Tamalle': Hello once again to my corner. Please, feel free to give me
flamers... I need a good laugh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Life as a God Son
Chapter 4: My Teacher
Disclaimer: Though I hate to admit it, I don't own any FOP characters, just Mitchell, because he IS me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mr. Denzel "Crock-pot" Crocker, the school nutcase, slid into the classroom.
"Hello fishes," he hissed. "Right now, we are going to be learning History today. The History of... FAIRY GODPARENTS!" As usually expected of him, he twitched whilst saying those magic two words.
"Pst, Fiona!" whispered Mitchell. He gave her a note. While she read over it, she let out a soft "Aww!"
'Hey, guess what? I think I won't kill myself. Thanks to you I can't die. Thanks a lot Fiona! ^.^
Love,
Mitchell
She reread the note. She smiled at him, staring into those eyes.
"Hello what do we have here?" An inhuman growl echoed above her. Fiona look up, greeted by an ice-cold stare. Mr. Crocker snatched the note away; reading it while at the same time going back to his desk.
"Hey, guess what? I think-AHHHHH!!!!" Out of nowhere, the note busted into flames, burning the evil teacher's hands.
Fiona looked around, seeing who wished for that. She was met by Timmy's broad grin.
//Thank God that you have Cosmo and Wanda! Thank you sooo much, Timmy!"
//Don't mention it//
//Thanks, I guess// Mitchell joined in.
//I know you guys don't want the whole would to know yet//
//How did you even know?// Paled Fiona.
//I have my sources//
"Everybody stare at the board while I go and chip off the dead skin."
Mitchell and Fiona glanced at each other.
//You know what that means?// He thought, grinning evilly.
"Excuse me," she said, trying to avoid stepping on the people rolling on the floor laughing at Crocker. Mitchell followed, suite.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tamalle': Just think, you have been reading this fic for 'bout 5 minutes. I feel giddy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Life as a God Son
Chapter 4: My Teacher
Disclaimer: Though I hate to admit it, I don't own any FOP characters, just Mitchell, because he IS me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mr. Denzel "Crock-pot" Crocker, the school nutcase, slid into the classroom.
"Hello fishes," he hissed. "Right now, we are going to be learning History today. The History of... FAIRY GODPARENTS!" As usually expected of him, he twitched whilst saying those magic two words.
"Pst, Fiona!" whispered Mitchell. He gave her a note. While she read over it, she let out a soft "Aww!"
'Hey, guess what? I think I won't kill myself. Thanks to you I can't die. Thanks a lot Fiona! ^.^
Love,
Mitchell
She reread the note. She smiled at him, staring into those eyes.
"Hello what do we have here?" An inhuman growl echoed above her. Fiona look up, greeted by an ice-cold stare. Mr. Crocker snatched the note away; reading it while at the same time going back to his desk.
"Hey, guess what? I think-AHHHHH!!!!" Out of nowhere, the note busted into flames, burning the evil teacher's hands.
Fiona looked around, seeing who wished for that. She was met by Timmy's broad grin.
//Thank God that you have Cosmo and Wanda! Thank you sooo much, Timmy!"
//Don't mention it//
//Thanks, I guess// Mitchell joined in.
//I know you guys don't want the whole would to know yet//
//How did you even know?// Paled Fiona.
//I have my sources//
"Everybody stare at the board while I go and chip off the dead skin."
Mitchell and Fiona glanced at each other.
//You know what that means?// He thought, grinning evilly.
"Excuse me," she said, trying to avoid stepping on the people rolling on the floor laughing at Crocker. Mitchell followed, suite.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tamalle': Just think, you have been reading this fic for 'bout 5 minutes. I feel giddy.