It was a normal school day, like any other one you could think of. Nothing
big had happened; it was only first period, who could start a riot or a
stampede this early in the morning? The students were seated quietly at
there desks, wishing that it was a Saturday, and that they could be lying
in their beds, sleeping in. Many of them just sat there, eyeing the door
and wishing the teacher would walk in, and then drop dead. Some of them
were busy reading some dusty books that no one dared to touch. And the
rest were asleep, catching up on the sleep they missed getting up today.
The door made a click noise, and the teacher walked in, carrying the usual briefcase. Her hair was done up in a tight neat bun on the crown of her hair, and she wore horn rimmed glasses, looked like something from the sixties. She had a lady like business jacket on, with a brown matching skirt, which fell to her knees. Gently, she placed her briefcase down on the desk, and snapped it open. Only a couple of students had looked up to see what was causing all this clicking noise.
She then pulled out a few documents, a pen, and set them down on her desk. Then, as if afraid she would wake up some of the students, she quietly walked to the front of her desk. Now, she had gotten the attention of most of her students, except for the ones who were sound asleep. This is what annoyed her the most. The students who were up and fully aware that she was in the class room, closed there eyes and covered there ears. They knew what she was going to do, and they didn't like it one bit.
The teacher held open her arms, and opened her mouth as if she was ready to scream bloody murder, but not a word was spoken through her red as an apple lips. The students who were sleeping, suddenly heard a high screeching noise, like one of a banshee. The students suddenly bolted up, with their hands over there ears, and their eyes closed tight.
The teacher than brought her arms down, and grinned. The students sat up straighter than usual, and brought their full attention on her.
"Thank you for finally noticing my entrance." She said quietly, but the class caught every word of it. She walked back behind her desk, and pulled out a piece of chalk from her briefcase.
"Today, unlike the last we have had, we are going to see how well you've become accustomed in learning your, abilities." She smirked at the end of her sentence, and wrote a couple of names down on the board. The class was eager to find out who would be performing first, because everyone knew the first person, always got the best mark.
Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you about this school. It looks like your ordinary school, with students no smarter than a frog, and teachers more evil than the devil. It had a lunch time bell, and an end-of-the-day bell. It had a name, and a flag, and a principal.
But, the strange thing about this school was, it had special students. The students had special, lets say, ohhh, powers. Each and every one of them had something unique about him/her. Now, back to the class.
The teacher put down her piece of white chalk, and moved back to the front of her desk. Eyeing a couple of students, she then read the names loud and clear, without taking a second glance back to her board.
The students whose names were called go up from there seated positions to stand before the class. They all looked like your everyday students. One of them was dressed in short pink skirt, and a white blouse. One of the boys was dressed in a baggy pair of jeans, and a green shirt.
But there was something about these students that set them apart from everyone else.
"Lorie, please demonstrate what you have learned so far." The teacher said plainly and quietly, although Lorie heard her perfectly.
Lorie was a quiet student in this class, although she was one of the most important.
She closed her eyes softly, and imagined. Slowly, she began to transform. Her attire suddenly changed from an every day kid, to a goddess looking outfit. She wore a white silk dress, and her hair changed from the messy bun, to a long wavy flow of brown hair, that hung to her shoulders. Although she wasn't a goddess, she was close to one.
Wings sprouted from her back, and her long white dress glowed. She put her arms in front of her, and some kind of big ball appeared in her white/tanned hands. It glowed grand colors. She suddenly opened her eyes and smirked. Her eyes were a different color now. They were a golden white color.
The teacher looked pleased.
"Thank you Lorie, can you please tell the class who you are?" asked the teacher, folding her arms. Lorie nodded.
"I am Lorenthie, daughter of God." She said plainly. Although most of the class treated her like a normal kid, she was practically the most important there. The daughter of God wasn't literally the blood and flesh of the almighty self, but a select angel of God, that acted just like a daughter would.
