Hey folks, Ran here. Sorry I haven't been updating my....account of absence. I decided to work on this a little more. And I'm just getting over Nov. 3rd, I'm sending this in from a Spa I'm currently in thanks to a friend of mine. Anyway, this is the next class. I won't say much, but I think it was easy for me to do this one. I decided to use my tail as a finger too *laughs*. Anyway...enjoy.
Chapter 4 The Next Class
As soon as I got out, I had to perch my back against the wall. The hall was filled with so many students. Being of many sizes of course, there were really long and big ones stalking around. I didn't want to end up in the mess, so I got my self on the wall and up onto the ceiling.
"(Jeez can they just build more schools or something!?)" I thought as I tried to remember where I was going now. "(Uh...English....A-1)" I remembered. I forgot to note I took a peek at the school's map when I was in the main hall. Remembering what it said, I had to get to the third floor.
I took off as fast as I could. Couldn't be late now could I? Anyway, I took to the stair case I used and took flight. I noticed no one was coming yet. They were more concerned about talking with other people or using pranks or something else like that. Having no interest, I continued. I stopped at the door and pushed it open with my hand. Bouncing my right limbs and tail on the door, I got through. Taking a look around, I could only find two or three monsters around. I got my feet onto the floor and fixed my pack, making sure nothing was open. I took a moment, then slowly began walking.
I took a look to find which class was mine. "(Why do they even have letters?)" I thought, thinking of how the school board does things like that. "Here we go". I found it. I took in yet another breath. Two out of five that Sullivan will not be in here. I was about to go....that is before...
"Ow!" I grunted, feeling someone grab my tail. "Well if it isn't Lizard Boy". I thought at first that it was either Sullivan or Wazowski, but then again they don't sound female, which would be kind of funny heh heh.
I looked behind me to see Percy. I gulped, hoping I didn't do anything to make her....unnatural. She kept a hold of my tail, not wanting me to move I guess.
"Uh....hi Percy....." I shuddered. "Don't you hi me!" she said, waving her other fist in my face. She yanked my tail, making me yelp a bit. She let go and moved in front of me. I gritted my teeth to forget the pain.
"Eh...Ow...." I mumbled. Percy, like always, mistaken that I said something about her. She grabbed the strap of my book bag and pulled the front of my body near her face. I could only smile, hesitatingly.
"You say sometin!?" she said, raising that lucky fist or hers. Now, if I was what I was in the movie, I would've given her a good double right hook. But all I could do then was....
"Uh no Percy....I...I wouldn't.." I said, hesitatingly. Believe me. You couldn't help but be like that around her. She once got Waxford a good five-eye punch, he was out of school for five days, one for each of his eyes. Been afraid every since of her, especially his mom. Why do you think he didn't want to be a scarer? He didn't want to go through her mom. Sheeesh.
"Listen you sack of scales, I want you to do something for me...." she said. I was surprised. She never asked me to do something for her. Maybe I would get something out of this. "Uh.....I'm listening..." I said. "Lunch is up after this, and I want to give Celia a good makeover....all you have to do is....distract her...." Percy said. I know she didn't mean that literally. If I didn't do that, I would find my eyes in my mouth. So I had to. "O...Ok..." I said. I really didn't have anything against Celia. Plus....it wouldn't hurt if Percy did everything....would it?
"Well good......You do this and I might think of letting you off this year..." she said in a scratchy voice. I swear she eats ruffled chips everyday. Just like Wazowski. "Uh.....thanks" I said. She took a moment before letting my strap go. Taking a moment, she took the handle of the door and opened it. Not knowing how the door opened.....I knew now. The door hit me right in the face, making my fronds also hit the glass. Percy hardly noticed me as she closed the door. I was glad I didn't have a nose, it would be broke right about now.
Having not expecting it, I could stand. I fell to the floor on my stomach, my fronds falling onto my eyes. "There has to be a better way to negotiate..." I mumbled.
I got up, a little shaken, and opened the door. In side, I could see Percy talking to the teacher. Must be telling her that she's on the class list. I could then see someone was already in the room. I couldn't help but....try...to grin. It was Jaime Waxford. He seemed concentrated on his book he had on the desk. Well actually, Waxford was reading one of his many comic books. He always hid them in the books we were issued. Now, many of you might not know this, but Waxford DOES have a mouth. Its just about his tentacles. It always made me wonder if Waxford had a Trent for a grandfather or something.
Anyhow, about him. Waxford was a coward. I was braver than him for sure. He just was plain scared of Percy. He had eye problems, like me, but worse. That's why he chooses to stay at the front. Me and him got along alright. Not friends, just acquaintances.
