My school doesn't have a home ec class and I probably might not get it right, but that doesn't stop a future mentor.
Power Rangers belong to Saban. I only own my ocs.
The first day of school as the home economics teacher
"Class, this is the newest home economics teacher, Mr. Valor Fitz," said the principal.
The sixth grade class looked at Valor as if he was an alien. They all thought Mrs. Goodman was going to be the home economics teacher, not an ex-CEO who applied for the job. They didn't even think he was capable of doing it. And Valor could see it in their faces. He had done the same to his science teacher, Mr. Marz, when he was new.
"I know you guys had believe Mrs. Goodman was going to be the teacher, but since her husband's operation, she decided to retire from teaching to make sure everything will be fine while he's recovering. So please be gentle with Mr. Fitz."
"Yes, ma'am," sighed the class.
The principal left Valor to his class. They bore their unhappy eyes to him, and Valor just smiled. Then they gave out a sneering glare. Valor kept smiling. Lastly, the class threw pencils and paper at his face. Valor snatched all the pencils with lightning fast response and fanned away the papers with his suitcase. It earned a gasp from them. They were quite surprised that he caught the pencils with one hand and not had any paper hit him.
"Were all of you surprised?" he asked.
They nodded.
"Don't be, Mrs. Goodman would tell you that I was the best at deflecting any materials thrown at me."
"Why?" asked Alan Young.
"Because I went to Martial Arts Camp. And was the second best black belt fighter."
"Who's first?" Halcyon Warren asked.
"A very scary girl named Lauren. Just take my word for it."
The class laughed, but when they saw how serious he was, they stopped. Soon hands went up. They wanted to know more about him.
"Yes, you on the middle row with the magenta shirt."
"I'm Darin Fitzpatrick. How come you became our home ec teacher?"
"Well, I was picking jobs and I loved Mrs. Goodman home economics, so I was finding home ec jobs and there it was. Her job was opened. So I called her to ask if I could take over. She just said 'take it, I know you'll do well', and I called in to apply."
"Did you say something to Mr. Goodman?" Avery Wells asked.
"'Mr. Goodman, please get better soon, your cookies kept our class alive during the winter.' Those cookies did keep us alive. We had a blizzard locking us in this very room and Mr. Goodman just made a hundred or so cookies, we just ate them until our parents got us."
"Did you really graduate class at seventeen?" Erik Dale asked.
"Yes, I did. I know you guys have more questions but we have to do home ec. So last one."
A young girl on the back row raised her hand. Valor picked her.
"Why did they kick you out of your own company?" she said.
Valor blinked and glanced at the floor. "Justin Eddiston thought my parents' untimely deaths might affect the CEO, meaning me, to lose what was important. He made the decision to boot me off. I did not have a say in it."
The whole class glanced at him to see if he was okay. When Valor lift up his head he told them to not pity him and get the class going. They were about to learn how keep food fresh and safe when a blackout happens.
By the end of two month, Valor had earned their respect as a teacher. They learned many ways to save food and money under his tutelage, and had the upper classes fighting over him as their class sponsor for next year. Three more months he was asked to go outside by Rebecca Miles.
"Why?"
"Just do it!" Nathaniel, her brother cried.
He got outside of the school and into the snow filled ground. Suddenly, a hoard of snowballs attacked him. He had to dive next to some bushes to save himself from more attacks. Valor knew what was going on. Selene's and Tearer's class of 2011 had done this before to Mr. Derry, the 2005 new coach, and he had done this to Mr. Marz. It was the snowball sign of acceptance. Valor was now a part of the class of 2020. His quick wit and knowledge of arts and crafts help him and the class better understand each other, and being young enough to know the class's lingo didn't hurt. They did give him some old man jokes though.
"Kids, stop that snowball throwing!" the principal cried. "I can barely see Mr. Fitz in all of these snow covered pavement. And he wore gray today!"
The class reluctantly done so, and Valor got out of the bushes.
"Thanks for telling me that I'm now accepted. I prefer buckets of snow instead since I can't make a snowball."
The class laughed their snow covered hands off, and some went out to drag Valor back to class. Georgia Wilmer had filmed the whole scene. Seven boys, and Rogue Terrence, had carried Valor on his back and yelled "He's ours!" to the whole school. When they got back to the room, Valor told them since they accepted him, he should tell them something that's been eating him alive, and was going to showed them his secret in the spring. Blame the softball girls and baseball boys he said.
Come in spring, most of the school were at a ballgame and Valor told and showed his class his secret. Elysium, the former war-waging princess.
"I know you might want to hurt me for my ex's family almost destroying the world and for having a conquering family of my own, but I'm not like him or them. I had enough of fighting."
"So you did go to war!" Liam Walker cried.
"Yes, but so did my mother when she was pregnant with my younger sister. My mother, Queen Rania, did not want to go to war. 'I am pregnant with an heir!' was her exact words."
"So in your family you don't have a say in not going to war?" Lola Davis asked.
"No, and so was my ex's. His father didn't want a soft son after losing two sons due to unknown circumstances. I think that's why he broke our engagement, he told me after I quit fighting that he doesn't want a pacifistic wife."
"Does that mean you're doomed?" Roland Meller asked. "Sorry to ask, but this sounds like a marriage alliance."
"Yes, and it was a marriage alliance. Also, if any of you tell this to the cops, and they tell the government about me, and I have to stop an alien invasion, don't. You might accidentally cause my family to come here, and I can't save you. No wedding, no protection."
"Yeah, please don't," Valor said. "If Elysium is correct, we can't save our lives. And Power Rangers can't just come here, they have their own lives."
The class agreed to keep her a secret, they did not want a war to come to Miani. The two sighed in relief to have a good class, and the class started laughing. Valor didn't question anything. They spent the whole day making galaxy cakes and having Elysium testing them for sweetness.
By the end of the school year. The staff agreed to have Valor as the class of 2020's sponsor. There was party at the Fitz home that afternoon. Every class of 2020 students and the Fitzs had fun, even Elysium who had to stay inside Valor's room. Thank goodness he picked the one with the French windows, she could see Valor and Van smiling a laughing with the parents of the students. From what had happened to him, Elysium was glad he could move on from his tragedy.
The first few days with him made her feel jumpy.
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