Lorie didn't like to be referred to as the daughter of God, but she liked to be treated as one. She was a popular girl, but didn't talk much, and she was most defiantly one of the most pretty girls in her class.
Next was a young boy. He looked no older than Lorie, and wasn't near as important as her, but would soon become one. Lorie stepped to the side to let the young boy take her place. He looked at the teacher for permission, and looked back at the class.
He placed his hands together, and mumbled an ancient spell, that would obviously transform him into whatever he was. Suddenly a green light engulfed him. The class gasped, and several girls closed their eyes. He reappeared, this time in a different outfit once again. He wore a green pair of pants, with a green cloak over top, and some lush decorative designs along the trim.
He the let his arm fly above his head, as if he was pulling on a string, he brought it down. But as he was pulling it down, a sword appeared from out of nowhere. He then pointed it at the class, and drew two fingers up from the opposite hand holding the sword.
"Excellent. Jason, may you tell the class who you are?" the teacher asked, apparently pleased with his performance. Jason nodded, not taking his eyes off the class.
"I am Jaruthelin. Grand, grand, grand son of Merlin. I am a wizard." He said with full confidence. Lorie only covered her hand with her mouth and sniggered. Jason averted his eye from the class and eyed her. He and Lorie had been rivals since the first year, and they never agreed on anything, ever! Jason growled mentally and ignored Lorie. The only reason they were both rivals was because of her, Upper status. She was an angel, and he was a wizard, they did not get along very well.
The last person to go, wasn't at all important. She was a fairy, and fairy's were always known to make mischief and break a lot of things, so once the girl had transformed she was ordered to change back, although Lorie and Jason were still the same.
"Wonderful, you may all sit down, and also, please change back, I don't want anybody flying around in here!" the teacher said practically to herself. She was about to start up on another lesson, when there was a knock at the door.
TBC.
Devils_apprentice252: mmm, my name is too long, need a smaller one, got clues?
K-bunny: no idea, how about Stupid_freak? Sounds good ne?
Devils_apprentice252: how about Lola?
K-bunny: don't care, well never care!
Lola: shut up!
K-bunny: I would.. but, having.. Problems.. Stopping!
Lola: freak.*to myself*
Marikssss: would ya'll stop, your giving me a killer head ache. Lola: any WHO! Like I said, TBC!
The door made a click noise, and the teacher walked in, carrying the usual briefcase. Her hair was done up in a tight neat bun on the crown of her hair, and she wore horn rimmed glasses, looked like something from the sixties. She had a lady like business jacket on, with a brown matching skirt, which fell to her knees. Gently, she placed her briefcase down on the desk, and snapped it open. Only a couple of students had looked up to see what was causing all this clicking noise.
She then pulled out a few documents, a pen, and set them down on her desk. Then, as if afraid she would wake up some of the students, she quietly walked to the front of her desk. Now, she had gotten the attention of most of her students, except for the ones who were sound asleep. This is what annoyed her the most. The students who were up and fully aware that she was in the class room, closed there eyes and covered there ears. They knew what she was going to do, and they didn't like it one bit.
The teacher held open her arms, and opened her mouth as if she was ready to scream bloody murder, but not a word was spoken through her red as an apple lips. The students who were sleeping, suddenly heard a high screeching noise, like one of a banshee. The students suddenly bolted up, with their hands over there ears, and their eyes closed tight.
The teacher than brought her arms down, and grinned. The students sat up straighter than usual, and brought their full attention on her.
"Thank you for finally noticing my entrance." She said quietly, but the class caught every word of it. She walked back behind her desk, and pulled out a piece of chalk from her briefcase.
"Today, unlike the last we have had, we are going to see how well you've become accustomed in learning your, abilities." She smirked at the end of her sentence, and wrote a couple of names down on the board. The class was eager to find out who would be performing first, because everyone knew the first person, always got the best mark.
Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you about this school. It looks like your ordinary school, with students no smarter than a frog, and teachers more evil than the devil. It had a lunch time bell, and an end-of-the-day bell. It had a name, and a flag, and a principal.
