Chapter 4: No-nonsense Followed by some Flirting

We almost didn't make it in time. We arrived with a precious few seconds left. Miraculously, there were three seats left in the front of the room. We took them. We had just took our backpacks off and sat down when the bell rang and the teacher walked in. She had blond hair and earth red colored eyes. She turned to the class and started off with some odd questions. "How many of you read books over the summer?" Al and I plus more than half the class raised their hands. "Good. Much better than the earlier classes. How many pages a day do you think you could read a day, at max?" Several raised their hands. One girl with fluffy hair and in desperate need of a make-up artist said she could read 20 pages a day. She seamed really proud of that. A smart-looking girl with glasses that sat behind me said she could read 250 pages a day. Most of the boys said less than 50, while most of the girls saying they could read about 75. Only a few students (Al and I included) said they could read over 100 pages a day.

Miss Hawkeye seamed rather pleased. "We will be reading novels, short stories and poems all year long." She said in a casual tone, "Who is happy about this?" Only my little brother, the girl behind me, and one girl that said that it depended on how interesting the book was raised their hand. Most of the boys moaned. "If you don't stop moaning about my decision boys, you will have to write essays every week." She said, giving us boys a cold glare. Envy turned around and yelled "So shut up and be quiet!" to the class. Most people snickered. "Why did you do that?" She said in a cold tone. Envy looked Miss Hawkeye right in the eye and said, "I don't know about the other students, but I sure as hell don't want to write a essay every week for the rest of the school year." Some girls gasped because of the language he used. Some silently cheered him on, happy that he stood up to the teacher. She smirked. "I like students that speak their minds" she said, and started to write on the board. Envy, who had been holding his breath, slumped in his chair, happy to have avoided trouble.

"I have compiled a list of books that we will be reading for the rest of the trimester," She said, calculating the average amount of pages the class said they could read a day, "The list consists of ten books, and you are to choose four of them." She said, reaching for a pile of papers on her desk. Miss Hawkeye gave each student one. Al raised his hand. "Miss Hawkeye?" He said, slight desperation in his voice. She turned to face him. "What if we've already read all the books on the list?" Two other girls shouted "Yeah!" at the same time. Miss Hawkeye smiled. "Then you have a head start. I hope you don't mind reading them over again?" The three of them shouted "No Ma'am!" looking rather happy. I read the list. I had read over half of it. I quickly picked four of the books. Envy stared blankly at the list, then turned to the girl sitting behind him.

She had long, curly blond hair and green eyes. She had a HUGE pink bow in her hair and she was wearing a poofy pink dress. "Excuse me, I haven't read any of these books before. What do you recommend?" The girl blushed slightly. "Well, The Outsiders is wonderful, but a little sad. Never Cry Wolf is a real story about a man researching wolves. To Kill a Mockingbird is set awhile ago, but is very inspiring, and Cannery Row is very funny, but filled with meaning." She nodded as if telling herself that they were good books. He filled out the list. "What's your name?" he said, pulling a small, battered notebook from his backpack. "It's Samantha." She said, herblush deepening. Envy smiled as he flipped threw the notebook, trying to find a page with no writing. "That's a good name." He said as he wrote 'The girl that sits behind you in LA's name is Samantha." She blushed even more deeply and I rolled my eyes. They stopped on the notebook when I saw what Envy was writing next. 'Your best friend's name is Edward and his little brother's name is Alphonse. DO NOT FORGET THAT!!!' He nodded and put the notebook away.

A wicked grin spread across my face. "Congrats on spelling my little brother's name right." I said. The little color in Envy's face drained out of it. "Oh man, it's not like I would forget or anythi-" I cut him off. "I'm just teasing you." He sighed. Two boys came around and picked up the lists. Miss Hawkeye called us up one at a time to get our books and a syllabus. I looked at mine. "HOW many words is the book report supposed to be?!?" I hissed a little louder than I wanted to. Miss Hawkeye gave me a rather cold look as the bell rang and we left class. "See you at lunch!" Al shouted as he ran off to his next class. "Ok, looks like its time to meet Mr. Car." Envy said as we walked over to Mr. Mustang's classroom.

Us students had been sitting quietly in our seat for quite some time now, waiting for our teacher to appear. Suddenly, a man with short black hair and matching eyes strode into the room. I could tell that he was really ticked off, but he put on an indifferent act and said good morning to the class. Then, he smiled. I hated him already. I hated him even more after everyone got tossed around because all the girls where pushing and shoving to get to the front of the class. Envy watched in shock. "They're worse than the boys!" He hissed in my ear. Oh crap! I forgot to warn Al about Miss Lust's class... I told Envy this. He hummed the funeral march. Let's just say that this didn't make me feel any better.

Mr. Mustang seamed to enjoy all of the girls fighting over him. He had this wicked grin on his face. "He is a pervert." I whispered to Envy. "Totally." He hissed back. Mr. Mustang heard us. "What are you two boys talking about." He said, that evil grin never leaving his face. I don't care HOW much trouble I'll be in; I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. "Oh, Envy and I where just talking about how much of a pervert you are." I said in a nonchalant tone. The girls stopped fighting and froze. "How can you say that?" He said, His tone was indifferent, but his hand was shaking in rage. "Well, aren't teachers suppost to stop fighting and not just stand by and watch?" I continued.

The classroom was as quiet as a crypt. His hand stopped shaking and he smiled smugly at me. "What's your name?" He said in an over polite voice. "Go to hell." I replied in the same overly polite tone. That was the last straw. The insults flew across the room like a trapped and frantic bird. The heads of the students in the classroom snapped back and forth from speaker to speaker. Envy shifted nervously next to me. I was so glad Al wasn't here or he would try to stop me from continuing to insult that teacher and probably try to make me apologize or something ridiculous like that.

Then, the bell for lunch rang. "I want to see you after school, blond brat." He said, pointing at me. If I was drinking something, I would have spat it out all over the place so I wouldn't choke. Choke on my laughter, that is. "Go to hell bastard." I said over my shoulder. "Sorry, but your going to be going there tomorrow." was his smug reply.