Hello everyone.
This is my first attempt at a Faculty Fan fiction. Well no. That is a lie. I began writing this story and posting it as I went along, but I did not like how it was going so took the story down and revised it. So here it is. Please enjoy and your criticisms are most welcome.
~ Frodo ~
The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 1 ~ Normal Routines
"Why couldn't we go somewhere decent for our prom?" asked Mrs. Matters, the school librarian. "Having our prom at the gym is not very fun for the students."
"I am sure if Mrs. Lewis was generous enough to spend the money, we could go somewhere nice," said Miss Burke in response. She came over to the table where the other woman was sitting. "But Mrs. Drake was a saint compared to what we have now for a principal."
"And once again it is the sports teams that get all the money this year," Mrs. Olsen stated as she entered the faculty room, glancing at Coach Willis as she did so.
"That's why I ain't complaining," the man replied.
"Am not," Miss Burke interrupted. She looked up to the coach who had a quizzical look on his face. "Not ain't," she continued. "Am not."
"Well, thank you for that lovely English lesson," Willis sighed before walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water. At that time, a tall, slim man walked into the room. His hair was long and tied back into a ponytail. He was clean shaven and rather nice to look at. Miss Burke and Mrs. Olsen glanced at him with surprise. He had to be in his mid twenties but that did not stop the two older women from taking a peak at him. Coach Willis on the other hand forced himself not to gag on his water. "Some times I don't know who is worse on the hormone battle: The students or the faculty."
"Hello everyone," said the man. He took a seat over by the window and grabbed one of the magazines lying casually on the side table. He did not say much to the others, so they decided to take the first initiative.
"You must be the new science teacher," said Mrs. Olsen.
The man looked up and nodded. "Yes, I am Andrew Schneider. Pleased to meet you."
"We didn't think you would be so young," said Miss Burke. She then reddened from her statement and cleared her throat. "I mean, by what I heard, you sounded pretty knowledgeable about your subject, I thought you would be older."
Andrew laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I am just a fifty year old in a twenty-eight year old's body." Miss Burke laughed and nodded in agreement. She then stood up and made her way out the door. It was time for class. Andrew watched her leave before he looked to the others. "She's cute, but is she always so..."
"Shy?" Mrs. Olsen filled in. Andrew nodded and waited for the other woman to answer. "She just needs to get her foot into the dating pool."
"And away from the drop out students," Mrs. Matters chuckled. Mrs. Olsen nodded slightly and glanced at Andrew. The man did not quite get the joke but he decided not to ask. The two women then left the faculty lounge as well. Andrew followed shortly after, wanting to get into the science lab to prepare for the day's classes.
The coach, however, decided to wait a few more minutes. He had sex education next and was not quite ready to go back in there with those hormone driven students for another forty minutes. He let out a sigh and took a seat on the couch, drinking his water quietly. Suddenly, as the coach was beginning to relax, the lights to the faculty lounge began to flicker on and off. Coach Willis let out a frustrated grunt. "Not even enough money in the budget to fix the damn lights," he mused to himself before getting up off the couch.
He was on his way to the door when a sound from the closet caught his attention. It was a thumping against the wooden frame. Furrowing an eyebrow, Coach Willis walked over to check things out. It could have been anything from mice to student eavesdroppers. Neither of the two was something Willis wanted to bother with. Of course, maybe turning a few students into mulch might be just what the man needed to relax. Of course he would have to deal with Principal Lewis, but it would be worth it just about now. "All right, who's in there?" he asked sternly. There was no answer though, so he pressed forward.
The thumping had now turned into a slight scrapping, as if nails were being run along the door's surface. The coach had to twitch; it was like nails running on a black board. His hand reached the doorknob and a smile crept on the man's face. What ever kind of joke this was, Coach Willis was going to have the last laugh. He turned the doorknob, only this time, he paused. Suddenly he remembered an incident last year. When he had heard something in that same door. Then that geek, Casey Conners jabbed him in the stomach with a broom. He was not going to be a victim to that again. Before opening the door, Willis stepped to his left and turned the knob. When the door was open, the coach slowly peeked inside the dark room. Nothing was there. He stepped out from behind the door, once he knew nothing was going to jump out on him. He stuck his head inside, looking for any movement. It was then, that a hand grabbed the coach's throat. Willis struggled to get out of the hold but it was too late. Before long, the coach blacked out and nothing more was remembered.
