Okay, third chapter of my crossover. Hope you all are enjoying this story! I know the chapters are kind of short, but that's how I wanted them to be. Here is the third chapter of this story of mine.
Chapter Three: Mr. Doyle
Wednesday morning Esme sneaked into the school building before school started. The main doors were locked, but she knew of a side door that would be open. She cautiously looked around, then walked boldly towards Mr. Doyle's room was if she had every right to be there.
Her school was once what was known as an "open school." There were no walls between the classrooms. But, in the last few years, the administration had done their best to "close" it.
Large wooden bookcases new separated one room from another. The door to Mr. Doyle's room was a yellow curtain hung between two metal closets. Esme pushed through.
Mr. Doyle wasn't there. She knew he wouldn't' be. Be was sitting at a table in the teachers lounge drinking coffee and talking to the other teachers. That's where he was every morning. She sometimes fantized about sitting there with him, talking about interesting and important topics. She thought it sounded very romantic.
In the upper-right hand corner of the blackboard was the word DICTONARY. Esme felt a pang of terror as she looked at that word. It was the most feared word in Mr. Doyle's class.
She picked up a piece of chalk and wrote in big letters in the center of the board:
PIGS RULE!
She set down the chalk, then walked back through the school and out the side door. Safe outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Someone tapped her on her shoulder.
She spun around.
"Oink, oink." Said Carlisle.
She forced a smile.
Sure, Carlisle was cute, but he was sometimes annoying, in Esme's opinion. He was a boy in her class. Ever since she started wearing the cap, Carlisle said "oink, oink" every time he saw her.
She wondered if he had seen her coming out of the building. She decided it didn't matter. Carlisle wouldn't' tell on her. He never told on anyone, although everyone was always telling on him.
Carlisle had copied more dictionary pages than anybody else in Mr. Doyle's class. That was Mr. Doyle's unique way of punishment. When kids got in trouble they had to copy a page out of the dictionary. They had to copy everything on the page, including the Latin origins and all the pronunciation symbols.
Esme hated the little upside-down e's the worst. She had copied five pages over the year. She figured Carlisle had probably copied a whole dictionary by now.
"Oink, oink," he said again.
She turned and walked away. Her hair swished behind her, just missing his face.
Alice and Rosalie came across the blacktop. They raised their fists to their noses. Esme returned the salute.
They tried to decide whom else to ask to join Pig City. They finally settled on Kate because she was smart. The problem was how to ask her while still keeping the club a secret.
Esme didn't tell them about her message on the board. She wanted it a surprise.
When the bell rang, they lined up and marched into class. Esme heard everybody in front of her laugh at PIGS RULE! She laughed, too. If she hadn't, Mr. Doyle would have known she was the one who had written it. That was why he hadn't erased it yet. She knew how his mind worked. He wanted to see who didn't laugh.
You have to get up pretty early in the morning to outsmart me, Mr. Doyle, she thought.
He would have to get up very early if he wanted to get up before Esme. Her alarm went off at 5:43. It took her an hour just to shampoo, comb, brush, and blow dry to her hair.
"Esme, will you come up here, please," said Mr. Doyle.
She stood up, lifted her cap, shook her hair back, and put the cap back on. She walked confidently to his desk.
"Do you know anything about this?" he asked.
She had to be careful not to tell a lie. She read aloud from the blackboard. "Pigs…Rule… what about it?"
"Why don't you tell me?" said Mr. Doyle.
Esme took off her cap and carefully studied the front of it. Then she looked at the board. "My hat doesn't say Pigs Rule, it says Pig City" she brushed her hair off her face and put the cap back on.
He stared at her.
She smiled innocently back at him.
"Do you know who wrote it?" he asked.
"It couldn't have been a pig," Esme said, "Pigs can't write."
"No, but sixth-grade girls can." He said.
"I know," said Esme. "We learned how to print in the first grade."
He told her to go back to her seat.
She turned around, swishing her hand behind her. She smiled at Rosalie and Alice. They were obviously impressed. She raised to fist to her nose, then quickly lowered it. They did the same.
Her desk was on one side of the room, Rosalie's was on the other side, and Alice was in the middle at the front. Mr. Doyle had learned at the beginning of the year to keep the three girls separated.
"Jenny, will you erase the board, please," said Mr. Doyle.
Esme felt a little jealous as she watched Jenny erase the board. Jenny sat at the desk closest to Mr. Doyle's and was always doing things for him. She was the teacher's pet. She was the only person in the class who hadn't copied a dictionary page.
I wouldn't want to be a teacher's pet anyway, thought Esme. That's sickening. I can be in love with him without having to be his pet.
She put her hands behind her head, leaned back, and smiled contentedly.
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