In case anyone is reading this and doesn't know or remember the reasoning behind my choosing which classes to update with, I asked reviewers which ones they would rather read, and the ones I wrote were the ones chosen.
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Home Education: Sixth Bell
Antonio clung to the Italian's arm that was sitting to his right. Finally have a class with Lovi~ Alfred was sitting across from Antonio, watching the interaction between the two with a look of great amusement on his face. By the sounds of it, Lovino was muttering curses under his breath directed at Antonio, but, being as happy as he was, Antonio just ignored them.
Alfred tore his gaze away from Antonio and Lovino and glanced around the room. This was the class Arthur got the journal in, right? Their teacher had yet to show up, but she might have had "watch-duty" in the cafeteria the class before this, so Alfred made no complaints. Besides, home education had to cover cooking right? This class was going to be awesome~
"Sorry I'm late!" Miss Summers hurried into the room and dropped a box off on her desk, "I got distracted after my cafeteria duty and…wow this is a small class." She glanced around the room. There were only seven students in the room, "Is this it?"
Lovino raised an eyebrow. Why was she even asking that? Doesn't she have a class roster to compare names to?
Miss Summers picked up a paper off her desk, "…I'm missing quite a few. Well then. Apparently some rumors went around from some of my earlier students and they decided to switch already." Miss Summers clapped her hands together, "Well ignoring that, I'm sure most of you know me from last year, I was teaching World History to you all when you were sophomores."
Alfred nodded in silence. She was a fun teacher to have. And if she was teaching this class, it was going to be even more fun…but still…what kind of rumors would make half the class not show up?
"So I would like to hand out some journals here…oh are you leaving?" Miss Summers looked up as someone hastily made his way towards the exit, "Okay, have fun!" She waved as he shut the door behind him, "Okay, now I'm handing out journals."
Lovino looked over his shoulder at the closed door, "What kind of rumors were these?"
"I didn't hear anything." Antonio blinked, the dazed smile still not leaving his face, "That's odd."
"You three get to choose first! Oh don't take a journal if you don't intend on staying in the class by the way. These journals will be used by you only. I have no intentions of ever collecting them, they are merely for writing down your thoughts in. Such a thing is helpful, I assure you." Miss Summers smiled cheerfully at the now-class of six, placing the box down on the table that Alfred, Antonio, and Lovino were sitting at.
Alfred peered in the box and pulled out one with the American flag on the cover. "Got mine!" Awesome cover~
Antonio finally let go of Lovino's arm and peered into the box, pulling out an emerald colored notebook. It was the first one laying on top anyway, and he didn't feel like digging through the box.
Lovino stood up to look in the box and pulled a notebook out of the bottom. He had seen the tomato print sticking out of the bottom of the stack when he first peered into it. Lovino plopped back down on his stool and glared at Antonio who was now laughing.
"Perfect notebook choice for Lovi~!" Antonio smiled cheerfully.
"Shut it." Lovino snapped, his face reddening.
"Go ahead and write your names inside the cover for those." Miss Summers smiled and skipped over to the other table of three, "And you three, are you picking journals as well?"
Alfred turned and watched as the three at the other table picked out journals.
"I get a class of six this year!" Miss Summers spun back to her desk and plopped the box back on top. "This is the most students I've had in a class." She smiled cheerfully, "Excellent~"
Lovino looked up from writing his name in his notebook and stared at the teacher in disbelief. Six is the most students she's had?
"Uh…what's the least number?" Alfred raised a hand, looking doubtful all of a sudden.
"The least I've had is one. But this year the least I have is two." Miss Summers tilted her head, "That's my second bell class actually."
Alfred blinked and lowered his hand. '…Isn't that Arthur and Gilbert? That's what they said their second class was this morning…'
'What two idiots would stay in a class by themselves?' Lovino just gaped in disbelief. He had finished writing his name, so it's not like he could leave the room now. Besides, Antonio wouldn't let him leave the room anyway (and this was the only class they had together).
"So in the back of the room you will see five kitchen set-ups. Yours is the second to the last on the right side. It's equipped with all appliances we might need for cooking. Since there are six in here, we can do groups of three and alternate who's cooking on what days. Then the other three can…sew." Miss Summers held up needlework and thread with a smile.
Lovino wilted in his seat. Oh great. Now they had to sew, too. Well that was something one would expect from home education.
Antonio watched Miss Summers, debating whether or not to mention he had never sewed before in his life. Cooking was no big deal…sewing on the other hand…well maybe he could get some help from his mom if need be. Antonio latched onto Lovino's arm again and rested his head on the Italian's shoulder, causing the male to go bright red.
'Sewing…Arthur does knitting sometimes right? I can just ask him for help~' Alfred glanced across the table. 'Oh. Lovino's face matches the tomatoes on his notebook.'