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Literature. What class could be more fun? Lunch, perhaps. At least, that was what Zeke was thinking at the moment. Of course, Lunch was not for another four periods and Zeke was stuck in the small, stuffy room with the rest of the students. There was one upside to the class. He had Miss Burke again. Yes, again. Zeke had failed his classes again and was unable to graduate. Of course, it was different from last year. Last year, Zeke failed because he did not care. This year, he failed because he did care. He could have passed halfway through last year's semester and graduated, but Zeke did not want to graduate on a hair thin grade line. He wanted to do well for the entire year. So he purposefully failed last year's classes so he could come back and pass this year. An odd concept, indeed, but it was brilliant to Zeke. And it was working.
After class one day, Miss Burke called Zeke to wait behind. The man did so; curious as to what the woman wanted. It could not have been about his "after school job" of pushing drugs. He had stopped that habit. Or at least, he stopped selling on school grounds. If only to cover his own hide. He waited patiently at Miss Burke's desk as she shuffled through a few loose papers. She finally looked up and smiled at the boy.
"Hello, Miss Burke, what can I do for you?"
"Well," the teacher began. She seemed rather nervous and hesitant to talk but Zeke was patient as she thought over what she wanted to say. "Well, Zeke, I wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"Zeke, you had the highest score on our English Literature Mid Term. It is actually quite an achievement and, as you know there are some other students with the right potential that if they worked a little harder," Miss Burke paused for a moment and offered Zeke a polite smile before continuing. "Or had the right kind of help, they could succeed too."
Zeke furrowed his eyebrows and gave Miss Burke a questioning look as she spoke. He did not fully understand what she was getting at but as she went on talking he soon got the idea and frowned. "Miss. Burke," Zeke asked with a sigh. "You're not asking me to tutor, are you?"
With her face turning a few shades red, Miss. Burke lowered her head slightly and began nodding. "It would only be about twice a week meeting with the student. You can put this on your permanent record and with the way you are improving, it could help a lot when going to college."
Zeke looked at Miss Burke and studied her for a long moment. "And," Zeke began. "What if I don't want to go to college?"
The woman frowned at the comment. "Zeke, you have so much potential in you," she said, almost pleadingly in her tone. "You are destined for great things in your life-"
"I am no one special, Miss Burke," Zeke interrupted.
"You have so much knowledge in you. Why not use that knowledge for more than just making drugs?"
Zeke scowled. Burke was not giving in today at all. Why was everyone on the face of the planet trying to "make something" out of Zeke? He was fine the way he was. The idea of settling down and fitting into normal society was not something that thrilled Zeke at all. 'However,' he thought to himself. 'What harm can be done tutoring one student? Perhaps he could even make the job worth his while.' Letting out a sigh, Zeke leaned his head backwards and looked up to the ceiling before looking back at Burke and nodded. "I will 'think' about it. But I am not promising anything."
Those words were all Miss Burke needed from Zeke. She smiled with gratitude and nodded with understanding. "There is no obligation at all. Zeke, you don't know what this means to me." Still smiling, Miss Burke dismissed Zeke and he left the room silently. He was such a pushover sometimes; it made him sick.
He could not see himself tutoring. He was no teacher and he feared that if the news got out, his reputation might be ruined. He could see the news now "Zeke Wells goes from Pusher to teacher's pet!" Of course, making a little money from this tutoring job could allow living with himself a little easier. Maybe this new job could have its advantages...
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Casey Connors was walking down the hallway with Delilah leaning on his arm. The two had been dating steady since last year. Many who knew Delilah called in a world's record but she ignored them if they ever said it to her face. It was true, Delilah had a history of having a new boy friend every three months or so, letting the relationship last a little longer if the guy was popular enough. Perhaps that was why she was still with Casey.
The events of the previous year were still getting attention from students and faculty alike. Every now and then there was a new essay or article in the paper about one of the students involved with the invasion. But though it was big news to the student body, to those who were involved, all they wanted was to live a quiet existence for their last year of high school.
