High School from HELL-Daniel Ocean
WARNING: I don't own Gundam, but you knew that.
"Relena?"
"Huh?"
"Would you know the answer to the question?"
"Is it twelve?"
"That would have been a good guess.for your algebra class." Everyone else in the second-period chemistry class tittered, making Relena wish that she had a seat farther back. But she had to be directly exposed to the teacher, Mr. Lockwood, and she had already been picked on three times. She had never liked gym, which was next period, but she was now counting down the minutes until it.
"Miss Darlian, how are you ever going to pass the combustion test on Friday if you don't pay attention? You will fail at this rate. At I have seen your grades from the other high school you were at, and from them I could tell your parents would not be happy at an F."
"Mother." Uh, ouch. Her father had died during the war.
"Whatever. Now back to notes, and you should note that."
As soon as Lockwood turned away, Relena's face soured and she looked down at her notebook, at her drawings of Heero, St. Peter and random other sketches. She shut her eyes. "Bastard." She sighed and decided to take her mind off what had happened by adding detail to Heero's head. She breathed in shakily and deeply, and went back to her drawing.
"All right, who would like to play the part of Cassius? It is a big part and is one of the conspirators against Caesar." Mrs. Sami was looking through the English class for volunteers for reading out Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. For a moment, Heero hesitated, not wanting to talk a whole lot. Then again, Duo was Caesar, so taking the sea legs-and any other kind of leg-out from beneath him would be worth it. He rose his hand. "Sounds interesting."
"Okay, so he will be going after Caesar when the time comes. You will probably have some lines today as he is a big character in Act One." Mrs. Sami went on to give out more parts, all of the other ones that would be necessary for the day's reading.
Duo looked back at Heero, appearing hurt. "Hey! I don't want to die!"
Sami replied, "Well then you should not have picked Caesar because he dies pretty quickly in the play. It's like he's there, then he gets all stabbed up." Duo then looked even more hurt, and added some puppy-eyes and turned to the girl sitting next to him. "Do you see what she does to me?" he tried to say, but it came out as a sort of whine.
She was not impressed.
"Okay," said the teacher. "We have to see Flavius and Marcellus up here, and some commoners too-a carpenter, and a cobbler and a few others. We need some people to do that too."
As the teacher said this and picked out the minor characters, Duo looked back at Heero. He was already examining the text, looking for what he had to say and when. "Yeah, ignore me," Duo said, not giving himself a reason why he should be so popular. He turned his eyes up, waiting for the cheap amateur theater to open up in front of him.
Wufei as acting as he usually did, as if he had a live scorpion in his pants, and the teacher in the Global studies class was not amused. It has not a display that could be an ad for recruiting new teachers. Wufei, in fact, was rapidly getting so out of line that it could have been an ad for birth control.
If you sleep around, the affect may not be felt today.but maybe sixteen years from now.
Mr. Golding had begun to get a facial tic. "All right, Wufei, please sit down. This discussion is not relevant today. Maybe some other time. You are disrupting the whole class."
He has standing with both hands on his desk, leaning over hard. "This is an insult! I demand to see a guidance counselor right now." He was not very approving of guidance counselors-"only the kids who want something to whine to go to them"-but he was quickly finding the good in them. He was thinking of it as a career choice at this point.
The specific location of the point was the Exploration Age, in the European part of World History. Wufei did not appreciate how the "invaders", as he called the settlers, being glorified as they put colonies and their own cities in China.
"I will not tolerate weakling onna invaders being celebrated in front of me!"
"Listen. If you do not shut up and get back into your seat, I will see to it that you are escorted out to the office. We can have a debate about it if you feel so strongly about it, but only if you sit back down."
"Never!"
Golding saw a hall monitor walk right by the door. "Excuse me, I need to get a problem student out of here and in the office. I will send him off with a yellow card." That specifically would get Wufei sent off to in- school suspension, though only a couple of days, since he was a first time offender.
The hall monitor came on in, saying, "C'mon, let's go."
"I am not going anywhere." Wufei did sit, but only to fold his arms across his chest and look defiant. I would like to see you remove me."
"No, you don't"
"I do."
"All right." The rather diminutive Chinese had the hall monitor walk up to him and pick him up by the armpits.
"What are you doing? You shall pay!"
"Yeah, yeah." He took Wufei over to the teacher's desk, where Golding had a yellow card in the waiting. The hall monitor took the card-really a yellow slip of paper-in his teeth, and that is how he proceeded to the main office, with Wufei screaming and yelling dangling from his arms and with the yellow card in the incisors.
