OMG, thanks to everyone who put me on their faves and alerts! Eep! Me happy, wah! (/immiation of a furby – belongs to furbies.)
I had one once.
Don't ask.
Also – I have no idea, being 13, what a job interview is like, especially one for a teacher… so… just skip that part… :( Shifty eyes
Disclaimer in 1st chap.
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'Told you she was desperate,' said the boy. 'We've got no writing teachers left at all.'
'You know what this means, Aiden?' said one of the girls.
'What, Riley?' asked Aiden.
'Revamped timetables,' Riley rolled her eyes. 'Since Mr Noir has to teach someone, they'll have to redo the timetables all over again so those who chose creative writing in their electives can actually do creative writing.'
'Mr Noir looks a hell of a lot like Legolas from Lord of the Rings,' pointed out Jade.
The four teens that Legolas had been following that morning were sitting underneath a tree at lunch. Despite being surrounded by a city on all sides (after the high walls), the school's garden was quite beautiful and unpolluted.
The last boy laughed at Jade's last comment. 'You're obsessed with LOTR,' he said.
'Well,' said Jade. 'I'm not saying he is Legolas, Cody, I'm just saying he-'
'I get the point,' said Cody. He bit into his sandwich, and continued eating.
'We'll probably have our new timetables at the end of the week, hopefully,' said Riley.
'We have homerooms this year, so we don't have to go to any other rooms,' Jade tossed her hair to get rid of a random fly that had lodged itself in there. 'All they have to do is randomly insert Mr Noir in there.'
'Not that simple, Jade,' said Cody. 'The lower years don't have homerooms, you know.'
'Speaking of higher years – we've got school certificate this year,' said Riley.
'OH CRAP!' said Jade.
'You,' said Riley. 'Me. Study. Saturday mornings.'
'Awww.'
'You want to fail?'
'No.'
'Good. Then – you. Me. Study. Saturday mornings.'
'Fine!'
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Meanwhile, Legolas was learning about the system of the school, having been – to his enormous surprise, as well as the surprise of everyone else around him – actually accepted.
He also had to learn about electricity and modern times. He used, "I came from somewhere far away where these mysterious things were none in quantity," as an excuse, something which only increased Jade's suspicions when she found this out.
The deputy principal was telling him about the school.
'There are two parts of the sleeping quarters,' he said. 'Where the girls sleep and where the boys sleep. Each dormitory is locked each night tightly and a teacher of the same gender sleeps nearby in a separate room, since this is a boarding school. Do you need to pack your things?'
Legolas needed to think of an excuse quickly! 'I… lost my possessions…' was all he could come up with.
'House fire?' asked the deputy principal.
Um… 'Yes,' replied Legolas.
'What about insurance?'
What was insurance?
Seeing the puzzled look on Legolas's face, the man said to him, 'Don't you have insurance, back where you come from?'
'Ah… no…'
The man shook his head. 'Well,' he said. 'I'll show you to your room.'
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Finally, the new timetables had come. Legolas noted that on first period Monday, he had class 10A in room 24. He had passed room twenty-four earlier on Saturday, so he knew where it was. He gathered the books he knew he would be needing (he had 7C in room 65 in second period), and set off as soon as the bell rang that morning.
After a few minutes of pushing his way through crowds, Legolas finally managed to arrive at his classroom.
His first lesson was about to begin, and it wouldn't only be the students learning.
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'See?' pointed out Jade. 'He looks like Legolas!'
Cody squinted at "Mr Noir", also known as Legolas. 'He does, actually.'
'I wish Aiden took creative writing, he'd love to see him!' said Riley.
As Legolas placed his books on the table, the room went quiet. Legolas wasn't as nervous as he had expected, since he had been watching other teachers teach, but to finally be behind the desk himself.
'Good morning class,' he said, resisting the urge to bow like he would at Middle Earth.
As he had expected, the class echoed the greeting back at him. 'Good morning Mr Noir.'
'Firstly,' began Legolas, an image of one of the teachers he had helped taking the class forming in his mind. What did that teacher do first with each of his classes at the beginning of the year? He asked them about their feelings about the subject, that was what he had done. 'How many of you feel passionately about writing?'
About half of the class's hands went up.
'And the other half of you, how do you feel about writing?'
Silence, but one brave student slowly raised her hand.
'And what's your name?' Legolas asked the student.
'I'm Mariah,' she answered.
'How do you feel about writing?' he asked, procrastinating the actual learning as much as possible.
'I feel it is more of a hobby,' she said. 'To me, at least. I can live without writing in my life because I have plenty of other hobbies.'
'That'd be right,' muttered Jade under her breath.
'Thankyou, Mariah. And those who raised their hands to my first question – why do you feel so passionately about writing?'
Jade's hand was one of the first to shoot up.
'And what's your name?'
He sounds like Legolas as well. 'I'm Jade,' she answered the elf. 'I feel the way I do about writing because it sharpens our observation of the world around us, and it feels like being a god because we are creating things, and it also makes reading books by other people more enjoyable.'
Legolas was slightly startled by how Jade felt. At Middle Earth, writing was simply passing down tales, not making up new ones, and the latter wasn't as important there as it seemed to be here. Songs, however, were a different matter.
'And how many of the rest of you think the same way Jade does about this?' he asked the class, pretending to recover quickly.
About a quarter of the class raised their hands.
Legolas went on questioning the class about this, but finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang, but before she left, scruffy Jade got a good look at her teacher.
'If it weren't impossible,' she said to sceptic Riley. 'I'd say he was Legolas.'
Cody, who had overheard, guffawed at this. 'Yeah,' he said. 'I believe you!'
'It's the lack of drama in her life,' said Riley. 'I'm sure.'
Finally, once the classroom was empty, Legolas left as well.
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There's chapter 3, yay! Don't worry, I'm going to make sure this is more centred around Legolas rather than the OCs he teaches, but they're still important in future chapters. R + R. Sorry for the lack of humour in this one!