Casey especially. He enjoyed not being the geekiest boy in school. He no longer had to fear being slammed into a flagpole or getting a broken nose. People left him alone with those sorts of things. However, he was often getting letters and emails from fans asking questions and giving theories. It was rather annoying sometimes. However, he always had a chance to forget those sorts of things when Delilah was around.
In the beginning, Casey feared she was only with him for the popularity. She had never looked at him twice over before everything happened, so he was a bit skeptical. But it has been a good year and a half now and they were still together. He began to disregard any doubts of the girl's motifs. Instead, he focused on the romance and their lives.
However, it was kind of hard trying to focus on such sweet things when he was walking to his way to sexual education class. He had a test this afternoon and he was quite nervous. He never could get the hang of the subject. Which was odd considering he was a science whiz. But this was something different and the thought made him queasy just thinking about it all.
"If worse comes to worse Casey," Delilah said to him as they stopped in front of the Health room door. "Think of the body as...a map to Disney World." At that moment, the bell rang and Delilah stole a kiss from Casey before trotting off to her own class. Casey took a deep breath and forced himself into the classroom.
Most of the chairs were taken in the front and mid sections of the room. However, there was one unoccupied chair between a young lady and one of the football players. He took the seat and looked up to the front of the room as Coach Willis came marching inside and slamming his brief case onto the table with such a loud thump that if woke every student in the class from his or her daydreams.
"All right, kiddies," the coach stated as he walked into the front of the class. "It is time for your test." He passed out the papers to everyone in the room. He ignored any moaning and complaining coming from the students. When everything was set, he returned to his desk and sat down. "Begin."
Casey looked down at the paper. On the front and back were diagrams of the male and female reproductive organs. Casey felt sick for a moment, but he soon regained his composure and closed his eyes. "Think Disney World," he muttered to himself. After a few deep breaths, the boy opened his eyes, placed his pen to the diagram, and began working.
When the test was finished and the papers were handed in, Coach Willis stood in front of the class to begin the day's lesson. "Now it is time for the fun part of the semester," Willis stated with a grin. He walked over to a closet across the room and unlocked it. Inside was a pile of baby dolls. They were the size and physical appearance of regular babies. He took one and walked up in front of the class. "Every semester, I have this project." he stated as he looked at the child. "I want to see how well you can take care of these little infants during the rest of the semester. You will create a report that will be submitted at the end of the year." Walking to his desk, the coach placed the baby down on the top and then grabbed a different set of papers. "Here are the instructions for what I will be looking for in your report."
After he handed the papers out, he began to show the class how to take care of the baby. He started with showing how the baby can detect neglect by the small computer built into the doll. He then demonstrated how to stop the baby from crying by turning a small key in its back. He then went on to the next step of the project: Choosing teams.
"You won't do this alone, you will have partners to share this little burden with you. You make up the 'custody terms' and anything else that is involved yourself. Take the rest of the class time to choose a partner and select a baby of your own." At those words, Coach Willis handed his baby to one of the girls in the front row and then walked to his desk and began grading papers.
Casey sat in silence, looking around the room for perspective partners. However, everyone seemed to have already selected his or her groups. At the moment, Casey did not mind; he preferred to handle these sorts of projects on his own. He was not a sociable person, even if his confidence was raised a bit over the last year or so. Perhaps he could just ask the coach if it would be all right if he wanted to work on his own?
"Excuse me," came a voice to Casey's ears. He looked up and noticed the girl who had been sitting beside him. She was leaning over to him and smiled nervously. "Do you want to be partners?" she asked him. "I don't have one." Casey nodded and shrugged his shoulders. So much for the solo approach. The girl smiled with relief and then stood from her seat. "Good, I'll go get one of the baby's. Casey nodded and watched as the girl walked to coach Willis.
She was a fair looking girl with long chestnut hair and a trim figure. Her skin was slightly tanned, a cause from a lot of outside work, Casey thought to himself. She walked up to Coach Willis and spoke a few words with him. A few seconds later, the coach led the girl to the closet where she selected one if the dolls for the project. She thanked the coach and then returned to sit besides Casey. "My name is Morgance, by the way," she said as she placed the baby on Casey's desk.
