Howdy, y'all. thanx for reviewing the fic. this is actually my first attempt, so please bear with me. newayz, here's chapter two. to those of you whose e-mail ads i can find, i'll get around to thanking you, but my prelims are coming up....
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disclaimer: Lecter ain't mine. the rest of the loonys do exist, and we ain't yankees either. we just have foreign teachers. hope mister Sifter doesn't read this! by the way, the quote on my binder is from Screaming Ferret. check out her lists! :)
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My heart rate must have escalated to a hundred and eighty beats per minute. Beside me, Nicole was opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish, Freddy was staring round-eyed and Clyde was even more monosyllabic than usual.
"OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod…" Nicky was repeating again and again. "We are going to die."
"Shut your trap, Nicky!"
"You shut yours FREDerick! We are fucking screwed!" she hissed.
"Clyde had hidden her face behind a book by Jessica Zafra (a really excellent author, I must add) in the hopes of avoiding the doctor's piercing maroon gaze. I was too busy flatlining to do anything more than grip my desk tightly in the hopes of not falling off.
"Clyde…" I was trying to say something.
"What?!"
"Do you think he remembers us from last night?"
"He is a fictional character. He is not real. This cannot be happening. Are you happy now you loony Lecterphile?! The nut is our fucking sub!"
My classmates continued to chatter away, seemingly oblivious to the fact that there was a mass-murdering cannibal standing in for our teacher.
"Good Morning," all of a sudden, the noise died down as everyone turned to actually look at doctor Fell for the first time. Clyde slunk lower into her chair. Freddy picked up his backpack and bolted out of the room. Doctor Lecter stared at the door a while after he left.
"My, wasn't that rude. Tell me, miss…" Lecter said, looking straight at me.
"Gunner," I squeaked. "Gunner DeLa Vega."
"Ah yes. Well tell me, miss DeLa Vega, Gunner? May I call you that?" I nodded hurriedly. "What do you think bothered that young man so much, hmmm?" he looked into the class record he held in his hand. "Mr. Frederick Sanchez, I believe."
I gulped, knowing full well the reason. "I don't know, sir…"
"You may address me as Doctor Fell. Are you sure, Gunner? Tell me, and don't lie or I'll know."
"Sir, she sure as hell doesn't know!!" It was Clyde. I stared, open-mouthed with shock.
"Really now, Miss…Rodriguez, Bonnie Claire. Why do you say that?"
"Clyde," she bit out.
"Everybody calls me Clyde."
"Okey-dokey then. I suppose you could answer my question."
"Uh…ummm, maybe he had something important to…uh, do?" she finished lamely. By this time the class had grown restless and were beginning to act boisterously. Gulp. Doctor Lecter eats the rude.
As Nicky and I listened in terrified silence, it began to dawn on me that my classmates hadn't a clue as to our new teacher's identity. What am I thinking? They were being noisy. They were being rude! Oh God we are screwed. Great, now I'm starting to rhyme. Snap out of it, Gunner! Think, think, think! How do you get yourself out of this room without dissing a cannibalistic sociopath?
Mercifully the bell chose this time to signal the end of the period. Under other circumstances I would have cringe at the thought of going to Calculus, but right now, no sound on earth could have been sweeter. At the ring of the bell, Clyde immediately picked up her bag without bothering to wait for the Doctor to say so. As my class started to file out, we remained in our seats, trying to convince ourselves that this was not happening.
After a few minutes, we realized that we were the only people left in the room. And that Doctor Lecter was still in there with us. For the first time, I allowed myself to look at him fully. He was dressed in an expensive-looking dark blue suit with matching tie. Loafers perfectly shined, and hair combed neatly. One hip was perched on the desk as he regarded us with thinly veiled amusement. He tipped his head down and smiled at whatever I was clutching in my hands. It was my binder. The front cover said "Homo Sapiens Sapiens: The Other White Meat" underneath a picture of the movie 'Hannibal's' poster. Suddenly, he smiled. It wasn't a psycho smile, but I shivered nonetheless.
"What are you three waiting for? You'll be late for your next class. The would be irresponsible, not to mention rude."
At these words we raced out of the room, colliding at the door, not giving a damn about bruises in our haste to just get out. Until…"Oh, and miss DeLa Vega," I turned around, trembling. "Love your binder," he winked. Jesus. He sounded like he did in the Silence of the Lambs. We ran for our lives.
As we tore through the halls, faster than cannonballs, we didn't care about the odd looks people were giving us. Clyde, cool as fuck Clyde was actually running. Clyde never ran. Not even if she was going to be late for class. She was too cool for that. Neither did princess Nicole. I couldn't care less. While running, I thought about what was happening, mentally cursing myself for imbibing liquor last night. If I had just behaved at the theater, hell, I was behaved! They were the noisy ones! Let THEM get eaten. I couldn't' do that though. Thanks to a liberal amount of alcohol what should've been a dream come true was quickly turning into a nightmare.
