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The Fun We Have In Class
Chapter 2
English
"Today class we shall be learning about William Shakespeare!" Everyone in the class groaned.
Trevor from Mackenzie Falls stood on his chair and shouted "Was this the face that launched a
Thousand ships?"
"No you idiot!" Miss Bitterman made a hand gesture for him to sit down "That was Christopher Marlowe!"
Come on even I know that and I'm rubbish at English!
"Yeah, wasn't Shakespeare the whole 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'" Chad asked
"Yes, he was!" I stared at Chad in disbelief.
How does he know Shakespeare? He doesn't even listen in class!
"Yes I know Shakespeare, and I do occasionally listen in class Munroe!"
It's like he can read my thoughts!
"No you're just saying them out loud!" I blushed a deep shade of red
"Anyway," Miss Bitterman interrupted "Can anyone tell me something about Shakespeare?"
Zora put her hand up "He wrote 37 plays and 154 sonnets,"
"Someone needed a girlfriend!" Nico shouted out
"Nico, since you're so keen to share your thoughts why don't you tell us something about Shakespeare?"
"He lived in umm... Stratford?"
"Yes,"
Portlyn put her hand up "Does he still live there? Cause Nico said 'he lived'"
Everyone turned to look at her. Did she really just ask that?
"Yes she did Sonny," Chad turned to look at me. I have got to stop saying my thoughts out loud!
"Yes you have Sonny," Chad said.
"Anyway class, we have a special visitor coming in today." Miss Bitterman spoke in a dull monotone.
"Is it Shakespeare?" Portlyn asked
Everyone turned to look at her again.
"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed "He lives in Stratford, and that would be a long journey to make just for an English lesson!" I raised my eyebrows as if to say 'Really?'
"No!" Miss Bitterman snapped "It's a lecturer from a University, he specialises in Shakespeare and is here to talk to you, enjoy." Just then a man in his mid twenties came through the door and all the girls in the class sat up a little straighter.
"Well, hello everyone. My name is Mr Evans." He smiled and all the girls sighed.
"Hello Mr Evans," The girls chorused. Echoed by a couple of mumbles from the boys.
"Now Shakespeare was famous for his plays and sonnets, he was most famous for his use of rhyme and iambic pentameter ..." This lecture went on and on and on, even I thought it was dragging bit.
Chad had zoned out, so I jabbed him in the arm with something sharp and he was brought back to the classroom.
"Chad are you even listening?" I whispered
"Of course I am!" he whispered back.
"You two at the back!" He pointed at me and Chad, and we looked up "Yes you two, come up to the front please." We did as we were told.
"Now please read from the top of page 65." He handed us the books
"B-but this is Romeo and Juliet," Mr Evans nodded "It's a-a romant-tic play t-though!"
Chad looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up right then and there, he cleared his throat.
"Um, Juliet thou is but the only..." His words became buzzing in the back of my head as I slid my gaze to the bottom of the page where I saw the stage direction (They kiss). It just seemed to jump out more than the others. Mr Evans wouldn't make us do that would he?
Chad's voice snapped me out of my trance.
"Sonny?" He waved his hand in front of my face "Sonny!"
"Yes?"
"Welcome back to the land of the living!" he remarked sarcastically.
Just then the school bell went. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the room. Thank God we didn't have to do that kiss!
I sat in my dressing room for a while debating something, Chad.
When my door opened to reveal the devil himself.
"Chad," I sneered
"Sonny," he said... politely?
"Chad?" I questioned
"Son- we could be at this all day! Look I realised something," he paused for dramatic effect "we never got round to that kiss at the end," My cheeks burned red. He seemed unaffected.
"So I was wondering if..." He leaned closer. Ohmigod. We are gonna kiss! Me and Chad. Chad and me. Well it should be Chad and I. Now is not the time to be thinking about grammar Sonny! Our lips were centimetres, no millimetres away when...
Moo. Moo. Moo! My phone was ringing.
We jumped apart. He was blushing a deep red. And I obviously was, curse my inability to not blush!
After I finish my phone call I turned around to see no one there. There was a note on the table, it read:
To Sonny, sorry had to go to rehearsals. But I can't wait until tomorrow's class ;) Chad.
I blushed even more. If that was even possible.
Tomorrow's class is going to be interesting!
I do love a good dumb person in a class. This is actually based of one of my English lesson where someone did actually ask if Shakespeare still lived in Stratford, I swear my English teacher was about to throw his copy of Midsummer Night's Dream at them!
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