"Casey," replied Casey as he picked the child up and examined it. "I've never done anything like this," he then stated and tried to position the child in a normal hold. He was surprised at the weight of the doll. It was nearly seven pounds, the average of a real child.
"I have a younger brother at home, it shouldn't be too hard for me," Morgance answered. Casey looked up to Morgance and smiled softly. He was relieved the girl had at least some more experience than he had on the subject. Maybe the project would not be too bad to handle.
For the rest of the period, the two talked about share schedules and meeting times to work on the project. They both agreed that Morgance would take the baby first and then the two would meet in the library on Friday and Casey would take him for the weekend.
When the class ended, Casey grabbed his book bag and began heading out the door. Coach Willis was waiting and handing out the tests everyone filled out at the beginning of the class. Casey did not bother to look at his; he just took it and left without another thought. As he walked down the hall, he watched Morgance go the opposite way carrying the baby doll. As he watched, his did not see Delilah coming to him. He bumped into her and was immediately caught off his guard.
"Watch where I am going Case." Delilah teased. She leaned in and took Casey's arm and the two began walking down the hall together. She noticed a piece of paper in his hand and grabbed it quickly. "What's this?"
"Just a quiz," Casey replied. He watched her open the paper and skim through it.
"How was class?" Delilah asked casually.
"Not as bad as I thought," answered Casey. "We have a project to do though. I am a father for a semester."
Delilah glanced up to Casey and grinned at the thought. "Is that so?" she asked before returning her attention to the paper she was examining. She was quiet for a long while and Casey was beginning to wonder what she was thinking about. Did she not think he could handle the job?
"What?" Casey finally asked.
"Well," Delilah returned. "It is just that, it is hard to see you as a father figure when you called the Fallopian Tubes 'Splash Mountain.'" Handing the paper back to Casey, Delilah walked off, giggling at the answers on Casey's diagram. Casey did not understand until he finally looked at the paper. Sure enough, half of the answers on the quiz sheet were names of Disney World rides. Casey's face turned beat red and he moaned at his own incompetence. "Just think of Disney World," he mumbled to himself, eyeing Delilah with annoyance.
This is my first attempt at a Faculty Fan fiction. Well no. That is a lie. I began writing this story and posting it as I went along, but I did not like how it was going so took the story down and revised it. So here it is. Please enjoy and your criticisms are most welcome.
~ Frodo ~
The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 1 ~ Normal Routines
"Why couldn't we go somewhere decent for our prom?" asked Mrs. Matters, the school librarian. "Having our prom at the gym is not very fun for the students."
"I am sure if Mrs. Lewis was generous enough to spend the money, we could go somewhere nice," said Miss Burke in response. She came over to the table where the other woman was sitting. "But Mrs. Drake was a saint compared to what we have now for a principal."
"And once again it is the sports teams that get all the money this year," Mrs. Olsen stated as she entered the faculty room, glancing at Coach Willis as she did so.
"That's why I ain't complaining," the man replied.
"Am not," Miss Burke interrupted. She looked up to the coach who had a quizzical look on his face. "Not ain't," she continued. "Am not."
"Well, thank you for that lovely English lesson," Willis sighed before walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water. At that time, a tall, slim man walked into the room. His hair was long and tied back into a ponytail. He was clean shaven and rather nice to look at. Miss Burke and Mrs. Olsen glanced at him with surprise. He had to be in his mid twenties but that did not stop the two older women from taking a peak at him. Coach Willis on the other hand forced himself not to gag on his water. "Some times I don't know who is worse on the hormone battle: The students or the faculty."
"Hello everyone," said the man. He took a seat over by the window and grabbed one of the magazines lying casually on the side table. He did not say much to the others, so they decided to take the first initiative.
"You must be the new science teacher," said Mrs. Olsen.
The man looked up and nodded. "Yes, I am Andrew Schneider. Pleased to meet you."
"We didn't think you would be so young," said Miss Burke. She then reddened from her statement and cleared her throat. "I mean, by what I heard, you sounded pretty knowledgeable about your subject, I thought you would be older."
Andrew laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I am just a fifty year old in a twenty-eight year old's body." Miss Burke laughed and nodded in agreement. She then stood up and made her way out the door. It was time for class. Andrew watched her leave before he looked to the others. "She's cute, but is she always so..."
