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~Personal Thoughts~
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%The Written Word%
[Flashback]
"Normal Conversation (Duh)"
* Com Link or Telephone *
*Sound Effects (usually just Kurt's bamfing)
{Background noise--music, crowds, etc.}
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I found my Latin class rather easily and sat down racking my brain to remember what I'd learned the year before. ~I hate coming back to a class when you remember nothing at all. And it'll be my luck there's some kind of quiz or review test or something like that as soon as she starts class.~ I sat down in one of the last seats that remained which happened to be near the front. I sighed as I took it and stared at the small Latin book that lie in front of me on the desk.
"Sum Magister Maxgillmar. (A/N: I am teacher (Title) Maxgillmar.) We'll be doing many things in this class but right now let's get to know our newest student. Estne?" (A/N: How are you?) I groaned as he switched to Latin and racked my brain for the proper answer.
"In dolor." (A/N: In pain.)
"Cur?" (A/N: Why?)
"Injūria." (A/N: Injury)
"Cur?" ~What's with all the questions? God you'd think he was my damn psychiatrist or something like that!~
Again I paused trying to remember the right words. "Pater cupiere interfecāre." (A/N: Father wanted to kill.)
"That's terrible." He switched back to English, which came as a relief to me. I also was thankful that not a soul in that classroom understood a word that had been spoken.
I shrugged. "Est femus equum." (A/N: He's horse shit.) This got a small smile from the teacher and enough students understood femus to start laughing. He obviously didn't like the fact that I'd sworn in his precious language but didn't seem to care that much as he condoned my action.
"To warm up into the new school year, I'd like all of you to translate the following two pieces of text. One from Latin to English and the other from English to Latin. Anything you don't finish in class, will be homework. You'll find dictionaries in the back of your texts." I sighed as I cracked the book open to the back and slowly began the task of translating. From English to Latin was more difficult for me so I put that one off as I began translating out of Latin.
Before I knew it the bell was ringing signaling the fact that I had to go to math now. I groaned at the injustice of having two math classes in accounting and calculus. I plopped down in Mr. Beeninbowgin's room and took a seat by the window wishing the day to end soon. ~What's the deal? You'll only be allowed to watch practice today. Coach isn't going to let you try anything too soon for fear of you getting hurt and then you really won't be able to play Friday.~
"As I was saying, Miss Williams…what is the answer to this equation?" I looked up at the board silently for a li'l while letting the numbers and letters flow into a sequence.
In a bored tone I answered her. "Four x times y squared over four."
He looked back at the board surprised. "Why yes, that's correct." I took to staring out the window again with a sigh. ~When's this over? Just hand out the homework already.~ The bell rang and I stood up and pushed my new text book into my backpack and went to leave with everyone else. "Wait a moment please." I stopped sighing realizing there was no way I'd make next period on time if he talked too long. "I have a student who's struggling in FST in my third period class. I could offer you some extra credit if you don't mind tutoring him."
I shrugged anxious to get going to my next period and avoid detention. "Sure, why not."
"You can meet him tomorrow during lunch if that's alright."
"Yeah, I better get going, next period's on the other side of the school…" I dashed outta the room and ran the entire length of the school to make it just as the bell was ringing. I quickly took a seat ignoring the kids watching me.
"Hey, fancy meeting you here, el perrito." I looked back over my shoulder and smiled to see Rose.
"Hey."
"Can you believe the number of preps in here?" I glanced around to see she was right. Half the seniors on the football team were in here surprisingly and I was guessing their cheerleader girlfriends. "Wanna be lab partners?" ~It really is pretty remarkable that this many of the guys who can barely remember the plays are in here in a honor's class.~
"Sure. I'd be afraid that experiments would blow up working with one of them." I smiled as I turned completely in my seat as to be more comfortable.
"That's what I thought too until you showed up…late." She snickered but I smiled as I directed my attention to the front and on the teacher. He was pretty young considering the rest of the teachers I'd seen around. ~Prolly a coach or something. Bet the kids have a good time with his last name—Hotjohn.~
"I'd like to welcome you to Honors' Chem. II. You're all highly advanced students so I'll expect you all to know how to behave in a laboratory. But since I can't be certain of that from everyone, we'll have to spend today going over lab safety." There was a collective groan from the entire class. A note was shoved over my shoulder and I glanced down and read it quickly.
