Taking Chances, Learning To Love--Chapter Three
**Thanks for the reviews! Keep Reviewing, Please!**
Russ was just about to get to teaching a lesson on verbs when two kids came crashing through the door. The only ones absent were Alley and Cole Taylor, so he could only assume it was them. "Are we real late?" Alley asked breathlessy. "No, you're early, Taylor," Andrew Coggins answered her.
"Shove it, Coggins!" Alley snapped. Russ looked at the girl and her brother. He was quiet, and looked as if he let Alley do all the talking.
"Yeah, you're late. You got an excuse?"
"Yeah." Alley answered, shoving a pink slip towards him. As she was walking to her desk and kicked Andrew in the shin. Cole walked on, with his head down.
"Well, Cole and Alley, I'm Russ, or if you prefer I guess Mr. Granger. We were just about to start on verbs." Russ explained.
"Congradulate the genius!" Jonathon exclaimed, earning laughs that made his annoying little sneer just spread. "Oh, wonderful example, Jonathon. Can you tell me the verb in that sentance?"
"Huh? What sentance?" he asked. "In 'Congradulate the Genius'. That IS what you said, right?" Russ asked, like he didn't really know.
Jonathon nodded slowly. "Well, since you know so much about verbs that you think it's alright to interupt the teacher, you should be able to tell me the verb in that kindegarten sentence. C'mon." Russ urged.
A few of the kids snickered and "oooooooh"'ed at Jonathon. "Shut up!" he snapped. "I don't know the verb," he then admitted.
"Okay, then can you let me teach the class?" Russ suggested sarcastically. "Be my guest." Jonathon mumbled.
Russ noticed Cole with his head down, staring out a window with his arms and head wrapped in his jacket.
"Cole?"
"What?" was his muffled answer.
"Can you tell me what a verb is?"
"Yeah."
Russ paused for a minute.
"What is it, then?"
"Something that shows action."
"What's the verb in the sentence, 'Congradulate the Genius'?"
"Congradulate."
"Thanks, and please put your head up."
Cole did, and Russ looked into his eyes. They were the same eyes that he often would have-the troubled, angry eyes that he bore holes into people with, so they'd get off his back.
Russ looked down at his assignment book. "Wyatt, please pass out the writer's craft books." he said bitterly.
**Thanks for the reviews! Keep Reviewing, Please!**
Russ was just about to get to teaching a lesson on verbs when two kids came crashing through the door. The only ones absent were Alley and Cole Taylor, so he could only assume it was them. "Are we real late?" Alley asked breathlessy. "No, you're early, Taylor," Andrew Coggins answered her.
"Shove it, Coggins!" Alley snapped. Russ looked at the girl and her brother. He was quiet, and looked as if he let Alley do all the talking.
"Yeah, you're late. You got an excuse?"
"Yeah." Alley answered, shoving a pink slip towards him. As she was walking to her desk and kicked Andrew in the shin. Cole walked on, with his head down.
"Well, Cole and Alley, I'm Russ, or if you prefer I guess Mr. Granger. We were just about to start on verbs." Russ explained.
"Congradulate the genius!" Jonathon exclaimed, earning laughs that made his annoying little sneer just spread. "Oh, wonderful example, Jonathon. Can you tell me the verb in that sentance?"
"Huh? What sentance?" he asked. "In 'Congradulate the Genius'. That IS what you said, right?" Russ asked, like he didn't really know.
Jonathon nodded slowly. "Well, since you know so much about verbs that you think it's alright to interupt the teacher, you should be able to tell me the verb in that kindegarten sentence. C'mon." Russ urged.
A few of the kids snickered and "oooooooh"'ed at Jonathon. "Shut up!" he snapped. "I don't know the verb," he then admitted.
"Okay, then can you let me teach the class?" Russ suggested sarcastically. "Be my guest." Jonathon mumbled.
Russ noticed Cole with his head down, staring out a window with his arms and head wrapped in his jacket.
"Cole?"
"What?" was his muffled answer.
"Can you tell me what a verb is?"
"Yeah."
Russ paused for a minute.
"What is it, then?"
"Something that shows action."
"What's the verb in the sentence, 'Congradulate the Genius'?"
"Congradulate."
"Thanks, and please put your head up."
Cole did, and Russ looked into his eyes. They were the same eyes that he often would have-the troubled, angry eyes that he bore holes into people with, so they'd get off his back.
Russ looked down at his assignment book. "Wyatt, please pass out the writer's craft books." he said bitterly.