"Shy?" Mrs. Olsen filled in. Andrew nodded and waited for the other woman to answer. "She just needs to get her foot into the dating pool."
"And away from the drop out students," Mrs. Matters chuckled. Mrs. Olsen nodded slightly and glanced at Andrew. The man did not quite get the joke but he decided not to ask. The two women then left the faculty lounge as well. Andrew followed shortly after, wanting to get into the science lab to prepare for the day's classes.
The coach, however, decided to wait a few more minutes. He had sex education next and was not quite ready to go back in there with those hormone driven students for another forty minutes. He let out a sigh and took a seat on the couch, drinking his water quietly. Suddenly, as the coach was beginning to relax, the lights to the faculty lounge began to flicker on and off. Coach Willis let out a frustrated grunt. "Not even enough money in the budget to fix the damn lights," he mused to himself before getting up off the couch.
He was on his way to the door when a sound from the closet caught his attention. It was a thumping against the wooden frame. Furrowing an eyebrow, Coach Willis walked over to check things out. It could have been anything from mice to student eavesdroppers. Neither of the two was something Willis wanted to bother with. Of course, maybe turning a few students into mulch might be just what the man needed to relax. Of course he would have to deal with Principal Lewis, but it would be worth it just about now. "All right, who's in there?" he asked sternly. There was no answer though, so he pressed forward.
The thumping had now turned into a slight scrapping, as if nails were being run along the door's surface. The coach had to twitch; it was like nails running on a black board. His hand reached the doorknob and a smile crept on the man's face. What ever kind of joke this was, Coach Willis was going to have the last laugh. He turned the doorknob, only this time, he paused. Suddenly he remembered an incident last year. When he had heard something in that same door. Then that geek, Casey Conners jabbed him in the stomach with a broom. He was not going to be a victim to that again. Before opening the door, Willis stepped to his left and turned the knob. When the door was open, the coach slowly peeked inside the dark room. Nothing was there. He stepped out from behind the door, once he knew nothing was going to jump out on him. He stuck his head inside, looking for any movement. It was then, that a hand grabbed the coach's throat. Willis struggled to get out of the hold but it was too late. Before long, the coach blacked out and nothing more was remembered.
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Literature. What class could be more fun? Lunch, perhaps. At least, that was what Zeke was thinking at the moment. Of course, Lunch was not for another four periods and Zeke was stuck in the small, stuffy room with the rest of the students. There was one upside to the class. He had Miss Burke again. Yes, again. Zeke had failed his classes again and was unable to graduate. Of course, it was different from last year. Last year, Zeke failed because he did not care. This year, he failed because he did care. He could have passed halfway through last year's semester and graduated, but Zeke did not want to graduate on a hair thin grade line. He wanted to do well for the entire year. So he purposefully failed last year's classes so he could come back and pass this year. An odd concept, indeed, but it was brilliant to Zeke. And it was working.
After class one day, Miss Burke called Zeke to wait behind. The man did so; curious as to what the woman wanted. It could not have been about his "after school job" of pushing drugs. He had stopped that habit. Or at least, he stopped selling on school grounds. If only to cover his own hide. He waited patiently at Miss Burke's desk as she shuffled through a few loose papers. She finally looked up and smiled at the boy.
"Hello, Miss Burke, what can I do for you?"
"Well," the teacher began. She seemed rather nervous and hesitant to talk but Zeke was patient as she thought over what she wanted to say. "Well, Zeke, I wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"Zeke, you had the highest score on our English Literature Mid Term. It is actually quite an achievement and, as you know there are some other students with the right potential that if they worked a little harder," Miss Burke paused for a moment and offered Zeke a polite smile before continuing. "Or had the right kind of help, they could succeed too."
Zeke furrowed his eyebrows and gave Miss Burke a questioning look as she spoke. He did not fully understand what she was getting at but as she went on talking he soon got the idea and frowned. "Miss. Burke," Zeke asked with a sigh. "You're not asking me to tutor, are you?"
With her face turning a few shades red, Miss. Burke lowered her head slightly and began nodding. "It would only be about twice a week meeting with the student. You can put this on your permanent record and with the way you are improving, it could help a lot when going to college."