Percy finished and walked by Waxford. "Hey Wax face" she said as she passed him. Waxford sprang to attention and hid his eyes under the table. Percy musta thought he learned his lesson, she moved to the back row and sat in the seat way behind Waxford. I shook my head at the sight, also trying to straighten my head. I walked in, seeing Waxford still hiding and Percy looking through her bag.
I got a good look at Rebecca. She had no legs, nor no arms. Wonder why? Rebecca was a Beholder. No, its not a monster that is forced to be holding something, heh heh....get it? Ok....
Anyhow, a beholder was a monster that looked like a floating eye. The whole front side of her was a purple colored eye. Her back was almost like a mold like color, with spines. Around her sides were twelve other eyes, almost like Waxford's. One, with its tentacle wrapped around it, was writing on the board with chalk. She was indeed floating in mid-air. It was easy to see why she got this job. Beholders were GREAT at listening and seeing. I'll learned a little about them last year. They could spot someone moving in the distance that no one else could even find. It would be easy for her to find someone to get in trouble.
I slowed my pace. Having suction cupped feet as well, I guess she couldn't hear me. "U...." I started. She spun around and had her eye to me and came right up to me. Apparently she did have a mouth just below her eye.
"What? You another student or what?" she asked. Jeez, must be related to Percy or something. Sheeesh. "Uh yeah I am...Ra...." I began again. "Did I ask your name?" she asked, seeming frustrated. "Uh no but I assumed that..." I began....again. "Assumed what? That you thought I was gonna ask your name?" she asked. Boy, she loved asking questions. I just kept quiet. She reached over, with one of her eyes, and took in a clipboard on her desk, placing it in front of her eye, holding it with the other.
"Name" she said. "But I was just going to tell you th...". Can't I just finish one sentence!? "Name I said" she called. "Randall Boggs....." I said, sighing in relief that she let me finished. "Oh good....another victim of my class" she said, placing a smile on her face. "You cause trouble boy?" she asked me. "Uh...no..." I replied. "Well I'll be the judge of that....can't trust everyone...even if you look like a good kid" she told me. I wanted to smirk, but decided not to. "Take your seat, and if I were you...." she began, placing and eye behind my back. "I would stay away from that student....". Her eyes looked over at Waxford.
Now I get. She seems to like the troublemakers. I think. She pushed me forward. Guess I'll take my seat then. Trying to be a little smart, and to help out poor Waxford, I went over and sat by him. Another reason was.....just to get smart to Ms. Crawler hehehe. I never really liked being near others, but being near the front helps my vision. That and that I won't be in the back with the "childish" students.
Now I know you all remember how Waxford was SO afraid of me when I questioned him that time. Well honestly.....he's just a plan coward. You could see how week he was when he gave.....him....a "high-eye".
Anyway. I could see Percy was already busy trying to find her music player. I turned back, not wanting her to see me. Crawler was busy still writing on the board. I turned to my side to see Waxford still hiding under the table. Jeez what a baby. Might as well tell him Percy's gone. He was shaking. I placed my left top hand on his back.
"Hey Waxford, she's gone...." I told him. He shakily rose and laid back in his seat, thankful. "Oh thanks Randall...." he said. Yeah, he knew me. "Come on Waxford, why do you have to be such a coward?" I said. "Tell me one guy who doesn't get afraid of that!" he told me, pointing back. I looked back at Percy. She was eating lunch early, taking a huge bite out of her millipede sandwich. I gritted my teeth and we both turned our heads to each other.
"No argument here" I replied. Guess he was right. Waxford sunk back into his seat. I did too. The door opened and we both picked our heads up to look. Nicholas Schmidt. You probably don't remember him very well. Long legs and hands. Eyes at the top of his head, mouth just below it, and fully red....or pink...your call.
Nicholas was one of Wazowskis "fans". Always laughed at his jokes, no matter how stupid they were. He was great at getting out of situations. Such as when he got a friend in the medical department and got a day off work. Had the excuse too.
He was a fun guy through, didn't have anything against me. Made me laugh a few times. He came over and sat in the seat diagonal of Percy. Next up was Sanderson and Ricky. Ricky came and sat in the desk to the corner of my left. And Sanderson took the seat behind him, making sure to walk over the door rim. Nuts, I wanted a take two ha ha.
Coming up next is someone you probably won't see. David Strife. He was reptilian. Almost alligator body. A short head, blue eyes, spines down his back. His neck formed into his body, which was dark green scales with sliver specs, which went down to his short legs and ending with his large tail. He was almost the same size and height of me. He also had five...well I guess you could call them fronds. But they were thin, almost as thin as hair, and we're curved down in front of his left eye.
I didn't know Strife well. He wasn't connected with Sullivan or Wazowski. He was more of a mystery to us all. He seemed more like the quite sort, always did his work and didn't fool around. Hmph...seems like all us reptiles are tied to wanting success. Anyway, he was ok with me. He came over and sat beside me, fitting his tail through the hole, and placing his hands together on his book.
