continued talking about physics, and how the class may work from now on. Honestly, I just droned him out. I only came back to my senses when Kaoru poked my arm.
Turning to my right, I whispered to the ginger twin. "What?"
"How did you know all that?" He whispered back. For once, both twins were not conversing with me at the same time, but that was mostly because Hikaru had fallen asleep in his boredom.
"I'm clever," I answered, shrugging. "I've always been clever, why are you acting so surprised?" I let some of my time-lord pride into the conversation, but not enough to be noticed. Kaoru looked at me funnily though.
"O-kay?" He splited the word in the middle, and raised an eyebrow at me. I had to use my willpower to not roll my eyes. While I do like the host club members, they sometimes acted like I was so different. Which I was...they don't know that.. I don't think?
The bell gave a loud shrill ring, signaling the end of class. All of the kids immediately stood up, and started shuffling out of the room. The only exception being me and the twins. Kaoru had to wake up Hikaru, but once the older twin was awake, the both left, leaving for their next class. I still stayed behind.
"Haruhi, something wrong?" Dad asked, sitting at his desk, shuffling through some documents. I rolled my eyes.
"You already know what's wrong!" I snapped, scowling. Dad didn't even seemed fazed, in fact, he started writing on a piece of paper.
"Oh, how is Ryoji? I haven't talked to him in forever!" He avoided my statement, and finished writing. He was acting slightly strange.
"He's fine. Now why are you here?" I asked, crossing my arms. Dad mocked hurt.
"Can't I just pop in to see the little scholar?" He asked, pouting. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"You never did before, so what happened?" He sighed sadly, and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. It had a different design now. It looked weird.
"Got a signal from the sonic. Strangely; it was a distress signal, came here to figure out who sent it. Since, well, I knew it couldn't be you. Your to independent for that." He held out the screwdriver for me to see. The whiring sound making a small telepathic message in my head;
Help me. Please. Help us.
"Thats... odd.." My voice faded. The voice sounded girly, but at the same time, it sounded masculine. I felt as though I heard that voice before...
"I know, right? So here I am, trying to help whoever it is!" He placed the screwdriver back in his pocket, and frowned at me.
"You could have the wrong coordinates, noone in the school is an alien!"
"No,no,no! I'm never wrong... most of the time. Whatever! it was at this school that the distress signal originated from!"
"But noone here is alien."
"You don't know that!"
"I know it well enough from observing."
"Fine! Be like that!" Dad pouted childishly. "But,Haruhi Fujioka, I will tell you this; your ten minutes late until your next class." My eyes widened.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" I look twords the clock, to see what he said was true.
"Eh, you should know! Anyway, I have a free period, now hurry up, before the suspend you!" He held up the paper from ,which he wrote on earlier ,twords me. "Here!" He now used his arms to do a shooing motion. I snatched the paper, geabbed my book bag, and bolted from the classroom
"Bye,dad!" I yelled over my shoulder, not waiting for an answer.
Of course I would be late! I am a Lord of Time, and I cant even live up to my name! This is such- And I proceed to cuss in my original language, that I have to censor.
I like waffles
I like pancakes
What is love?
What is life?
Shrek.
Quick question, guys. For his assistant; do you want it to be Donna Noble, or Martha Jones?
Honestly, I like both, and these two get tons of under-credit for their assisting. I don't like it. Sooo~! First person to get five votes win, ok?
I will not count guest votes, since it could be the same person, got it?