Zeke looked at Miss Burke and studied her for a long moment. "And," Zeke began. "What if I don't want to go to college?"
The woman frowned at the comment. "Zeke, you have so much potential in you," she said, almost pleadingly in her tone. "You are destined for great things in your life-"
"I am no one special, Miss Burke," Zeke interrupted.
"You have so much knowledge in you. Why not use that knowledge for more than just making drugs?"
Zeke scowled. Burke was not giving in today at all. Why was everyone on the face of the planet trying to "make something" out of Zeke? He was fine the way he was. The idea of settling down and fitting into normal society was not something that thrilled Zeke at all. 'However,' he thought to himself. 'What harm can be done tutoring one student? Perhaps he could even make the job worth his while.' Letting out a sigh, Zeke leaned his head backwards and looked up to the ceiling before looking back at Burke and nodded. "I will 'think' about it. But I am not promising anything."
Those words were all Miss Burke needed from Zeke. She smiled with gratitude and nodded with understanding. "There is no obligation at all. Zeke, you don't know what this means to me." Still smiling, Miss Burke dismissed Zeke and he left the room silently. He was such a pushover sometimes; it made him sick.
He could not see himself tutoring. He was no teacher and he feared that if the news got out, his reputation might be ruined. He could see the news now "Zeke Wells goes from Pusher to teacher's pet!" Of course, making a little money from this tutoring job could allow living with himself a little easier. Maybe this new job could have its advantages...
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Casey Connors was walking down the hallway with Delilah leaning on his arm. The two had been dating steady since last year. Many who knew Delilah called in a world's record but she ignored them if they ever said it to her face. It was true, Delilah had a history of having a new boy friend every three months or so, letting the relationship last a little longer if the guy was popular enough. Perhaps that was why she was still with Casey.
The events of the previous year were still getting attention from students and faculty alike. Every now and then there was a new essay or article in the paper about one of the students involved with the invasion. But though it was big news to the student body, to those who were involved, all they wanted was to live a quiet existence for their last year of high school.
Casey especially. He enjoyed not being the geekiest boy in school. He no longer had to fear being slammed into a flagpole or getting a broken nose. People left him alone with those sorts of things. However, he was often getting letters and emails from fans asking questions and giving theories. It was rather annoying sometimes. However, he always had a chance to forget those sorts of things when Delilah was around.
In the beginning, Casey feared she was only with him for the popularity. She had never looked at him twice over before everything happened, so he was a bit skeptical. But it has been a good year and a half now and they were still together. He began to disregard any doubts of the girl's motifs. Instead, he focused on the romance and their lives.
However, it was kind of hard trying to focus on such sweet things when he was walking to his way to sexual education class. He had a test this afternoon and he was quite nervous. He never could get the hang of the subject. Which was odd considering he was a science whiz. But this was something different and the thought made him queasy just thinking about it all.
"If worse comes to worse Casey," Delilah said to him as they stopped in front of the Health room door. "Think of the body as...a map to Disney World." At that moment, the bell rang and Delilah stole a kiss from Casey before trotting off to her own class. Casey took a deep breath and forced himself into the classroom.
Most of the chairs were taken in the front and mid sections of the room. However, there was one unoccupied chair between a young lady and one of the football players. He took the seat and looked up to the front of the room as Coach Willis came marching inside and slamming his brief case onto the table with such a loud thump that if woke every student in the class from his or her daydreams.
"All right, kiddies," the coach stated as he walked into the front of the class. "It is time for your test." He passed out the papers to everyone in the room. He ignored any moaning and complaining coming from the students. When everything was set, he returned to his desk and sat down. "Begin."
Casey looked down at the paper. On the front and back were diagrams of the male and female reproductive organs. Casey felt sick for a moment, but he soon regained his composure and closed his eyes. "Think Disney World," he muttered to himself. After a few deep breaths, the boy opened his eyes, placed his pen to the diagram, and began working.
