Author: Chibi-me
Email: soupspoon@shaw.ca
Title: My First Day Of School By DUO MAXWELL (A School Report)
My name is Heero Yuy. I was transferred to this school for entrepreneurial purposes. I have a job, I won't say where, and I won't say what (besides, all the profs already know. That's why Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei and I aren't in the same classes. History was a fluke accident), but I need a higher level of education to be. . . "promoted" let's say. I think you should also know that as soon as I've achieved the level of education I need, I'll be leave this school and go back to where I'm needed. In telling you this, I hope none of you feel implied to follow me in the shadows, stalking me. Yes, like Relena Peacecraft. You might have read about her in the newspapers. She was the Queen of the world, but before that, when I was transferred out of her school, she began stalking me, and I don't want to have to call the police on any of you like I had to on Relena.
That's my history, or as much as I can and will give you. As for my first day of school, besides History and ELA, I spent the day with Mr. Kelba, the gym teacher.
It started third period. I was told to change for riding class. Five minutes later I was changed and outside in the paddock getting familiar with the animals. The lesson was over quickly, there wasn't anything I didn't know. While I was untacking my mount and trying to avoid the long glances of three blond girls, Mr. Kelba came up to me and asked if I could help with the next class. I liked this man's face, it didn't reveal anything it shouldn't. He was someone I could trust, so I agreed.
And that's what I did for the afternoon. Last period was a spare, so I spent it in the Study Hall, starting on homework. There (by pure coincidence) were the same three blonds from riding class. They sat in the middle of the room, and every five minutes they would break into quiet giggle fits. Trying to think of a topic to write for about the Americas' settlement, I stared out a large window to my left. Tree, tree, tree, tree, fence, horse, Duo... Duo? For sure, Duo Maxwell was walking out by the paddocks as if he didn't have a care in the world. 'He should be in class,' I'd thought. I won't say which one because I don't want him to get in any more trouble. I closed my books and strode outside to cut Duo off at the corner of the building.
For about ten minutes we wandered around the school's property talking (Duo did most of the talking) about our (his) shitty day. I bet his English teacher'll get an earload of this trash. Starting in homeroom, Duo had gotten in deep with Mr. Theissen, publicly announcing that he was plainly the pilot of the Gundam Deathscythe Hell, and oh! he was shocked that people laughed at him. "But you told me to tell the truth, Heero!" True, but not the truth that sounded like pure blasphemy! I slapped him once. Not hard, even, and he gave me my own death glare. I'd snorted and went back inside to continue my homework.
Later in our room (I share a dorm with Duo), the braided baka smirked at me and said that he'd 'tattled' on me, and that tomorrow I would be in deep with Mrs. Wormwood, the school principle. I'd answered a plain, "Hn," then went back to writing this report. Duo's now in the shower singing loudly to some Lit song (I'm In Over My Head), so I have a little peace to think.
My day is almost at it's end, and so far it's been fairly normal. The water's stopped. Duo's...got an odd look on his face... I hope he didn't eat all the Chunky Monkey again...
Email: soupspoon@shaw.ca
Title: My First Day Of School By DUO MAXWELL (A School Report)
My name is Heero Yuy. I was transferred to this school for entrepreneurial purposes. I have a job, I won't say where, and I won't say what (besides, all the profs already know. That's why Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei and I aren't in the same classes. History was a fluke accident), but I need a higher level of education to be. . . "promoted" let's say. I think you should also know that as soon as I've achieved the level of education I need, I'll be leave this school and go back to where I'm needed. In telling you this, I hope none of you feel implied to follow me in the shadows, stalking me. Yes, like Relena Peacecraft. You might have read about her in the newspapers. She was the Queen of the world, but before that, when I was transferred out of her school, she began stalking me, and I don't want to have to call the police on any of you like I had to on Relena.
That's my history, or as much as I can and will give you. As for my first day of school, besides History and ELA, I spent the day with Mr. Kelba, the gym teacher.
It started third period. I was told to change for riding class. Five minutes later I was changed and outside in the paddock getting familiar with the animals. The lesson was over quickly, there wasn't anything I didn't know. While I was untacking my mount and trying to avoid the long glances of three blond girls, Mr. Kelba came up to me and asked if I could help with the next class. I liked this man's face, it didn't reveal anything it shouldn't. He was someone I could trust, so I agreed.
And that's what I did for the afternoon. Last period was a spare, so I spent it in the Study Hall, starting on homework. There (by pure coincidence) were the same three blonds from riding class. They sat in the middle of the room, and every five minutes they would break into quiet giggle fits. Trying to think of a topic to write for about the Americas' settlement, I stared out a large window to my left. Tree, tree, tree, tree, fence, horse, Duo... Duo? For sure, Duo Maxwell was walking out by the paddocks as if he didn't have a care in the world. 'He should be in class,' I'd thought. I won't say which one because I don't want him to get in any more trouble. I closed my books and strode outside to cut Duo off at the corner of the building.
For about ten minutes we wandered around the school's property talking (Duo did most of the talking) about our (his) shitty day. I bet his English teacher'll get an earload of this trash. Starting in homeroom, Duo had gotten in deep with Mr. Theissen, publicly announcing that he was plainly the pilot of the Gundam Deathscythe Hell, and oh! he was shocked that people laughed at him. "But you told me to tell the truth, Heero!" True, but not the truth that sounded like pure blasphemy! I slapped him once. Not hard, even, and he gave me my own death glare. I'd snorted and went back inside to continue my homework.
Later in our room (I share a dorm with Duo), the braided baka smirked at me and said that he'd 'tattled' on me, and that tomorrow I would be in deep with Mrs. Wormwood, the school principle. I'd answered a plain, "Hn," then went back to writing this report. Duo's now in the shower singing loudly to some Lit song (I'm In Over My Head), so I have a little peace to think.
My day is almost at it's end, and so far it's been fairly normal. The water's stopped. Duo's...got an odd look on his face... I hope he didn't eat all the Chunky Monkey again...