WARNING: I don't own Gundam, but you knew that.
"Relena?"
"Huh?"
"Would you know the answer to the question?"
"Is it twelve?"
"That would have been a good guess.for your algebra class." Everyone else in the second-period chemistry class tittered, making Relena wish that she had a seat farther back. But she had to be directly exposed to the teacher, Mr. Lockwood, and she had already been picked on three times. She had never liked gym, which was next period, but she was now counting down the minutes until it.
"Miss Darlian, how are you ever going to pass the combustion test on Friday if you don't pay attention? You will fail at this rate. At I have seen your grades from the other high school you were at, and from them I could tell your parents would not be happy at an F."
"Mother." Uh, ouch. Her father had died during the war.
"Whatever. Now back to notes, and you should note that."
As soon as Lockwood turned away, Relena's face soured and she looked down at her notebook, at her drawings of Heero, St. Peter and random other sketches. She shut her eyes. "Bastard." She sighed and decided to take her mind off what had happened by adding detail to Heero's head. She breathed in shakily and deeply, and went back to her drawing.
"All right, who would like to play the part of Cassius? It is a big part and is one of the conspirators against Caesar." Mrs. Sami was looking through the English class for volunteers for reading out Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. For a moment, Heero hesitated, not wanting to talk a whole lot. Then again, Duo was Caesar, so taking the sea legs-and any other kind of leg-out from beneath him would be worth it. He rose his hand. "Sounds interesting."
"Okay, so he will be going after Caesar when the time comes. You will probably have some lines today as he is a big character in Act One." Mrs. Sami went on to give out more parts, all of the other ones that would be necessary for the day's reading.
Duo looked back at Heero, appearing hurt. "Hey! I don't want to die!"
Sami replied, "Well then you should not have picked Caesar because he dies pretty quickly in the play. It's like he's there, then he gets all stabbed up." Duo then looked even more hurt, and added some puppy-eyes and turned to the girl sitting next to him. "Do you see what she does to me?" he tried to say, but it came out as a sort of whine.
She was not impressed.
"Okay," said the teacher. "We have to see Flavius and Marcellus up here, and some commoners too-a carpenter, and a cobbler and a few others. We need some people to do that too."
As the teacher said this and picked out the minor characters, Duo looked back at Heero. He was already examining the text, looking for what he had to say and when. "Yeah, ignore me," Duo said, not giving himself a reason why he should be so popular. He turned his eyes up, waiting for the cheap amateur theater to open up in front of him.
Wufei as acting as he usually did, as if he had a live scorpion in his pants, and the teacher in the Global studies class was not amused. It has not a display that could be an ad for recruiting new teachers. Wufei, in fact, was rapidly getting so out of line that it could have been an ad for birth control.
If you sleep around, the affect may not be felt today.but maybe sixteen years from now.
Mr. Golding had begun to get a facial tic. "All right, Wufei, please sit down. This discussion is not relevant today. Maybe some other time. You are disrupting the whole class."
He has standing with both hands on his desk, leaning over hard. "This is an insult! I demand to see a guidance counselor right now." He was not very approving of guidance counselors-"only the kids who want something to whine to go to them"-but he was quickly finding the good in them. He was thinking of it as a career choice at this point.
The specific location of the point was the Exploration Age, in the European part of World History. Wufei did not appreciate how the "invaders", as he called the settlers, being glorified as they put colonies and their own cities in China.
"I will not tolerate weakling onna invaders being celebrated in front of me!"
"Listen. If you do not shut up and get back into your seat, I will see to it that you are escorted out to the office. We can have a debate about it if you feel so strongly about it, but only if you sit back down."
"Never!"
Golding saw a hall monitor walk right by the door. "Excuse me, I need to get a problem student out of here and in the office. I will send him off with a yellow card." That specifically would get Wufei sent off to in- school suspension, though only a couple of days, since he was a first time offender.
The hall monitor came on in, saying, "C'mon, let's go."
"I am not going anywhere." Wufei did sit, but only to fold his arms across his chest and look defiant. I would like to see you remove me."
"No, you don't"
"I do."
"All right." The rather diminutive Chinese had the hall monitor walk up to him and pick him up by the armpits.
"What are you doing? You shall pay!"
"Yeah, yeah." He took Wufei over to the teacher's desk, where Golding had a yellow card in the waiting. The hall monitor took the card-really a yellow slip of paper-in his teeth, and that is how he proceeded to the main office, with Wufei screaming and yelling dangling from his arms and with the yellow card in the incisors.