A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Being as quick as I am updating (sometimes :P)
I will post here the two problems that our favorite tutor has. If there are
not many reviews... then I will keep torturing him with the characters I
have. Mwahahaha. ;)
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XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS
TUTOR DOCUMENTS
TUTORIAL DIARIES OF: LOGAN, Logan
DAY 2
I really don't know how you managed this time, Chuck. This time it was not even a problematic kid. It was two! TWO! I make you know that I will need therapy when the term is over if things keep going like this. I will seriously lose it if all my pupils are as mentally unstable as these ones.
And for the last time: Keep Emma's trained bitches away from my girls. If Mulder girl chopped a piece of blonde hair off from Marigold Adams... she was looking for it. (And if someone mentions fetish with hair, heads will roll. IS THAT CLEAR ,SCOTT???)
PUPIL: JEKYLL, Théa
(Writing from the basement office... again. If you keep me in the basement any longer I will go X Files crazy- I think that dude in the series went mad because of being locked- and I will hang an 'I WANT TO BELIEVE' poster with the pic of an UFO.)
I sat bored like hell in my office again when Scott knocked on the door. I was about to yell 'None in here if you are Scott' but it was too late for that... since Jean was watching me again. Since I let go that freak Karen she'd be watching me ALL THE TIME.
''Come in.'' I said, desperately. ''In the last 24 hours someone had shaver Joseph's head. That meant that the kids would have quite a laugh for the next month. Didn't they ever give it a rest or what?
''I have someone who wants to talk to you.''
Big surprise, you know, when you think I am their tutor.
I sighed and banged my head against the table. Repeatedly. When I lifted my eyes Scott stood there with a funny look. I should have had a photo camera near. He was probably thinking I'd finally gone wacko and he and Xavier'd have an excuse to kick my hairy butt out of the school staff.
Keep trying pretty boy.
''What?'' I say, pretending not to know what his look was about.
''...'' He hesitates if he should take off now he still can or give me the damn news. ''Jekyll is here to see you.''
I see the girl come in with shiny eyes. Scott slams the door behind him. (Fearing for his life?) The kiddo, Théa, sits in the chair in front of mine. She has an innocent look... and I really think that she hasn't done anything and that Scott got her here just to piss me off.
''Ok... what did you do?'' I ask. I almost fear the answer. Actually, I DO fear the answer.
''Nothing.''
Ok, good try. But good girls are not dragged to my office by Scott. Actually, good girls are Scott's pupils, to start with. I will not repeat the question, I will not push it. I will just stare like an owl...
''I didn't mean to!'' She bursts out. Mwahaha, I am the best! Yay!
''Come on, Théa, what did you do?''
Now I recall, isn't Théa friends with Krazy Mulder? I will have to check it later. Maybe getting in trouble is a disease they pass from one to another?
''Well... there was this girl...''
A pupil from Emma. I can almost see it.
''... a pupil from Emma...'' Am I good or what? ''and she was being mean to us. So we decided to defend ourselves...''
''Define 'defend', please.'' I say, thinking that I know where all of this was going.
''Ok...'' She swallows hard. ''I was trying to get the off me when they surrounded me... and well, since I was on my own then and Karen was busy at the other side of the corridor, I could neither run or cry for help.''
''Understood up to there.''
''So when one of them rushed towards me, instead of getting out of her way or whacking her over the head...''
''Yeah?'' Uh-oh.
''I slipped and held onto her trousers to remain on my feet.'' Shit! That was the best excuse I have ever heard for undressing someone. (Would Scott believe that? ... Or would he whoop my ass?) Planning to find out.
''So you basically broke her trousers?''
''I ripped her trousers ...'' Tense silence. Bad sign. I have to hold myself before I laugh. ''... up to her ankle. And what was worse, along with the trousers I had grabbed her thong. So you can see it was quite a show.''
Ok, let's keep calm. I rise from my seat and swallow hard, I know I look as if I am at the border of asphyxia, but I have to hold on.
''I will explain to Emma that it was an accident.''
''Wow, thank you. I thought she'd kill me.'' She says with a smile. Ok... this one is not like Karen. This one has a crush on me. She flutters her eyelashes and waits for me to smile back at her. Something tells me she'll get into more trouble just to be able to sneak into here again...
When she leaves I wait. One, two, three seconds... far enough from me to not hear the howl of laughter. I will have to ask later if someone has the tape from the security camera. Damn, that must have been a good one...
Jean enters just as I try to bite my lower lip to suppress the laugh. Emma will be sooooooooooo mad. Her 'crème de la crème' students are her biggest pride. Just thinking about that makes me want to giggle even more.
''You just let ANOTHER one go without punishment???''
Shit, I kinda forget that girls come here to get extra work! Ooops?
But before I can explain her about what happened, she's already tossed me out the window. Again. Up, up... and down.
OUCH!
