Greenwood High
Lemony sat at his desk, with his feet resting on the lid. He leaned back, and caught the beautiful sight of the afternoon sunlight, as it caught the beautiful Beatrice on the back of the head. Lemony didn't like science. There were only two things in the world that could get him through it.
1. Beatrice was nearby and he liked Beatrice.
2. English was just afterwards and he liked English, admittedly not in the same way.
Lemony also didn't like his science teacher. The old teacher had had an accident involving a helicopter and a bag of potatoes so they were stuck with a crazy substitute. Who didn't seem to like Lemony. He was tall and thin and had a greedy look in his small beady eyes. He reminded Lemony of an older, sinister version of his older brother Jacques. He also didn't like the fact he had just walked in to the room.
"Hello class." He said in his cold I'm-plotting-something voice
"Hello Professor" they half-heartedly said back
"Tut, tut, tut!" The Professor tutted, sitting down at his desk "Now I am going to take the register!" he smiled, patronizing the whole room, "I will call out a pupil's name and they will reply with the word 'here' followed by my name," (although they had known how to take a register for over ten years,) "I will start with no particular person and continue in no particular order," (although Lemony knew it would start with him, and so it did)
"Snicket, Lemony."
Lemony glared at the man sat in front of him. He stared back. He knew Lemony didn't like him, and Lemony knew he knew Lemony didn't like him, but Lemony also knew that he would leave Greenwood High in a year or two and would never have to deal with this awful man again. Or he thought he did. Somehow, this man seemed to say, 'I'll be watching you. It doesn't matter where you go, I'll always be there.' But still Lemony knew that he had to give in. The Professor still had power over him but he wouldn't have power forever.
Lemony sighed. "Here, Professor Olaf!"