Heeheehee! ^_^ Randomness is fun! Especially when it's randomness in my school! ...heehee! I don't own David Eddings, Bevier, Mr Lawson or indeed any of my classmates. Or else things would be VERY different! I would be their queen! XD Or not lol. I guess I kinda own the mad spell thing Bevier put on me... *gasp* I own something? Yay! *dances*

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Okay, first period! Art. Good, 50 minutes to get my head straight.

Bevier!

Yes, My Lady?

Please don't do that again.

What?

The...taking over my body-type-thingie-ma-jigger!

I was only looking after your well-being.

He sounded huffy.

Well, just, please don't? Just watch. Right?

...very well.

Thank God.

...what?

Nevermind....

For the next few periods Bevier stayed true to his word, which was good. Of course, it didn't stay that way. (AN: Mwuhahahahaha- *cough cough choke* x_x).

~*~

I sat exchanging pleasantries with the girl next to me in our Biology class, when there was a sudden ear-splitting crash from the door. The entire class jumped and looked at the doorway, where our teacher, Mr Lawson, stood with his fist still clenched and the file cabinet still vibrating.

"Shu'rup ya rabble!" he growled in his deep, gruff voice.

The entire class as one straightened their backs and gazed at him with the utmost attention. Then, as he went over and sat down, we started to quietly chat agin.

"Shu'rup or I'll give you a punnie!" (A "punnie" is a punishment exercise, lines, whatever you want to call them.)

He grumpily flicked through the register.

"Kylie"

There was silence.

"Which one?" asked Kylie. (AN: Mr lawson calls both Kylie and Cheidhle "Kylie"..o.o dun' ask me..)

"I don't care!" he exclaimed in his southern English accent (That's like Somerset english, not posh english).

"Anyway, Rebecca!" he called out, continuing down the register.

"Here"

"Alec"

"Here"

"Haystacks"

"Here" sighed Jonathan

"Fiona!"

"Here!"

"Kirsty!"

"Here!"

"The Budgie!"

"Here!" said Sanna

"Mark!"

"Here!"

"Nicola!"

"Here!"

"Motor-mouth!"

"Sir!" cried out Cheidhle again in annoyance.

"Shu'rup, Motor Mouth! I'll put you in silence!"

She let out a huffy gasp.

"Cara and Chiara!"

"Here!" giggled the two of them from in front of me.

"And Marjory." (Well, it sounded like "Maaaaajuree" cause of his accent . )

"Here!" I called out.

"Now," he thoughtfully tapped the sheet in front of him "We have a test in Feeding today."

There was a general groan as Mr Lawson wandered around, handing out sheets of paper and smirking evilly.

What ill-mannered person is this?

Shhhh! It's my Biology teacher!

"Question one!" my teacher barked "What is aerobic respiration?"

Easy!1 Maybe today won't be so bad after all.

~*~

"Question nine! What is the start of the digestive track?"

Aha! The mouth!

"Here's a clue, I'd like to punch you in it."

As I started to write "mouth" I was stopped.

No! That's not the right answer!!

...huh?

You don't punch someone in the mouth! You punch them in the stomach! The answer is stomach!

But...

Stomach is the correct answer!

Uhh...okay...

I hastily scribbled out "mouth" and wrote "stomach" instead.

~*~

I ended up getting almost full marks. Just one wrong.

"Question Nine: the answer is mouth!" Mr Lawson said, yawning.

............... ( I didn't need to even say anything.)

Well, he wouldn't last very long in a fight. Who ever heard of punching someone in the mouth? (Bevier sounded defensive, but he also sounded very deeply irritated. probably at Mr Lawson's lack of fighting knowledge.)

I sighed.

~*~

What do you have next?

Oh, P.E.

Ah. What's P.E.?

Physical Education.

....?

Sports, like running and swimming and stuff.

Isn't it rather hard to run around in a shirt and tie? (AN: Damn school uniforms! . I have to wear a tie! Everyday!)

We don't wear our uniforms for P.E., we bring shorts and T-Shirt and have to.....oh crap!

