A/N: Okay, what do you call a fly with it's wings off? A walk! Ha, ha. Get it? My Physical Science teacher told us that. Sorry. Anyway, here's chapter 6, as usual, review replies are at the bottom.

Okay, folks! Ready or not, here comes chapter 6!

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Chapter Six: Professor Rotwood

I am walking through school. Rose approaches me and says, "Hey, Jake, do you have any secrets you want to tell me?"

"No," I reply truthfully. "I'm just a normal 13-year old boy."

"Good," replies Rose, "because I really like you-"

"I like you too." I take her hand, and then-

THWAK! I jumped up, heart beating wildly. I was staring right into the face of...Professor Rotwood. "Mr. Long," said my teacher, clearly aggravated, "you were sleeping in class again, were you not? Why?"

"Well, um, Mr. Rotwood, there's a simple explina-"

I stopped short, seeing Rotwood's face go red with anger.

"Uh, I mean Professor! Professor Rotwood!"

"Mr. Long, I think I am an adequate teacher, no?"

I was very tempted to say no, but heldback, knowing the trouble it would cause me. So instead I said, "Yeah."

There was a snort from the back of the classroom. "Ha! Long is a teacher's pet! He actually said that Professor Rotwood is a good teacher."

I glared at Brad, who had made the remark. Rotwood glared at him as well and said, "Mr. Brad-I would not have Mr. Long as a pet even if my life counted on it. He is disrespectful and rude, and he cannot stay awake during my interesting lessons. Back to work!" Then he told me, "I'm watching you!"

I knew that my face was bright red. Not only did Rotwood inturupt the first good dream I'd had in a long time, but he embarrassed me in front of the whole class. I took a deep breath to calm myself and remembered my meeting with Victor this evening. He might be able to help me!

A/N: Okay, that chapter was like major short, but the next one should be longer (and hopefully more interesting). It will cover what happens when Jake meets Victor. Anyway, stay tuned, please R&R, and chapter 7 should be here soon...PS-Me and my friend Rebecca were having an interesting discussion after History today: what if you faked your own death, and then at your funeral, when someone was leaning over to look at you for the last time, you opened your eyes and said, "Hello, nice day for a funeral, isn't it?" You would probably scare the person out of their wits. Then my friend Cindy added that that is how you get people sent to the nuthouse. Sorry, that was totally off subject, but I thought that it was pretty interesting and funny. Anyway, please read and review, and i'll update asap!

~Emachinescat ^..^

Review Replies:

To CelloSolo2007: Thanks, I'm glad u like it. Thanks for reviewing. Love, EMcat.

To Fuddog: Ah, very good idea/observation. Who knows? Maybe he is, or maybe he's just a real friendly leprechaun guy that wants to help Jake. I guess you'll just have to wait and see. Anyway, I'm glad u like it...and were you serious about that plushie or not...'cuz if you are, I would like to know where I could get me one...anyway, I hope you enjoy the story. Love, EMcat.