Strange as it may seem, I couldn't help but be....a little confused.
Anyhow. Robert "Dentures" Peterson was next. You all know him of course. Peterson always had candy bars for lunch. That's why we called him Dentures sometimes. He had to get them for his teeth. On account that he had bad breath and his teeth were falling out.
He was a friend of Sanderson. Peterson was an ok guy. Always helped Sanderson sometimes by helping him with "accidents".
Anyway, he came and sat beside Sanderson. Always the friend. Well....small class, maybe this won't be so bad. Remember my luck? Good, then your paying attention.
I placed my hands behind my head. "Easy street" I whispered to myself. And what do you know.....
The door burst open and there was....
"And that street just got pot holes" I whispered to myself in frustration. "The party has arrived!". Wazowski. Yep. There he was. The green oval of comebacks. The monster that no one can defeat in a conversation. I grabbed Waxford in my hands and shook him. "Just kill me! Kill me now!" I whispered loudly. Waxford just stared. "Well well.....looks like your with me Lizard Boy". I turned my eyes to the left. Wazowski right in front of me. I let go of Waxford and stared back. "Don't think you can trip me this time Wazowski...." I said. "Oh that's too bad.....I enjoyed it" he retorted. He walked, more like strutted, to the back row. When he was in the middle of the room, he noticed Percy. "Well if it isn't the olive now" she said. Thank you Percy. Wazowski put on his cowardice. He moved over and sat in the seat three seats behind and one seat over from me. Remember what I said about her being able to get everyone?
Thankfully Sullivan wasn't here. Guess the board thought the two together would disrupt classes. Crawler seemed finished, turning her eyes to us.
"As you know class, I'm Ms. Crawler...." she said. Duh. "I will teach you everything you need to know in this class about English...but first....I want to go over the rules of this class" she said. Every English teacher. Blah blah blah. After that she gave Ricky, David, me, and Waxford papers to pass back. "Eh..." I began. Strife took the one that I had to pass back to Percy. "I'll take care of it" he said. He got out of his seat and headed back, setting the paper on Percy's desk. Percy was listening to her music at the time. He came back and sat beside me.
"Thanks" I said. "Don't mention it" he said, acting as if it was a simple thing. After a few more blah, Crawler gave us each a "get to know" type of form. You know, one of those that let the teacher know more about you. Ok lets see.
"Favorite music.....blues, jazz....Clubs or After School Activity's.....none" I whispered to myself. In about a couple minutes I was done. So was Strife and Waxford. Peterson and Sanderson were talking together. Percy was moving to the beat of her music and writing squiggles. Nicholas and Ricky were thinking of what to put next, and Wazowski was busy was busy looking through his Scare Cards. Yes, there are cards of scarers in our world, just like baseball players in your world. The rarest of them all was Fangs McDonald. One of Wazowski's goals in life, as he's told over a thousand times, was to get that card. Hmph, some goal. Its a 1 out of 8000 chance.
Anyway, the teacher seemed busy also. About a half an hour later, she was done what she was doing and passed out the many forms you would get in every class. What you will need, sections of the class, things like that. I had all I needed. I was set up when I began school to have everything I'll need till the end of it. That way my "caretakers" won't have to take care of it. I placed down the papers into the back at my side. I zipped it up. Not much work there a?
I turned back to Wazowski, who was scrambling through his bag at the moment. I thought he would be doing something too. Him and Sullivan haven't done anything.....well I wouldn't say extreme, but.....you know.
I decided to keep it at the back of my head, as I placed it on my hand. I tapped my left hands on the desk as I awaited the bell.
Short class? Hey, I'm speeding things up for ya. Don't want this to be boring.
Waxford was comfortable enough to start reading his comic book again. Strife was looking through the papers we were given. Everyone else was doing the same thing. Bingo. The bell rang. I grabbed my bag as Waxford hopped our of his seat and grabbed his bag, seeming to want to get to class early. Strife was taking his time, seeing Peterson, Anderson, Ricky, Wazowski, and Nicholas heading out. Percy just noticed what was going on and packed up her stuff.
I got up and headed out, Strife behind me. I had lunch in the middle of the day. So it was up next. "See you at lunch..." Strife said, heading off. "...Yeah" I replied. It wasn't what Strife said that got me worried, its what I thought about. I was thinking about what Percy said. What was going on in that devilish mind? Well.....I'm about to find out....and it ain't pretty.
Not much, but I got more coming. Yeah, believe it or not, I would've been the better person in the future if it weren't for all the abuse and all that...."demoting" stuff, such as my boss. Anyway, tell me what you think. I've been having a hard time since the...."anniversary" of my......absence.