(LATER THAT DAY)
(Writing from the basement again with ice on my ass. That's where I landed this time. Already found an 'I WANT TO BELIEVE POSTER' and I hung it where everyone can see it. I am sure Scott will love the proof that I'm completely nuts.)
PUPIL: FAIRCHILD, Devi
Wait, didn't Devi mean goddess in don't-know-what language? Hmm... I will have to ask Jean later. (If she's gotten over the temper tantrum already.)
This time there is no need for anyone to drag the student inside. Actually, she comes on her own rushing and closing the door behind her as if she'd been chased by the devil. Maybe...who knows?
''Hellowhatsup?!'' She says, and sits down.
I notice that she is fidgeting with her hands, playing with a ring she wears and gazing around frantically.
''Ohniceposter.'' She says. Before I can say 'thank you' she is already looking at it from very close: two inches, to be exact.
''Devi...'' I start thinking that Devi means Goddess of Hyperness because right now that's how she behaves. ''Would you please sit down and answer my question?''
''Surewhatquestion?'' She bonks into the chair and stares at me for one second... then looks up at the ceiling.
''Devi. WHY are you so hyper?''
''Thatsadamngoodquestion.'' She answers, then notices what she is doing and tries to calm down. ''Well... you'll see. We were all together at lunch time, and we noticed that the coffee machine had been left open. I had a math test the next hour and wanted to be awake enough to pass.''
''A cup of coffee affects you like that?''
''More like... the whole tank.''
FUKKIT!
'' But I hadn't done anything yet, then.'' Apart from drinking about a pool of coffee... no, nothing. ''The problem came when I exited the test room.'' Uh oh. ''My friends had gotten me a huge ice-cream bowl and I swallowed it down at once... and that left me with a big empty bowl that I had to drop somewhere before my next lesson that was in five minutes.''
''And?''
''And...'' And I know this is the bad part because she goes red. ''And I didn't know where I was going or what it was, but I just saw something that would hold the bowl upside down and it fitted... so I dropped it there.''
''What was it?''
''The Professor's head.''
My eyes go wide as saucers and for a moment I think that if I don't laugh I will burst. But I don't. There is only one question in my mind right now.
''When did that happen?''
''About half a minute ago.'' That's all the answer I need. I head upstairs as if possessed with a photo camera in my hand and take the picture of the situation (with all the kids laughing included).
Devi had rushed behind me and she looks at me oddly.
''Go to your class, rush.'' I order, and she does so stifling a laugh.
And that's when I see Jean. In front of me. With her fist ready...
Uh-oh...
OUCH!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS
TUTOR DOCUMENTS
TUTORIAL DIARIES OF: LOGAN, Logan
DAY 2
I really don't know how you managed this time, Chuck. This time it was not even a problematic kid. It was two! TWO! I make you know that I will need therapy when the term is over if things keep going like this. I will seriously lose it if all my pupils are as mentally unstable as these ones.
And for the last time: Keep Emma's trained bitches away from my girls. If Mulder girl chopped a piece of blonde hair off from Marigold Adams... she was looking for it. (And if someone mentions fetish with hair, heads will roll. IS THAT CLEAR ,SCOTT???)
PUPIL: JEKYLL, Théa
(Writing from the basement office... again. If you keep me in the basement any longer I will go X Files crazy- I think that dude in the series went mad because of being locked- and I will hang an 'I WANT TO BELIEVE' poster with the pic of an UFO.)
I sat bored like hell in my office again when Scott knocked on the door. I was about to yell 'None in here if you are Scott' but it was too late for that... since Jean was watching me again. Since I let go that freak Karen she'd be watching me ALL THE TIME.
''Come in.'' I said, desperately. ''In the last 24 hours someone had shaver Joseph's head. That meant that the kids would have quite a laugh for the next month. Didn't they ever give it a rest or what?
''I have someone who wants to talk to you.''
Big surprise, you know, when you think I am their tutor.
I sighed and banged my head against the table. Repeatedly. When I lifted my eyes Scott stood there with a funny look. I should have had a photo camera near. He was probably thinking I'd finally gone wacko and he and Xavier'd have an excuse to kick my hairy butt out of the school staff.
Keep trying pretty boy.
''What?'' I say, pretending not to know what his look was about.
''...'' He hesitates if he should take off now he still can or give me the damn news. ''Jekyll is here to see you.''
I see the girl come in with shiny eyes. Scott slams the door behind him. (Fearing for his life?) The kiddo, Théa, sits in the chair in front of mine. She has an innocent look... and I really think that she hasn't done anything and that Scott got her here just to piss me off.
''Ok... what did you do?'' I ask. I almost fear the answer. Actually, I DO fear the answer.
''Nothing.''
Ok, good try. But good girls are not dragged to my office by Scott. Actually, good girls are Scott's pupils, to start with. I will not repeat the question, I will not push it. I will just stare like an owl...