%This sucks, want to do something after school? The girls and I are going mall trolling. You're welcome to join us.%
I quickly scrawled a note back on the same sheet of paper and pretended to stretch as I dropped it back onto her desk. %Sorry, I've got practice. Maybe another time?%
She coughed and I could just make out what she said. *Cough. "K" *Cough. I smiled innocently as Mr. Hotjohn looked back at us questioningly.
"Is there something you ladies would like to share?"
"Yeah, Bayville Eagles are going to kick butt Friday night." Rose snickered as I covered both of our butts and the guys got to whooping and hollering drawing the attention away from us.
The bell rang and we walked side by side down the hall. "Um…you know that guy you were talking to at lunch?" I turned to look at her as we walked through the halls.
"Sam?" ~What's he got to do with anything?~
"Yeah…you do know he's a mutant. He's one of those Institute kids." ~Yeah, so am I. And where's this conversation going?~
I did my best to remain relaxed and act like her comment didn't matter but was curious. "Does that matter? I mean if you found out tomorrow that Pete was a mutant would you still like him?" I was practically going to pieces inside because for the first time in my life I was worried what someone might think of me.
"I dunno. I guess I'd be a little freaked out at first, but I've known him for a while now and he's a really nice guy."
"So if Sam's a real sweetheart, why should it matter if he's a mutant? Besides, he saved my life, literally." I watched her curiously waiting for an answer.
"Really? Wow, that's soo sweet. And good point. I never thought of it that way."
"God you sound like this other girl I know."
"Why?"
"She thinks that Sam and I should date, but I can't seem to get it through her head that we're just friends."
"Do just friends save your life?"
"Sure, I guess…maybe…not." She laughed as I struggled to answer her.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow." She waved as I stopped at my locker and dumped the rest of my books into my backpack and headed out to my truck.
I tossed the backpack into the bed and yanked out my equipment for practice and was greeted by Sam. "Hey hon. Think Coach'll let me practice?"
"Over my dead body." He grabbed his own stuff and kept in stride with me as we both headed towards the football field.
"Watch what you say. You may regret it later." There was a false grin from him as we walked onto the field. What had happened earlier in this parking lot was all too real of an example of how quickly things could come crashing down. I received a few glares from the other guys but I was getting used to it by now. Guys simply didn't like it when girls crossed onto their turf.
"Williams, you're not practicing. Take a seat on the bleachers and have fun watching." I groaned inwardly but did as he said taking a front row seat and propping my feet up on the fence before me. ~This bites.~ I'd been prepared for that though and had tossed my portable CD player into my bag. I pulled it out now and popped in Black Eyed Peas.
{What's wrong with the world, mama, People livin' like they ain't got no mamas, I think the whole world addicted to the drama, Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma}
They ran through several plays below me as I watched. Not to toot my own horn, but Ren Mockpost was filling in for me and was doing pitiful. They had him kick a twenty-yard field goal and he couldn't make it. The football hooked way left then fell several feet short.
{Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism, But we still got terrorists here livin', In the USA, the big CIA, The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK, But if you only have love for your own race, Then you only leave space to discriminate, And to discriminate only generates hate, And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah, Badness is what you demonstrate, And that's exactly how a nigger works and operates, Now, you gotta have love just to set it straight, Take control of your mind and meditate, Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all, People killin', people dyin', Children hurt and you hear them cryin', Can you practice what you preach, And would you turn the other cheek}
I frowned at the lines to the song. ~Sounds like they're singing about the whole mutant problem. But there's hope. Rose's proof of that. At least I think so. If I'm able to tell her the truth and she understands, that's proof that there really is hope for the future.~
{Father, Father, Father help us, Send us some guidance from above, 'Cause people got me, got me questionin', Where is the love (Love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love, The love, the love, It just ain't the same, always unchanged, New days are strange, is the world insane, If love and peace is so strong, Why are there pieces of love that don't belong, Nations droppin' bombs, Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones, With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young, So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone, So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong, In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in, Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends, Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother, A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover, The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug, If you never know truth then you never know love, Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know), Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know), Where's the love, y'all}
~People like this Magneto guy and Apocalypse and Mystique don't help the matters. We need to show the world that mutants are just like people.~ I smiled as I watched Sam run a play dodging tackle after tackle making a gain of thirty or so yards.
