Chapter three
Tristan sat behind me muttering darkly about Mr. Firelight, complaining about everything from his stupid, stupid name to his "enchanting, rich voice that Tea was mooning over". I was ready to turn around and slap the snot out of him. Tristan finally got up the nerve to wad up a piece of paper and heave it at the man, who, with his back turned, wowed us by snatching the paper from midair as if it was nothing. Without missing a beat, he went back to teaching.
My jaw dropped.
**That* looked familiar.* Yami stated. *Come to think of it, so did Miss Firelight. She was beautiful...*
*She looked like your dream girl, almost.* I pointed out.
*Beautiful...* Yami sighed dreamily.
"So," Mr. Firelight began, "Who wants to go march?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I BEEN TOLD!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I BEEN TOLD!"
"COLONEL FIRELIGHT'S MIGHTY COLD!"
"COLONEL FIRELIGHT'S MIGHTY COLD!"
We chanted the same cadence from the movie "Major Pain". It fit him. He had us at a brisk jog, when the correct step is only thirty inches, yelled to get on step at everyone, and threatened to use the same torches seen in the movie. Then, when class was over, he detained us to do twenty push-ups because we didn't do them fast enough.
By the end of the period, only Tea liked him.
"That was the most inhumane march I have ever experienced," Tristan hissed.
"That tire yous out?" Joey smirked. But he was limping empathically and pitifully where Colonel, not Mister, tripped him for being too fast.
"That was incredibly painful," I heaved, dragging my small, swollen body into my keyboarding class. Late! I abhor lateness! And so does my keyboarding teacher.
I groaned as she handed me a pink detention slip.
:30~
"SARIA! Give back! Give back!" what sounded like Mr. Firelight shouted inside his sister's classroom. He sounded just like a child being teased.
"Oh, okay. 'S'okay for you to tease others just as long as it doesn't come back to bite your wings!" "Saria", who sounded like Miss Firelight, who Colonel identified as "Sarah", responded.
"Zactly!"
"Not so! Not so-o-o!"
I quietly opened the door and peeked timidly in.
"Hey! We have visitors!" Miss Firelight smiled from her perch...on top of a shelf, wedged between it and the ceiling.
Colonel stopped clambering beneath to get to her, turned around, and glared at us for spoiling his fun.
Tea, after spying the biker in the shelf, cleared her throat, "We didn't mean to intrude on your ince-uh! fun, playtime. We're here for detention."
Colonel Firelight raised an eyebrow, "Who sent *you* to detention? We ain't got time to watch you kids this evening."
"Nonsense, Max, you knew about detentions when you signed up for the job," Miss Firelight said with her arms crossed and her beautiful nose in the air.
*A work of art. The fairy girl from the oasis.* Yami murmured.
"But, Sarah, you promised!" "Max" Firelight stamped his foot and stuck his lip out, exactly like a-
*child. Fairies.*
*Yami, shut up. You're messing up my concentration!*
Miss Firelight placed her blue eyes on my purple and raised her graceful eyebrow.
"Uh, I thought Colonel called you 'Saria'?" Joey asked.
"No I didn't, I called her Sarah!" Colonel insisted.
"Whatever you say!" Tea muttered dreamily. Tristan and Colonel stared at her with almost identical confused looks. Then Firelight got a very conniving look on his face.
"As long as you're here," he smiled sinisterly, "you can copy from the phone book and the musician's dictionary."
Sweatdrop, groan.
Tristan sat behind me muttering darkly about Mr. Firelight, complaining about everything from his stupid, stupid name to his "enchanting, rich voice that Tea was mooning over". I was ready to turn around and slap the snot out of him. Tristan finally got up the nerve to wad up a piece of paper and heave it at the man, who, with his back turned, wowed us by snatching the paper from midair as if it was nothing. Without missing a beat, he went back to teaching.
My jaw dropped.
**That* looked familiar.* Yami stated. *Come to think of it, so did Miss Firelight. She was beautiful...*
*She looked like your dream girl, almost.* I pointed out.
*Beautiful...* Yami sighed dreamily.
"So," Mr. Firelight began, "Who wants to go march?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I BEEN TOLD!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I BEEN TOLD!"
"COLONEL FIRELIGHT'S MIGHTY COLD!"
"COLONEL FIRELIGHT'S MIGHTY COLD!"
We chanted the same cadence from the movie "Major Pain". It fit him. He had us at a brisk jog, when the correct step is only thirty inches, yelled to get on step at everyone, and threatened to use the same torches seen in the movie. Then, when class was over, he detained us to do twenty push-ups because we didn't do them fast enough.
By the end of the period, only Tea liked him.
"That was the most inhumane march I have ever experienced," Tristan hissed.
"That tire yous out?" Joey smirked. But he was limping empathically and pitifully where Colonel, not Mister, tripped him for being too fast.
"That was incredibly painful," I heaved, dragging my small, swollen body into my keyboarding class. Late! I abhor lateness! And so does my keyboarding teacher.
I groaned as she handed me a pink detention slip.
:30~
"SARIA! Give back! Give back!" what sounded like Mr. Firelight shouted inside his sister's classroom. He sounded just like a child being teased.
"Oh, okay. 'S'okay for you to tease others just as long as it doesn't come back to bite your wings!" "Saria", who sounded like Miss Firelight, who Colonel identified as "Sarah", responded.
"Zactly!"
"Not so! Not so-o-o!"
I quietly opened the door and peeked timidly in.
"Hey! We have visitors!" Miss Firelight smiled from her perch...on top of a shelf, wedged between it and the ceiling.
Colonel stopped clambering beneath to get to her, turned around, and glared at us for spoiling his fun.
Tea, after spying the biker in the shelf, cleared her throat, "We didn't mean to intrude on your ince-uh! fun, playtime. We're here for detention."
Colonel Firelight raised an eyebrow, "Who sent *you* to detention? We ain't got time to watch you kids this evening."
"Nonsense, Max, you knew about detentions when you signed up for the job," Miss Firelight said with her arms crossed and her beautiful nose in the air.
*A work of art. The fairy girl from the oasis.* Yami murmured.
"But, Sarah, you promised!" "Max" Firelight stamped his foot and stuck his lip out, exactly like a-
*child. Fairies.*
*Yami, shut up. You're messing up my concentration!*
Miss Firelight placed her blue eyes on my purple and raised her graceful eyebrow.
"Uh, I thought Colonel called you 'Saria'?" Joey asked.
"No I didn't, I called her Sarah!" Colonel insisted.
"Whatever you say!" Tea muttered dreamily. Tristan and Colonel stared at her with almost identical confused looks. Then Firelight got a very conniving look on his face.
"As long as you're here," he smiled sinisterly, "you can copy from the phone book and the musician's dictionary."
Sweatdrop, groan.