''I didn't mean to!'' She bursts out. Mwahaha, I am the best! Yay!
''Come on, Théa, what did you do?''
Now I recall, isn't Théa friends with Krazy Mulder? I will have to check it later. Maybe getting in trouble is a disease they pass from one to another?
''Well... there was this girl...''
A pupil from Emma. I can almost see it.
''... a pupil from Emma...'' Am I good or what? ''and she was being mean to us. So we decided to defend ourselves...''
''Define 'defend', please.'' I say, thinking that I know where all of this was going.
''Ok...'' She swallows hard. ''I was trying to get the off me when they surrounded me... and well, since I was on my own then and Karen was busy at the other side of the corridor, I could neither run or cry for help.''
''Understood up to there.''
''So when one of them rushed towards me, instead of getting out of her way or whacking her over the head...''
''Yeah?'' Uh-oh.
''I slipped and held onto her trousers to remain on my feet.'' Shit! That was the best excuse I have ever heard for undressing someone. (Would Scott believe that? ... Or would he whoop my ass?) Planning to find out.
''So you basically broke her trousers?''
''I ripped her trousers ...'' Tense silence. Bad sign. I have to hold myself before I laugh. ''... up to her ankle. And what was worse, along with the trousers I had grabbed her thong. So you can see it was quite a show.''
Ok, let's keep calm. I rise from my seat and swallow hard, I know I look as if I am at the border of asphyxia, but I have to hold on.
''I will explain to Emma that it was an accident.''
''Wow, thank you. I thought she'd kill me.'' She says with a smile. Ok... this one is not like Karen. This one has a crush on me. She flutters her eyelashes and waits for me to smile back at her. Something tells me she'll get into more trouble just to be able to sneak into here again...
When she leaves I wait. One, two, three seconds... far enough from me to not hear the howl of laughter. I will have to ask later if someone has the tape from the security camera. Damn, that must have been a good one...
Jean enters just as I try to bite my lower lip to suppress the laugh. Emma will be sooooooooooo mad. Her 'crème de la crème' students are her biggest pride. Just thinking about that makes me want to giggle even more.
''You just let ANOTHER one go without punishment???''
Shit, I kinda forget that girls come here to get extra work! Ooops?
But before I can explain her about what happened, she's already tossed me out the window. Again. Up, up... and down.
OUCH!
(LATER THAT DAY)
(Writing from the basement again with ice on my ass. That's where I landed this time. Already found an 'I WANT TO BELIEVE POSTER' and I hung it where everyone can see it. I am sure Scott will love the proof that I'm completely nuts.)
PUPIL: FAIRCHILD, Devi
Wait, didn't Devi mean goddess in don't-know-what language? Hmm... I will have to ask Jean later. (If she's gotten over the temper tantrum already.)
This time there is no need for anyone to drag the student inside. Actually, she comes on her own rushing and closing the door behind her as if she'd been chased by the devil. Maybe...who knows?
''Hellowhatsup?!'' She says, and sits down.
I notice that she is fidgeting with her hands, playing with a ring she wears and gazing around frantically.
''Ohniceposter.'' She says. Before I can say 'thank you' she is already looking at it from very close: two inches, to be exact.
''Devi...'' I start thinking that Devi means Goddess of Hyperness because right now that's how she behaves. ''Would you please sit down and answer my question?''
''Surewhatquestion?'' She bonks into the chair and stares at me for one second... then looks up at the ceiling.
''Devi. WHY are you so hyper?''
''Thatsadamngoodquestion.'' She answers, then notices what she is doing and tries to calm down. ''Well... you'll see. We were all together at lunch time, and we noticed that the coffee machine had been left open. I had a math test the next hour and wanted to be awake enough to pass.''
''A cup of coffee affects you like that?''
''More like... the whole tank.''
FUKKIT!
'' But I hadn't done anything yet, then.'' Apart from drinking about a pool of coffee... no, nothing. ''The problem came when I exited the test room.'' Uh oh. ''My friends had gotten me a huge ice-cream bowl and I swallowed it down at once... and that left me with a big empty bowl that I had to drop somewhere before my next lesson that was in five minutes.''
''And?''
''And...'' And I know this is the bad part because she goes red. ''And I didn't know where I was going or what it was, but I just saw something that would hold the bowl upside down and it fitted... so I dropped it there.''
''What was it?''
''The Professor's head.''
My eyes go wide as saucers and for a moment I think that if I don't laugh I will burst. But I don't. There is only one question in my mind right now.
''When did that happen?''
''About half a minute ago.'' That's all the answer I need. I head upstairs as if possessed with a photo camera in my hand and take the picture of the situation (with all the kids laughing included).
Devi had rushed behind me and she looks at me oddly.
''Go to your class, rush.'' I order, and she does so stifling a laugh.
And that's when I see Jean. In front of me. With her fist ready...
Uh-oh...
OUCH!