Chapter two
She was an excellent teacher. It was as if she was *there* when Attila the Hun was still rampaging. She every single boy in her class, Joey, Tristan, Kaiba, and I included, hung on her every word. We had the time of our lives, she listened to us, talked to us like people, and made learning fun. She was wonderful.
Then the bell rang. And it was time for ROTC. Joy, what fun. The good news was: the Drill Sergeant Major quit, so we had a pushover sub. I never picked on the subs, like the other kids, I just liked it when they didn't yell at us all period. Tea didn't like ROTC in general.
She did when we heard the classic piano music upon entering the outdoor classroom. Tea loved to dance, especially to anything fast. The song was Beethoven's *Fur Elise* (is that how you spell it?-Star-Lover) played in such a fast manner that I hadn't recognized it at first. She ran into the classroom just to see who was playing it.
He was small, probably no bigger then I'll ever be, with bright red hair tied into a ponytail that cascaded down his back He had his back to us and was playing an electric keyboard shoved against the drab wall of the portable. Tea just listened until he finished. She stared at him with marvel as he pushed a bunch of switches and buttons, including the off one, and then turned around.
"Hello," he grunted neutrally. He had a boyish, elfin face, covered in freckles. His eyes were a near unnatural shade of blue. His hair covered the tips of his ears. Like the other ROTC instructors, he wore a plain black shirt with our division's logo and camouflage pants. Tea's voice caught in her throat. Tristan was a little displeased that the new drill sergeant was a young biker who looked like--!
"Are you related to Miss Firelight?"
He nodded, "Sarah's my sister."
He was intimidating! The small man in front of us took even Joey aback. There was just something about a Mad Celt looming in front of you that made you just want to back up in fright, particularly *this* one. Tristan was just annoyed.
*You know, redheads aren't only of Celtic and Viking decent,* Yami added mock snobbishly. We both knew he was an oddball.
"Are you kids going to take a seat or what?" Mr. Firelight sneered "pleasantly" .
Tea muttered dreamily, "Anything for you."
She was an excellent teacher. It was as if she was *there* when Attila the Hun was still rampaging. She every single boy in her class, Joey, Tristan, Kaiba, and I included, hung on her every word. We had the time of our lives, she listened to us, talked to us like people, and made learning fun. She was wonderful.
Then the bell rang. And it was time for ROTC. Joy, what fun. The good news was: the Drill Sergeant Major quit, so we had a pushover sub. I never picked on the subs, like the other kids, I just liked it when they didn't yell at us all period. Tea didn't like ROTC in general.
She did when we heard the classic piano music upon entering the outdoor classroom. Tea loved to dance, especially to anything fast. The song was Beethoven's *Fur Elise* (is that how you spell it?-Star-Lover) played in such a fast manner that I hadn't recognized it at first. She ran into the classroom just to see who was playing it.
He was small, probably no bigger then I'll ever be, with bright red hair tied into a ponytail that cascaded down his back He had his back to us and was playing an electric keyboard shoved against the drab wall of the portable. Tea just listened until he finished. She stared at him with marvel as he pushed a bunch of switches and buttons, including the off one, and then turned around.
"Hello," he grunted neutrally. He had a boyish, elfin face, covered in freckles. His eyes were a near unnatural shade of blue. His hair covered the tips of his ears. Like the other ROTC instructors, he wore a plain black shirt with our division's logo and camouflage pants. Tea's voice caught in her throat. Tristan was a little displeased that the new drill sergeant was a young biker who looked like--!
"Are you related to Miss Firelight?"
He nodded, "Sarah's my sister."
He was intimidating! The small man in front of us took even Joey aback. There was just something about a Mad Celt looming in front of you that made you just want to back up in fright, particularly *this* one. Tristan was just annoyed.
*You know, redheads aren't only of Celtic and Viking decent,* Yami added mock snobbishly. We both knew he was an oddball.
"Are you kids going to take a seat or what?" Mr. Firelight sneered "pleasantly" .
Tea muttered dreamily, "Anything for you."