Oh my god, I sound like a geek.
It's not my fault, but yesterday we had a substitute. Old guy, spots on his head. He said that the actual teacher would be here today, the second day of school. Tuesday. And I heard from the teachers that the guy was wild. Well, not wild, but a lot of words with many syllables that were basic synonyms for insane. Like how his teaching methods were 'utterly preposterous' and 'ludicrous'. And I don't mean the rapper. Teachers who are bad in the eyes of other teachers are wonderful in the eyes of students.
I have decided that until further notice, this class will be one of my favorite subjects.
The bell rang, meaning it was time for first period. I, of course, was already waiting at the classroom for lack of anything better to do.
The History teacher opened the door, almost crushing me and mumbling a short apology, and posed with his hands on his hips, looking at the small group of freshman staring at him.
"Ah, so this is my first class, eh?" He said in some strange mix of English and... Canadian 'eh's.
I stared at him with a raised eyebrow. He looked like... Johnny Depp. Only with very subtle differences. Like his lack of glasses, his young age, eyeliner. His hair was as perfect as Johnny Depp's, but his smile had a few silver teeth. He wore a loose white button up shirt and black denim jeans with shiny shoes and a few bracelets on his hand that looked old. Real old.
"Call me Mr. Raven." He said with a grin.
Great! Two attractive male teachers. I'm loving this school already.
I was pathetic, wasn't I?
The students made their way to any seat they wanted, some eager and some already hoping that the day was over. Guess what category I fell into?
"Class, we're going to be taking a look at.." He paused for dramatics, sauntering to the front of the class with ease, "Pirates."
I wasn't the only one who broke out into a grin.
He didn't do much but talk the entire time. Sounds pretty boring, but he had a way of making things interesting. He started ranting on about Captain Jack Sparrow, one of the 'greatest pirates to sail the ocean' and making all these insane hand gestures. No, he didn't flip everyone off multiple times. He just waved his hands alot.
At the end of class, he said something about a field trip near the end of the year. Sounds promising.
Gym class. Second period. Big waste of time. All of those are different names for the same thing.
I don't like the uniforms. At least in middle school the shorts were black even though the shirt was bright yellow. Kind of like bumble bees. Now it's light blue and white.
Gym didn't separate students by grade. They just put them in a big giant classroom and had Coach Boomer order us around. Right now I was hiding in a corner with a basketball, trying to look like I was busy when I wasn't doing anything at all.
"Hi! Sorry we got off on the wrong foot yesterday, I'm Layla!" I stared at her blankly. Red hair, green clothes. Reminds me of Batman. Poison Ivy.
"You don't strike a memory."
"At lunch."
"Oh, you're hippie girl who was sitting too close to the patriotic boy to be just friends." I said, remembering her, "What do you mean wrong foot? I just couldn't stand looking at Wonder Glow and All-American boy. You're okay."
"Great! Do you want to eat lunch with us today?"
"If I get sunglasses. I think I'll eat with antisocial boy again."
"Really? I don't think he likes you that much. When I asked him about you he threatened to roast me alive."
"That's not very nice."
"That's exactly what I said. Do you mind if we're partners?"
"Sure, I don't know anyone else and we have to partner with someone from a different class or whatever."
"As in I'm a sidekick, you're a hero?"
"Yeah. It's pretty dumb though, if you ask me." I said as we started throwing a basketball back and forth.
"Basketball?"
"No, this whole sidekick and superhero thing. They're only exaggerating the lines that separate normal students today.
"But at the same time they claim to want nothing more than happy children who are friends with everyone."
"It's a flawed system." The two of us said in unison and I smiled.
"Let me guess, you have awesome powers but you refused to show them, in which case Boom Boom sorted you into the sidekick class?"
"Yeah. I tried to explain to him that I only use my powers when the situation demands it, but he wouldn't listen."
"Right on." I smiled. The hippie wasn't so bad after all.
Lunchtime. The time that's crucial for people who want to be popular. As in not me. They have to worry about where they sit, whether the people around them are "good enough" for them. It's all a load of... what's the funny word that sounds like relish? Oh yeah. Rubbish.
I already knew where I was going to sit, and I didn't care what people thought about it, including the person who I was going to sit with.
Antisocial boy was already sitting in his spot when I sat down across from him smiling. He groaned before continuing on with his book. It was weird how he didn't eat. Was he anorexic? He was too muscley to be anorexic. But was he really muscley? He was wearing a baggy black shirt with a leather jacket, he wasn't exactly shirtless. He could just be bulging with fat in places where muscle should be.
Discarding thoughts of possible muscular fire starters, I took a bento box out of her backpack and a pair of blue chopsticks, immediately digging into my food. I don't trust those "Hero Burgers".
He stared at me strangely and I frowned.
"What? It's soboro. Want some?" I offered my chicken filled chopsticks to the sneering pyromaniac.
"How do you cook?" I gave him my best are-you-stupid look and smiled.
"Oh, first I let the rice soak in water for awhile. That's the key to the best sticky rice. Leave it for about twenty minutes and it'll be perfect. Then, when that's cooking-"
"I meant how can you cook when you're afraid of fire."
"I have an electric stove. And I don't barbecue."
"So what happens when you see a fire?"
"The hobos suddenly become cold while I run away screaming like the maniac I am." I sneered, taking in more mouthfuls of egg.
I took this time to look at him, really look at him, and saw shoulder length hair with a few red streaks running through it. Before I thought it was just black, but if you really stopped and stared you could tell it was just really dark brown hair. Usually I sneered at big foreheads, but it seemed to suit him. At least he didn't have overwhelming eyebrows to match his big head. He had dark enchanting eyes with flecks of brown shining through his hair. I had a feeling that it wasn't bulging fat that looked like muscle, but actually muscle that the shirt would show whenever it moved against him. So he was lean, but in shape, extremely in shape.
Dang, he's hot.
"What are you staring at?"
"Nothing. Just studying my opponent."
Author's Note: 'Ello! I don't know what classes they actually take in Sky High. I know Mad Science, and Gym, but do they take any other classes? Do they have electives? The only classes I made up so far were just because I, myself, want to take those classes in real life. History is taught by Captain Jack Sparrow, in case you didn't figure that out.
So, gimme ideas on what classes there should be and who they should be taught by. Should Math by taught by a skinny man with long furry spider legs coming out of his back with bottle cap glasses?