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please bear with the cussing. that's just the way we are.... :) as i mentioned before, we ain't yanks, so how's my english?
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disclaimer: Lecter ain't mine. the rest of the loonys do exist, and we ain't yankees either. we just have foreign teachers. hope mister Sifter doesn't read this! by the way, the quote on my binder is from Screaming Ferret. check out her lists! :)
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My heart rate must have escalated to a hundred and eighty beats per minute. Beside me, Nicole was opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish, Freddy was staring round-eyed and Clyde was even more monosyllabic than usual.
"OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod…" Nicky was repeating again and again. "We are going to die."
"Shut your trap, Nicky!"
"You shut yours FREDerick! We are fucking screwed!" she hissed.
"Clyde had hidden her face behind a book by Jessica Zafra (a really excellent author, I must add) in the hopes of avoiding the doctor's piercing maroon gaze. I was too busy flatlining to do anything more than grip my desk tightly in the hopes of not falling off.
"Clyde…" I was trying to say something.
"What?!"
"Do you think he remembers us from last night?"
"He is a fictional character. He is not real. This cannot be happening. Are you happy now you loony Lecterphile?! The nut is our fucking sub!"
My classmates continued to chatter away, seemingly oblivious to the fact that there was a mass-murdering cannibal standing in for our teacher.
"Good Morning," all of a sudden, the noise died down as everyone turned to actually look at doctor Fell for the first time. Clyde slunk lower into her chair. Freddy picked up his backpack and bolted out of the room. Doctor Lecter stared at the door a while after he left.
"My, wasn't that rude. Tell me, miss…" Lecter said, looking straight at me.
"Gunner," I squeaked. "Gunner DeLa Vega."
"Ah yes. Well tell me, miss DeLa Vega, Gunner? May I call you that?" I nodded hurriedly. "What do you think bothered that young man so much, hmmm?" he looked into the class record he held in his hand. "Mr. Frederick Sanchez, I believe."
I gulped, knowing full well the reason. "I don't know, sir…"
"You may address me as Doctor Fell. Are you sure, Gunner? Tell me, and don't lie or I'll know."
"Sir, she sure as hell doesn't know!!" It was Clyde. I stared, open-mouthed with shock.
"Really now, Miss…Rodriguez, Bonnie Claire. Why do you say that?"
"Clyde," she bit out.
"Everybody calls me Clyde."
"Okey-dokey then. I suppose you could answer my question."
"Uh…ummm, maybe he had something important to…uh, do?" she finished lamely. By this time the class had grown restless and were beginning to act boisterously. Gulp. Doctor Lecter eats the rude.
As Nicky and I listened in terrified silence, it began to dawn on me that my classmates hadn't a clue as to our new teacher's identity. What am I thinking? They were being noisy. They were being rude! Oh God we are screwed. Great, now I'm starting to rhyme. Snap out of it, Gunner! Think, think, think! How do you get yourself out of this room without dissing a cannibalistic sociopath?
Mercifully the bell chose this time to signal the end of the period. Under other circumstances I would have cringe at the thought of going to Calculus, but right now, no sound on earth could have been sweeter. At the ring of the bell, Clyde immediately picked up her bag without bothering to wait for the Doctor to say so. As my class started to file out, we remained in our seats, trying to convince ourselves that this was not happening.
After a few minutes, we realized that we were the only people left in the room. And that Doctor Lecter was still in there with us. For the first time, I allowed myself to look at him fully. He was dressed in an expensive-looking dark blue suit with matching tie. Loafers perfectly shined, and hair combed neatly. One hip was perched on the desk as he regarded us with thinly veiled amusement. He tipped his head down and smiled at whatever I was clutching in my hands. It was my binder. The front cover said "Homo Sapiens Sapiens: The Other White Meat" underneath a picture of the movie 'Hannibal's' poster. Suddenly, he smiled. It wasn't a psycho smile, but I shivered nonetheless.
"What are you three waiting for? You'll be late for your next class. The would be irresponsible, not to mention rude."
At these words we raced out of the room, colliding at the door, not giving a damn about bruises in our haste to just get out. Until…"Oh, and miss DeLa Vega," I turned around, trembling. "Love your binder," he winked. Jesus. He sounded like he did in the Silence of the Lambs. We ran for our lives.
As we tore through the halls, faster than cannonballs, we didn't care about the odd looks people were giving us. Clyde, cool as fuck Clyde was actually running. Clyde never ran. Not even if she was going to be late for class. She was too cool for that. Neither did princess Nicole. I couldn't care less. While running, I thought about what was happening, mentally cursing myself for imbibing liquor last night. If I had just behaved at the theater, hell, I was behaved! They were the noisy ones! Let THEM get eaten. I couldn't' do that though. Thanks to a liberal amount of alcohol what should've been a dream come true was quickly turning into a nightmare.
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please bear with the cussing. that's just the way we are.... :) as i mentioned before, we ain't yanks, so how's my english?