The following takes place between seventh period and ninth period, on the day of the homecoming ticket sale. Right now, a boy named Grover plots the downfall of a classmate. My name is computer genius Vic, and this is the most interesting day of my life. (24 anyone?) Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Vic, Mr. Sanguis, or Grover. I will give anyone who guesses Mr. Sanguis's true identity correctly a piece of pie. -holds pie under your nose- smell it. Isn't it good? It's pumpkin...
Vic headed down the stairs to the tech ed lab, looking forward to his eighth period robotics class. Although he knew no one in his class, he still enjoyed himself.
As the stairs ended, Vic slid his backpack off his back and into his right hand. He tossed it on the shelves that bordered the doorway that led to the tech ed lab. Most of the class was assembled around these shelves, talking about the upcoming pro-wrestling match.
Vic entered the technology education lab, and continued on throughout the manufacturing lab, computer lab, and classroom until he reached the robotics room. He was the second person to enter the class. A very small, short boy that looked like an elementary school student was already sitting in his seat.
Vic muttered a polite, "Hello," as the boy looked his way, then sat down in his own seat, which was right in the front of the classroom.
The late bell rang, and all the other students who had been hanging out by the backpack shelves entered the classroom, noisily taking their seats.
"Everyone, quiet," Mr. Sanguis, the robotics teacher, entered the classroom, lugging a large and, judging by the way he was carrying it, heavy box. He set it down on his desk with a loud thump.
The talking died away slowly, and when it did, Mr. Sanguis began talking once more.
"Today we will start learning the rules necessary to build our robots," He said in a slow, calm voice. "This is very basic, but most of you will find it difficult. However, once you have memorized the rules, you will be able to construct almost any robot you can think of. But before we begin, let me show you some of the robots my previous classes have made."
He reached into the large box, and drew out something that looked like a mess of wires.
"This may not look very impressive, but I assure you, it is. The student who created this did not have enough time to properly finish it before the semester was over, so it was left without an exterior. When I press this button…" He trailed away, and pressed a small, black button that was on the side of the mass of wires.
A rumbling sound was heard, seeming to come from the center of the wires. A small light that had been placed beside the button lit up.
Vic smiled slightly as he watched this demonstration. He had been able to create things like that since he was in elementary school. The rest of the class, save the small boy, looked very impressed.
Mr. Sanguis showed them another robot, this one more complex than the last. This one was also just a mess of wires, but it was able to make noises, light up a light, and part of it could move.
Vic watched, almost bored, as his teacher showed them robot after robot, and almost fell asleep while learning the rules necessary to build a robot. When Mr. Sanguis caught him not paying attention, he asked Vic to close his eyes and read the rules aloud to the class without looking at his paper.
Vic stood up, turned his paper over, and recited the robotic rules perfectly. He did not miss a single word. He sat back down, feeling pleased with himself.
Mr. Sanguis looked suspicious, but did not say anything.
"Now, for our next class, you must know the rules of robotics for your quiz." There were groans from the boys in the back. "I expect all of you to score at least an eighty percent, or you cannot move on to the physical work. Vic, I expect one hundred percent from you."
"That's what I expect to get," Vic said quietly.
"What was that?" Mr. Sanguis took a step closer.
"I said that that's what I also expect of myself, Mr. Sanguis," Vic said, looking his teacher straight in the eye.
For some reason, Vic did not like his robotics teacher. He seemed to have a bad aura around him. He also seemed stuffy and the kind of person that would not help people if they began falling behind.
"So, how'd you cheat on the rules?"
Vic started. He looked to his left, and saw the small boy looking at him with an unpleasant sneer on his face.
"What are you talking about, man?" Vic frowned at the small boy.
"Come on, cludge-head. No one could possible memorize those in five minutes."
"I already knew them," Vic said, frowning at the name 'clude-head.'
"Sure you did," the boy sneered.
"I did," Vic said, so firmly that the sneer dropped off the boy's face for a second.
"Vic, Grover!" Mr. Sanguis barked. "Stop talking and listen to what I'm saying!"
Grover put his hand in the air as soon as Mr. Sanguis stopped giving them his order. Mr. Sanguis pointed to him.
"I would appreciate it, sir, if you would call me Gizmo," Grover said, putting an almost sarcastic emphasis on 'sir.'
"Very well," Mr. Sanguis nodded, crossing out something on a piece of paper, which Vic took to be Grover's – or Gizmo's – name on his seating chart. He scribbled on the paper for a second, then looked up, putting his pencil down, just as the bell rang.
The entire class, Gizmo among them, bolted out the door. Vic was left alone in the classroom with Mr. Sanguis.
"I am very disappointed that you would cheat on the first day you learned something," the teacher said before picking up his heavy box of robots and walking into the next room.
Vic frowned. He had a feeling that his robotics class was not going to be as fun as he had hoped.