I stopped in the middle of the corridor (causing several neds to start swearing before shoving past me) and let out a strangled moan. I should have remembered I had P.E. today! Bevier hadn't said anything, I think his brain seized up. Probably in shock.

Well, I could have dogged P.E., but I've never skipped class, and I wasn't about to, thank you very much! That left, well, going into a room full of undressing girls with a man in my head. Damn it, why is nothing ever easy!?

Outside the door I stopped.

I'm not going in there!

I have to! It's my class!

I managed, with great effort, to jerkily grab the door handle and push open the door. Then, resisting the urge to bolt in the opposite direction (and then probably to bolt to the nearest chrch to pray for forgiveness) I shuffled into the changing room. My face immediately turned scarlet and wwith lowered eyes I walked to the corner of the bench. Now, have you ever tried to undo a tie and unbutton a shirt with your eyes closed? It's bloody hard! Especially when you have to hang them up on a peg as well!

"Marjory, are you feeling okay? You look feverish."

I opened a single eye to glance at my teacher, Mrs Minto, and then snapped it shut again. My blush, if anything, deepened.

"I'm fine!" I choked out, almost tripping up trying to get my leg out of my trousers.

"Why have you got your eyes shut?" now the sympathy was out of her voice and there was just exasperation.

"Uh...uh..."

This is NOT proper!

"I'm not saying that!"

"Not saying what?"

"Uh.. nothing."

Say it goes against your religious beliefs!

No!

"Marjory!"

"Yes, Mrs Minto?"

"Why have you got your eyes shut?"

"Umm...the lights are too bright in here! They hurt my eyes! Maybe you could turn them off!"

YES! Turn them off! Please!

"Marjory, don't be silly. The lights are as bright as they usually are and you've never had a problem with them before. If you have an eye condition I'll need a note from your parents."

With that she wandered away to call the register and I managed to finish getting changed. On the bright side, at least we were only doing Soft Ball (Kinda a variation of base ball) this session, and not swimming. That would have been pushing Bevier's sanity (and my modesty) too far.

~*~

"Next to bat!"

I wandered over to home base.

"Okay, I want to apologise in advance for getting the team out!"

"Marjory!" Mrs Minto scolded, "You're being negative! Hit that ball to the housing estates!"

"Uh...I'll try"

Aye right, Like I'm sooooooo going to be able to hit the ball over three football pitches and the road!

What's the aim of this game again?

You have to hit the ball as hard as you can and run round past all those hoops on the ground and the other team try and get you out.

.....why? What's the point in running in a square?

I have no idea, but it's easier than gymnastics and more interesting than table tennis, so I'll not complain.

Lauren Ross threw the ball towards me and I swung and missed.

"Strike one!"

You missed.

I know. I suck at this.

I beg your pardon?

I'm not that good at this.

She threw again, I missed again.

"Strike two!"

You keep missing.

You're putting me off!

Lauren threw the ball agian.

Here, let me.

As the ball came, Bevier brought the bat swinging round and walloped the ball. It made a dull thunk sound and flew right up into the air, across the diamond, and just missed Alistair's head. Alistair, as in, my friend who was fielding over two football pitches away.

Wow. You're good. That was a belter.

I suddenly realised that my team had been screaming for me to run for the last minute, and as the opposite team ran to get the ball, I skipped daintily from base to base with a huge grin plastered on my face. Okay, maybe having Bevier in my head at P.E. wasn't the worst thing that could happen. I could get used to changing with my eyes shut. Maybe.

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Okay, eight, I think tht this chapter was weaker in some bits, so I apologise for that. Ehh.. I'm glad I finally finished it ^^;;, so read and review (and thanks to all those lovely people who have reviewed so far, I love you all, you're just pure mental by the way!) (I love ned talk XD )

Oh yeah, I recommend reading my friend Wren Da'ar's fanfic "Oh What A Knight!". I really love it and not just because I'm one of the main characters! ^_^ It's really funny and you should read it, along with her other fanfic "Demon Singer" which is also really good. Okay, I'm done! =D