Classes

Third Person POV

Flash, er, Wally, as he was known then, never liked school. Sure, he did well; passing all of his classes with (sometimes literally) flying colors. With his ADHD, he mostly found sitting in the wooden graphitized and gum stuck desk all day to be pretty boring. So gradually he became the class clown. He'd shoot paper airplanes and spitballs, and he was a nightmare for substitutes. But everyone loved him anyway.

Never the less, he was relieved when he finally graduated high school, and later college. (Everyone else was as well.) He never thought he'd be back sitting in a classroom for two hours every Wednesday night. Worse yet, everyone in said classroom were girls. Except him.

The classroom wasn't your average one. Instead of desks, they had couches and bean bags. A projector replaced the cursed blackboard, and instead of the dull white of normal classroom walls, these were painted dark orange with blue spots ranging in size and shade. Lava lamps filled the spaces on top of blue plastic tables, and orange shag rug carpeting crawled all over the floor.

Likewise, the teacher, (if you could call her that) looked more like a fortune teller than a Girl's Depression and Addiction Recovery for Important Ladies* instructor.

"Good afternoon young females. Today we have a new Parent/Guardian with us. We all want him to feel comfortable, so say hello!"

And miraculously everyone smiled and said 'hello'-even Jessy.

"Now Jessy, please introduce your Guardian."

"Okay Ms. Cornelle," Jessy stood up from her position on the other side of the burgundy colored vintage couch, "this is Wally. He likes long walks on the beach, fudge sundaes, playing basketball, and chick flicks. He is twenty four years old, six five, blood type A+, and weighing a total of one hundred and sixty nine pounds."

After her little speech she sat down abruptly. Everyone clapped, a few hoots were even heard.

"Thank you, Miss Robertson. Now, that we all know our new guest, it's time for the 'Circle of Sharing'!"

Ms. Cornelle and the girls sat in a rather ovalish circle and joined hands. Jessy motioned impatiently for Wally to join them.

Flash's POV

No way. No freakin way. A 'Circle of sharing?' You have got to be kidding me. And what was more surprising is that Jessy, the normally 'I don't go by the rules' girl was actually playing along! And she seemed to be eager for it to start. Was there ever going to be an end to the mysterious mood swings of a hormonal female teenager? It seemed not.

I'm on duty. I'm on duty. This is an assignment. Do it, Wally. Reassuring myself in my head wasn't going very well.

Omniscient Third Person POV

Two hours later, they were still sitting in the circle expressing their feelings. It was enough to drive Flash, er, Wally insane. They told eachother everything they had been feeling since last Wednesday. Which is more than it sounds.

Wally's POV…. Again….

Who knew girls could feel so much? I thought, pinching the bridge of my nose and sighing.

"I feel that Wally isn't enjoying our 'Circle of Sharing'. That makes me sad. Why doesn't Wally share his feelings?" Jessy finished up and looked at me expectantly.

She was so going to pay for this later.

"Well, Miss Robertson, I think that is a wonderful idea!" Ms Cornelle, who I'd nicknamed Miss Sunny never Cloudy Personality, gushed. "Mr. West, proceed to share your emotions! Don't worry about saying something wrong! Just say the first thing that comes to your mind! It'll be WONDERFUL!" She completed this little burst of energy with clamping her hand over her mouth and saying, "oops. There I go again. Running my mouth, like always, I'm sorry girls."

In unison, the girls recited, "we forgive you Ms. Cornelle. We know how hard it is to resist your temptations. Just be yourself. We love you!"

W-O-W. With a capital W. It seems this Ms. Cornelle had these girls trained better than Imperial Palace Guards. Impressive. Maybe there was more to this 'Miss Personality' than I had originally thought.

"So proceed, Mr. West! Let us all know how you feel!"

Sigh. It least Ms. Cornelle wasn't bad looking. Since I had to deal with this every Wednesday night, it least I wasn't stuck with a finger slapping gum hating quiet loving old lady. I had too many of those in Grade school. But, even with this teacher, it ws going to be a long night.

AN: Yes, I promise all of this has a point. I'm getting there, eventually….. Sorry for the lateness, I was….lazy… and busy…. But mostly lazy. ;)

Review please. It gets the chapters out faster, I promise.

* This is basically a class for Diplomat and Presidents' daughters. AKA a class for spoiled, bratty, but important girls. Also, it so happens that all of these girls have an unhealthy addiction. Like cigarettes, alcohol, drugs… You'll learn what Jessy's is later… It's a valuable plot point… I promise!