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Study Hall- Eighth Bell
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Gilbert used his journal to repeatedly hit himself in the head. Of all the unawesome people to be stuck with in study hall, did it have to be mini-stiff? Seriously? Mattie was awesome. Didn't mind having study hall with him. But why does mini-stiff have to be in here, too?!
Matthew watched Gilbert in concern, tilting his head slightly as Gilbert continued hitting his head with the journal from home education class. He had a journal that was a dark purple sitting on his own desk, but he wasn't tempted to hit himself with it. Then again, it might have had something to do with Gilbert's brother sitting on the opposite side of the room, "Eh…at least he's not sitting over here…"
"If he was sitting over here, I'd already be gone." Gilbert grumbled, holding the notebook against his forehead.
"…are you feeling better now at least?" Matthew asked quietly, attempting to change the subject.
"Ja." Gilbert put the journal back down on his desktop, "I'm just not going to be getting the stupid cold sandwich again."
Matthew laughed, "If it makes you sick that fast, then that would probably be a safe conclusion to reach."
"Oh by the way, what's up with you and Cruz anyway? I haven't seen this many problems between you two since before that unawesome trip we took last year." Gilbert leaned forward curiously.
"Eh. I'm not really sure what is 'up' between us. I think it's just me." Matthew tilted his head slightly, "I haven't changed all that much since last year." 'I don't think I changed at all.'
"Huh…" Gilbert mimicked Matthew and tilted his own head, "Well if you put it that way, I don't think I changed that much either. I'm still not getting along with anyone at home, except for mutti."
Matthew sighed, "I don't think I learned whatever it was I was supposed to last year."
Gilbert burst out laughing, "Well if you didn't, I sure as heck didn't, either. You were in more classes than I was!"
Matthew smiled and leaned on Gilbert's desk, "Maybe I should take this time to set some goals…" He glanced out the window.
"Ja, goals would be good. Except I can't think of any." Gilbert glared at his journal, "I haven't written a thing down in this and I've been carrying it all day."
"Eh, not one sentence?" Matthew blinked.
"Does hands off the book of awesome count?" Gilbert smirked and showed him the front cover.
"…I don't think so. I think it only counts if something is actually on one of the pages…" Matthew laughed anyway.
"Meh." Gilbert closed his journal again and laid his hands down on top of it, "If I write things down in it, there's more of a chance someone's going to read something I don't want them to."
"So just keep it with you?" Matthew tilted his head again.
"…what am I supposed to do, hug it when I'm sleeping?" Gilbert laughed, "No, thank you. I'll just use it as a pillow in study hall."
"Or you can just leave it here." Matthew suggested, "In your locker."
"With my luck that would be the day they organize those stupid locker searches and confiscate it for whatever unawesome reason they can come up with." Gilbert grumbled and leaned back in his chair. How much longer until school let out for the day anyway?
"…locker searches…" Matthew blinked.
"Ja. They did those last year, too." Gilbert looked at him confused, "Didn't you hear about them at all?"
"No." Matthew shook his head, "But suddenly… that would help some things I've been confused about make sense."
Gilbert blinked in confused, "What?"
"Eh…nothing." Matthew reddened.
"Were you hiding something in your locker last year?" Gilbert teased.
"No." Matthew quickly looked out the window again, "Nothing."
"Liar liar~" Gilbert laughed, poking Matthew's shoulder, "You're not even looking in my direction when you say that~"
Matthew brushed Gilbert's hand away and made a face at Gilbert in response, "Oh, you remember Roma from last year right? The counselor with the small class?"
"Unsubtle change of subject, but ja." Gilbert tilted his head, "Why?"
"Did you get the feeling when he was looking at you like he could read your mind and know exactly what you're thinking?" Matthew asked.
"…no. I got the feeling he was a few slices short of a loaf of bread." Gilbert stared at Matthew, "You thought that?"
"Maybe it was just me…" Matthew looked away again, "But in the cafeteria when he was sitting with us…I swear it felt like he was looking right through me…"
"That's creepy, not gonna lie." Gilbert shuddered, "Never got that impression from him, never want to."
"Eh…fortunately I've only seen him once over the summer…" Matthew sighed heavily.
"And let me guess, you hid until he went by you." Gilbert smirked.
Matthew stuck his tongue out at Gilbert, "Shut up."
"That was totally a yes~" Gilbert laughed, "So where did you end up hiding at?"
"I needed to go down that aisle in the grocery store anyway." Matthew defended himself.
"Uh-huh…" Gilbert grinned, "You keep telling yourself that." He patted Matthew on the head.
"I did!" Matthew protested.
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More grammar updates. And translations. Readers could probably figure out what Gilbert and his brothers were saying, but better to have it easy to read.
