A Break
Vyvyan woke up on the floor with a pounding headache. His vision was blurry and his right arm was numb… A hangover was his first guess. He then heard screeching voices in his head… Only to find out he was still at B.S.L.
Kids were still leaping around creating destruction in their wake. Vyvyan was certainly not in the mood to let loud headache-inducing children to run rampant.
"Shut up, you little bastards!" he shouted back. Everyone froze and fell silent. He took a deep breath before he continued "Look, I want you all to shut your little gobs, get back in your seats and be quiet until I say so!" He spat. At the level and fierceness of his voice the kids fumbled to their seats, tripping over each other as quietly as they could. It was dead silent afterwards.
Chuffed with his show of authority and respect he gathered in return, Vyvyan sighed happily and leaned on the table. He had an idea on how to conclude the history lesson.
"Right, then," He began "Now let's start with who was the first person to exceed the most debts recently?"
One or two hands went up. He pointed to Scott… The small one "Jimmy Toxxen."
"Yeah, what else is he famous for?"
Hands went down and no body answered.
Vyvyan smirked realizing he knew something others didn't "He was also famous for the most insurance swindles ever recorded." He paused to think "Now, what about the most thickest idiot that ever lived? Personally I think it's Rik who's a bastard I have to live with… But who's the one that is mentioned in the Daily Mirror Book Of Facts?"
No one replied.
"Don't know?" he invited an answer but was met with silence "I'm beginning to think it might be you lot, well it was Mickey Kouyn or more commonly known as 'Thickie Mickey.'" He wrote it on the board in rather downward writing "But his daughter Sue Kouyn, was the inventor of those little pieces of wood that go under doors to keep them open… She called them 'Boar Moppers' but people who didn't lack common sense called 'em 'Door Stoppers'."
It was very unlike Vyvyan to speak so rightly and civilized when usually he was a noisy git.
"Why are we being told such crap?" Kirstie asked Sam who shrugged in reply "Ask him."
"Alright, as long as you tell me where you threw my bag later." Sam sighed
"Yes, I will." Kirstie replied in a way which sounded sarcastic but meaningful at the same time.
Sam nodded, unsure of her friend's thoughts and put her hand up.
"What do you want? I'm trying to teach!" Vyvyan protested. This lifted a few sniggers, which silenced with a look from him.
"Why are we learning such meaningless history? Not that I'm the one to complain, I hate history and I would be glad to listen to pointless babble to waste all lesson, and I'm sure everyone else does too," she gestured to the whole class "Alas, my friend Kirstie would like to protest against your methods and wishes to learn proper history." She smirked at Kirstie.
Riled, Vyvyan growled "Alright then, we'll move on to reading page fifty to one hundred and two in your books." Everyone groaned and glared at Kirstie "Get to it!" he added. Everyone reluctantly but hastily opened their books.
Pleased by this, Vyvyan smiled and pulled out a chair to sit down on. However, just as he began to sit down the bell for second break sounded. Kids jumped up and flooded out of the room in a roar, engulfing him in a wave of tumbling kids.
When they had disappeared around the corner, Vyvyan stood and dusted himself off. He needed some raw tea. But the only place to find that was in the staff room. He sighed, no reason to run from the inevitable.
Miserably, he began his ascent of the many stairs into the primary section to the staff room.
On his way up he heard someone crying. In his instinct he ignored it and tried to hurry so he wouldn't be caught and have responsibility shoved in his face. He wasn't a packhorse for burdens. But, deep down he knew this was not to be.
A primary kid of about six ran to Vyvyan with a runny nose and crusty eyelids, typical state of a six year old. In a last desperate attempt to escape responsibility, Vyvyan tried playing dead. He threw himself forward on the floor with his tongue hanging out. The kid stood and watched him, still crying and not moving.
An ant crawled onto Vyvyan's tongue and decided to go into a biting frenzy. His eyes widened and he started shouting loudly and running up and down. He was cursing only it was unrecognizable due to his tongue already swelling. The child laughed as he tired and started puling at his tongue. The ant went flying and Vyvyan's tongue was red raw.
As he calmed he noticed the kid again. Having no choice he grabbed the snot covered hand and pulled the kid to the nursing office which was directly opposite the staff room.
Bubbles came from the kid's nose and he kept sneezing as he cried and wiped his saliva on his arm now and then and that caused Vyvyan to grimace.
He reached the door and knocked while wiping his hand on it in an attempt to smear the slimy goo onto the door. His tongue had gone down but was still big and throbbing. The nurse opened it and greeted the crying child but couldn't help giving Vyvyan a look.
"Come in." she said. She pointed Vyvyan to the sink and comforted the kid on a long cushiony bench. Vyvyan didn't hear the conversation but it was short as she asked him to come over and hold a thermometer in the child's mouth. Unsure which way it went in he tried his luck and shoved it in.
"The degrees should be increasing, tell me what number they are when you hear it beep." She called from a cabinet.
"Uh… Well it don't look like it's working." He shook it hard and therefore shaking the kid as well. Suddenly, the six year old turned green and as the thermometer beeped, he puked all over Vyvyan's jeans. He jumped back and began cursing wildly.
A while later, after being told off by the nurse but then getting himself cleared up. Vyvyan exited the nurse's office with a slam. At least he didn't smell of puke and his tongue wasn't so bad. He walked over to the staff room.
He gulped and muttered to himself "Ugh… Socializing…" he shivered. However, he gathered his confidence and entered.
The room was big and had comfortable blue sofas in the middle with a coffee table amongst them. An elevated extension of around about the same size as the main room, connected by two steps, spread out to the left and had chairs with fridges next to them along with vending machines and coffee makers. Paintings lined the blue walls and windows let light flood in.
Teachers talked and gossiped about their classes. They gave Vyvyan a look of disgust and shuffled away slightly as he took his seat and continued their conversations. He looked from person to person, happy that they were ignoring him. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. He leaned forward to the coffee table and grabbed a tea bag and bit it. Finally, raw tea. This made his fellow tutors move hastily away in alarm.
He sat back and relaxed, putting his feet on the table marking it with left over puke and mud.
A woman came over holding a scroll of paper and had a visitor badge pinned on her cardigan "Hello, you must be the substitute for the class 8ME… Is that right?"
"No, no, it's 8VB." He joked.
She laughed and it wasn't even half-heartedly "Well, I have some news about the class's tutor. It appears he's not going to be able to relieve you of your teaching job for sometime."
Vyvyan's heart sank, he's barely survived today how long can he withstand the heavy burden of actually educating overly ecstatic and constantly hyper children? He felt like breaking down in tears but she continued and he brightened up.
"But this means you will be getting your salary everyday because we all feel sorry for- I mean because we all feel you deserve it with all your hard work." She nodded with a smile and left.
The bell for the next lesson sounded ten minutes later… and Vyvyan realized that the next lesson was none other than Science. He smiled evilly and ran off to find S.P.G.
I felt this was rushed………… But hey, I'm on a canal boat surrounded by Herons flying all over the place… okay… I lied about being surrounded by Herons but I have seen 8 in the last 3 days so… in ur faces! mwahahaha