{People killin', people dyin', Children hurt and you hear them cryin', Can you practice what you preach, And would you turn the other cheek, Father, Father, Father help us, Send us some guidance from above, 'Cause people got me, got me questionin', Where is the love (Love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love, The love, the love, I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder, As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder, Most of us only care about money makin', Selfishness got us followin' our own direction, Wrong information always shown by the media, Negative images is the main criteria, Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria, Kids act like what they see in the cinema}
~The media only shows the bad guys and never shows the good. It's just like the rest of the world…there's good people and bad people.~ Practice was in full swing and all I wanted was to be down there in the thick of things.
{Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity, Whatever happened to the fairness in equality, Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity, Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity, That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under, That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down, There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under, Gotta keep my faith alive to lovers bound, People killin', people dyin', Children hurt and you hear them cryin', Can you practice what you preach, And would you turn the other cheek, Father, Father, Father help us, Send us some guidance from above, 'Cause people got me, got me questionin', Where is the love (Love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love (The love), Where is the love (The love)}
~Where is the love? Why can't people see that we mutants can do great things for good purposes?~
I turned off my CD player and chucked it back into my bag and leaned back on my elbows watching the rest of the practice.
As the coach called 'em into a huddle, I tossed my bag back over my shoulder and walked down off the bleachers. ~Maybe tomorrow.~ I sighed as I passed the guys and headed back towards the parking lot and noticed that it was beginning to get dark. ~Crap, I still have all that homework to do! Let's see, a dumb poem to write, math homework, government reading and notes, science I'll blow off, and translations.~ I sighed at the list that would prolly take way too long for my liking.
"Can you believe all the homework teachers laid on today?"
"You're telling me, Sam." I chucked my stuff into the back of the truck and got in behind the wheel not at all anxious to go back and start the pile of homework that awaited me.
CANNONBALL
"I hate math." I stared at the jumble of numbers that littered the textbook in front of me and groaned for good measure. We were the last one's in the living room still struggling over homework.
"Join the club." Bobby was in the same math class as me and it was obvious we'd both be repeating it next year if these two lessons were any indicator of what the rest of the year was to be like. "Simple review, my ass. I don't remember any of this stuff from last year."
I sighed as I rubbed the sleep outta my eyes. We'd been spending the last three hours on this stuff and had made absolutely no headway. "What's the point? We can find somebody's to copy off before class starts."
"Now that's my idea of homework." Bobby gratefully slammed his math book shut and tossed it into his backpack.
"Yeah, well, just hope Beeninbowgin doesn't hand out a pop quiz or we're dead." I did the same and leaned back on my hands. "God, I'm tired."
"Well, you're not the only one." He pointed past me and I looked back to see Allison fast asleep on the couch with a textbook lying across her chest. "You better wake her. She's going to be awfully sore in the morning if she stays there."
"You wake her then, if you care so much."
"Yeah right. I'll knock her out even more." He grabbed his bag and left. ~Guess I should. She's got enough pain from that beating she got.~ I stood up and walked over to the couch to see the rest of her homework littering the ground. I pulled it together into a stack and curiosity got the best of me when a loose sheet of paper fell out. ~Huh, a poem.~ I read it quickly then shoved it into the front of a notebook, embarrassed.
"Hey, Al. You gotta wake up." I shook her shoulder but she moaned as she flipped over dumping the book onto my feet. I jumped back howling at the pain that shot up through my foot and leg and tripped over the coffee table landing ungracefully in a heap.
"Who's there?" She sat up straight and looked around and started laughing at me as I slowly got back to my feet. "Oh, it's you, Sam."
"Yeah, the local clown." I balanced on one leg as I rubbed the foot that had just gotten smashed. "Watch where you fall asleep, huh? That book's a killer." She stood up and began pushing her books back into her backpack.
"Sorry. Guess I was more tired then I thought." She looked slightly sheepish for being caught snoozing. "What are you still doing down here?"
"Bobby and I finally gave up on math."
"Oh. What math teacher do you have?"
"Beeninbowgin. He's as mean as they come." She nodded in understanding as she slung her bag over her back.
"I've got him too. Can't give you my opinion since I zoned out the whole period." I gave her a weak smile as I continued to massage my foot balancing precariously on one foot. "Well, um…catch you on the flip side."
She dashed outta the room leaving me to massage my foot, which I swore was now broken. I sighed as I picked up my own bag and slowly made my way up the stairs by myself.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Going back to faster uploads. Aren't you happy? Well, hope you liked it.
Okay story behind my new name choice. CIAgent Writer comes from what the sequel to this story will be about. Yes there's a sequel. I don't want to give to much away but the new name probably will anyway. Oh wells.