When the test was finished and the papers were handed in, Coach Willis stood in front of the class to begin the day's lesson. "Now it is time for the fun part of the semester," Willis stated with a grin. He walked over to a closet across the room and unlocked it. Inside was a pile of baby dolls. They were the size and physical appearance of regular babies. He took one and walked up in front of the class. "Every semester, I have this project." he stated as he looked at the child. "I want to see how well you can take care of these little infants during the rest of the semester. You will create a report that will be submitted at the end of the year." Walking to his desk, the coach placed the baby down on the top and then grabbed a different set of papers. "Here are the instructions for what I will be looking for in your report."
After he handed the papers out, he began to show the class how to take care of the baby. He started with showing how the baby can detect neglect by the small computer built into the doll. He then demonstrated how to stop the baby from crying by turning a small key in its back. He then went on to the next step of the project: Choosing teams.
"You won't do this alone, you will have partners to share this little burden with you. You make up the 'custody terms' and anything else that is involved yourself. Take the rest of the class time to choose a partner and select a baby of your own." At those words, Coach Willis handed his baby to one of the girls in the front row and then walked to his desk and began grading papers.
Casey sat in silence, looking around the room for perspective partners. However, everyone seemed to have already selected his or her groups. At the moment, Casey did not mind; he preferred to handle these sorts of projects on his own. He was not a sociable person, even if his confidence was raised a bit over the last year or so. Perhaps he could just ask the coach if it would be all right if he wanted to work on his own?
"Excuse me," came a voice to Casey's ears. He looked up and noticed the girl who had been sitting beside him. She was leaning over to him and smiled nervously. "Do you want to be partners?" she asked him. "I don't have one." Casey nodded and shrugged his shoulders. So much for the solo approach. The girl smiled with relief and then stood from her seat. "Good, I'll go get one of the baby's. Casey nodded and watched as the girl walked to coach Willis.
She was a fair looking girl with long chestnut hair and a trim figure. Her skin was slightly tanned, a cause from a lot of outside work, Casey thought to himself. She walked up to Coach Willis and spoke a few words with him. A few seconds later, the coach led the girl to the closet where she selected one if the dolls for the project. She thanked the coach and then returned to sit besides Casey. "My name is Morgance, by the way," she said as she placed the baby on Casey's desk.
"Casey," replied Casey as he picked the child up and examined it. "I've never done anything like this," he then stated and tried to position the child in a normal hold. He was surprised at the weight of the doll. It was nearly seven pounds, the average of a real child.
"I have a younger brother at home, it shouldn't be too hard for me," Morgance answered. Casey looked up to Morgance and smiled softly. He was relieved the girl had at least some more experience than he had on the subject. Maybe the project would not be too bad to handle.
For the rest of the period, the two talked about share schedules and meeting times to work on the project. They both agreed that Morgance would take the baby first and then the two would meet in the library on Friday and Casey would take him for the weekend.
When the class ended, Casey grabbed his book bag and began heading out the door. Coach Willis was waiting and handing out the tests everyone filled out at the beginning of the class. Casey did not bother to look at his; he just took it and left without another thought. As he walked down the hall, he watched Morgance go the opposite way carrying the baby doll. As he watched, his did not see Delilah coming to him. He bumped into her and was immediately caught off his guard.
"Watch where I am going Case." Delilah teased. She leaned in and took Casey's arm and the two began walking down the hall together. She noticed a piece of paper in his hand and grabbed it quickly. "What's this?"
"Just a quiz," Casey replied. He watched her open the paper and skim through it.
"How was class?" Delilah asked casually.
"Not as bad as I thought," answered Casey. "We have a project to do though. I am a father for a semester."
Delilah glanced up to Casey and grinned at the thought. "Is that so?" she asked before returning her attention to the paper she was examining. She was quiet for a long while and Casey was beginning to wonder what she was thinking about. Did she not think he could handle the job?
"What?" Casey finally asked.
"Well," Delilah returned. "It is just that, it is hard to see you as a father figure when you called the Fallopian Tubes 'Splash Mountain.'" Handing the paper back to Casey, Delilah walked off, giggling at the answers on Casey's diagram. Casey did not understand until he finally looked at the paper. Sure enough, half of the answers on the quiz sheet were names of Disney World rides. Casey's face turned beat red and he moaned at his own incompetence. "Just think of Disney World," he mumbled to himself, eyeing Delilah with annoyance.