Chapter 2: I get back at Joren. Ha!
Author: Raen
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce owns Kel, Neal, Faleron, Joren, Merric, Owen. We
don't own anything else apart from the plot.
I hung up. Sarah would be a little surprised, but heck. Then Joren spoke. "So?"
Me: So what? Joren: Well, when you were running out of the class to make you're phone call, you may not have heard your teacher. Me: Fine, so you did. Tell me, what did she say? Joren: If you really didn't hear, you're supposed to show me around the school. Right now, might I add. Me: *blank stare* Joren: Well? It's not my choice, you being 2 years younger, but what else can I do?
I didn't want to believe it. Me, saddled with Joren the *censored* for the whole recess? How was I going to play football with the Sec 1's while showing him around? Still, he seemed pretty civil. At least he had manners. I relented. But not very much. Being too lazy to walk round, I gave him a walkthrough. Ha.
"Ok. so this is the canteen, where we have our meals, as you may have noticed. Um, if you turn out and go left, you'll pass by the general office. Then the staircase ahead leads to the classes. The staircase over there also leads to the classes, but it goes all the way up to level six. The other one only goes to level four. You know where the hall is, and the library block is over there. Oh, and that block is where my class will be going after recess, as the home economic classes are held there. If I'm not mistaken, we're cooking some desert today. I don't think you brought an apron, so you may have to borrow one from the teacher. Believe me, she's fat. Very. Well, that's about it. Any questions?"
Over time, and with practice, I was able to speak very fast. At least when I was explaining what had happened to my homework. So, just to see how he reacted, I did that at hyper speed. Certainly not as fast as some of my classmates, but fast enough. And I did slow down on the part about home economics.
Joren blanched. He didn't look particularly happy, but then, I couldn't blame him. He tried to change the subject. "When I came into the class, I noticed you put something under your desk. What was that?"
Hopping to catch me unaware? We'll see.
"That? That was a book of mine, written by Tamora Pierce. Have you heard of her? She's really good. That was the last book in a quartet, Lady Knight. The series is about a girl called Keladry, also the name of your friend. She becomes a knight, therefore the title. Oh, she had this enemy, called Joren, which also happens to be your name. Strange, isn't it?"
Of course, I was smirking.
"Pity he dies a terrible death in the chamber of the ordeal, though. If you go to this site on the web, 'fanfiction.net' if I recall, and check out the Tamora Pierce sections, you'll see a lot of stories in which Joren isn't dead, becomes a knight, and falls in love with Kel. Some of them are really good. You ought to check it out, you know."
The colour was drained, or in the process of being drained from Joren's face. I was still smirking madly. This was too much fun.
"There's even something about talk shows in which Joren is asked questions. I particularly like one in which he wears a green emerald dress. Would you like me to tell you the title?"
The question hung in the air.
Then Joren ran.
I laughed for a long time after that. I wondered if Joren would still be in my group in home economics. Suddenly I felt like I was going to have fun after all. Grinning madly, I ran to join my friends in a game of football.
I hung up. Sarah would be a little surprised, but heck. Then Joren spoke. "So?"
Me: So what? Joren: Well, when you were running out of the class to make you're phone call, you may not have heard your teacher. Me: Fine, so you did. Tell me, what did she say? Joren: If you really didn't hear, you're supposed to show me around the school. Right now, might I add. Me: *blank stare* Joren: Well? It's not my choice, you being 2 years younger, but what else can I do?
I didn't want to believe it. Me, saddled with Joren the *censored* for the whole recess? How was I going to play football with the Sec 1's while showing him around? Still, he seemed pretty civil. At least he had manners. I relented. But not very much. Being too lazy to walk round, I gave him a walkthrough. Ha.
"Ok. so this is the canteen, where we have our meals, as you may have noticed. Um, if you turn out and go left, you'll pass by the general office. Then the staircase ahead leads to the classes. The staircase over there also leads to the classes, but it goes all the way up to level six. The other one only goes to level four. You know where the hall is, and the library block is over there. Oh, and that block is where my class will be going after recess, as the home economic classes are held there. If I'm not mistaken, we're cooking some desert today. I don't think you brought an apron, so you may have to borrow one from the teacher. Believe me, she's fat. Very. Well, that's about it. Any questions?"
Over time, and with practice, I was able to speak very fast. At least when I was explaining what had happened to my homework. So, just to see how he reacted, I did that at hyper speed. Certainly not as fast as some of my classmates, but fast enough. And I did slow down on the part about home economics.
Joren blanched. He didn't look particularly happy, but then, I couldn't blame him. He tried to change the subject. "When I came into the class, I noticed you put something under your desk. What was that?"
Hopping to catch me unaware? We'll see.
"That? That was a book of mine, written by Tamora Pierce. Have you heard of her? She's really good. That was the last book in a quartet, Lady Knight. The series is about a girl called Keladry, also the name of your friend. She becomes a knight, therefore the title. Oh, she had this enemy, called Joren, which also happens to be your name. Strange, isn't it?"
Of course, I was smirking.
"Pity he dies a terrible death in the chamber of the ordeal, though. If you go to this site on the web, 'fanfiction.net' if I recall, and check out the Tamora Pierce sections, you'll see a lot of stories in which Joren isn't dead, becomes a knight, and falls in love with Kel. Some of them are really good. You ought to check it out, you know."
The colour was drained, or in the process of being drained from Joren's face. I was still smirking madly. This was too much fun.
"There's even something about talk shows in which Joren is asked questions. I particularly like one in which he wears a green emerald dress. Would you like me to tell you the title?"
The question hung in the air.
Then Joren ran.
I laughed for a long time after that. I wondered if Joren would still be in my group in home economics. Suddenly I felt like I was going to have fun after all. Grinning madly, I ran to join my friends in a game of football.