But, the strange thing about this school was, it had special students. The students had special, lets say, ohhh, powers. Each and every one of them had something unique about him/her. Now, back to the class.
The teacher put down her piece of white chalk, and moved back to the front of her desk. Eyeing a couple of students, she then read the names loud and clear, without taking a second glance back to her board.
The students whose names were called go up from there seated positions to stand before the class. They all looked like your everyday students. One of them was dressed in short pink skirt, and a white blouse. One of the boys was dressed in a baggy pair of jeans, and a green shirt.
But there was something about these students that set them apart from everyone else.
"Lorie, please demonstrate what you have learned so far." The teacher said plainly and quietly, although Lorie heard her perfectly.
Lorie was a quiet student in this class, although she was one of the most important.
She closed her eyes softly, and imagined. Slowly, she began to transform. Her attire suddenly changed from an every day kid, to a goddess looking outfit. She wore a white silk dress, and her hair changed from the messy bun, to a long wavy flow of brown hair, that hung to her shoulders. Although she wasn't a goddess, she was close to one.
Wings sprouted from her back, and her long white dress glowed. She put her arms in front of her, and some kind of big ball appeared in her white/tanned hands. It glowed grand colors. She suddenly opened her eyes and smirked. Her eyes were a different color now. They were a golden white color.
The teacher looked pleased.
"Thank you Lorie, can you please tell the class who you are?" asked the teacher, folding her arms. Lorie nodded.
"I am Lorenthie, daughter of God." She said plainly. Although most of the class treated her like a normal kid, she was practically the most important there. The daughter of God wasn't literally the blood and flesh of the almighty self, but a select angel of God, that acted just like a daughter would.
Lorie didn't like to be referred to as the daughter of God, but she liked to be treated as one. She was a popular girl, but didn't talk much, and she was most defiantly one of the most pretty girls in her class.
Next was a young boy. He looked no older than Lorie, and wasn't near as important as her, but would soon become one. Lorie stepped to the side to let the young boy take her place. He looked at the teacher for permission, and looked back at the class.
He placed his hands together, and mumbled an ancient spell, that would obviously transform him into whatever he was. Suddenly a green light engulfed him. The class gasped, and several girls closed their eyes. He reappeared, this time in a different outfit once again. He wore a green pair of pants, with a green cloak over top, and some lush decorative designs along the trim.
He the let his arm fly above his head, as if he was pulling on a string, he brought it down. But as he was pulling it down, a sword appeared from out of nowhere. He then pointed it at the class, and drew two fingers up from the opposite hand holding the sword.
"Excellent. Jason, may you tell the class who you are?" the teacher asked, apparently pleased with his performance. Jason nodded, not taking his eyes off the class.
"I am Jaruthelin. Grand, grand, grand son of Merlin. I am a wizard." He said with full confidence. Lorie only covered her hand with her mouth and sniggered. Jason averted his eye from the class and eyed her. He and Lorie had been rivals since the first year, and they never agreed on anything, ever! Jason growled mentally and ignored Lorie. The only reason they were both rivals was because of her, Upper status. She was an angel, and he was a wizard, they did not get along very well.
The last person to go, wasn't at all important. She was a fairy, and fairy's were always known to make mischief and break a lot of things, so once the girl had transformed she was ordered to change back, although Lorie and Jason were still the same.
"Wonderful, you may all sit down, and also, please change back, I don't want anybody flying around in here!" the teacher said practically to herself. She was about to start up on another lesson, when there was a knock at the door.
TBC.
Devils_apprentice252: mmm, my name is too long, need a smaller one, got clues?
K-bunny: no idea, how about Stupid_freak? Sounds good ne?
Devils_apprentice252: how about Lola?
K-bunny: don't care, well never care!
Lola: shut up!
K-bunny: I would.. but, having.. Problems.. Stopping!
Lola: freak.*to myself*
Marikssss: would ya'll stop, your giving me a killer head ache. Lola: any WHO! Like I said, TBC!