This chapter is going to start off a little…different compared to Mrs. Rose's class. A tale of…well…tailies! Read and Review, thanks to all who did!
Mr. Bernard's class was not quite as difficult as he was lead to believe. Each of the parents had met with him last week, explaining how their children behaved. With the assistance of Mr. Locke, maybe this class would not be as hard as he thought.
So the day began for Pre4 B as a talking circle, where the children would stand and introduce themselves. So now, Mr. Bernard urged the students to start.
"Let's see here…How about you start, Shannon?" he suggested, as the little girl stood up. Wearing a pink dress with white shoes, her blond hair tied in a matching bow.
"My name is Shannon…I'm five years old and like ballet. My daddy gave me ballet shoes too," she stated, pointing towards her Dora the Explorer backpack with the girl on the bag in a princess costume with her…monkey-thing. Mr. Bernard smiled warmly, motioning for the boy next to her.
The boy had dark, curly hair with a tan spider shirt and white trousers. He looked rather shy, but it was likely for the following he was about to say. "My name is Sayid…I like planes and radios," he said, his accented tone making the other children giggle. He flushed red, having not ever liked his voice.
The next child stood up, having dark brown hair and blue eyes, with striped shirt with shorts that looked like swim trunks. "I'm Boone…I like tennis and water… but I DON'T like getting in trouble…SHANNON," he exaggerated his step-sister's name, sticking his tongue furiously out at her. The girl looked appalled, wanting to slug him but realized that it was not lady-like.
"I'm going to get you, BOONE," she snapped back, as Mr. Locke quickly touched her shoulder.
"Now, Now, sweetie, how about we go get you a treat to make you feel better?" he asked, trying to persuade her not to pounce on the boy. Her whole demeanor changed immediately, as she nodded quickly.
"I'd like a cookie, Mr. Lockey," she replied, as he escorted her to the other side of the room. Mr. Bernard sighed in relief, motioning for the next child to stand up. He was a scraggly little boy, having spikey hair and bulgy eyes that slightly frightened the teacher.
"I'm Ben. I want to take over the world," he said calmly, as the girl next to him looked up in awe.
"Me too! I want to take peoples' babies and give them good homes!" she replied excitedly. She had on a white dress shirt with jeans, her blond hair tied back into a neat ponytail. "By the way, I'm Juliet."
Mr. Bernard sat there, in shock. "Too much sugared breakfast cereals I guess. How about you, Ana Lucia?" he asked, looking over at the Hispanic girl.
She wore a black tank top with jeans, and her dislike of school was clearly showing. "Fine. I'm Ana, and I like guns and stuff…I wanna be a cop like my mommy," she stated monotonously, not used to sharing her views.
"Good, a girl wanting to be like her mother. How about you, Libby?" he suggested. The girl stood up, her curly blond hair around her shoulders with a brand new blue dress.
"I'm Libby. I want to help people," she said quite clearly, as the teachers exchanged glances of surprise.
"Oh, really? How, darling?" Mr. Locke finally said, as she kept her intelligent gaze on the table nearby.
"By reading their minds," she replied curtly, as Mr. Bernard bit his lip. "Uh… Interesting…"
The next boy stood up, having his gaze focused on Mr. Bernard. "I am Eko. I want to be a priest," he stated firmly, his behavior of his future showing. The ocean-look he was pulling off with a sailboat shirt with a silver cross around his neck seemed slightly off to his wanted profession.
Mr. Bernard currently thought this was the only normal child right now. The last was a little boy with darker hair that was fluffy, but not like an afro.
"I'm Michael, and I like blocks," he answered without either of the teachers having to say anything. He had a box of Legos nearby, almost itching to start playing right then. Mr. Bernard let out a sigh of relief, glad that this was now over.
"Splendid to meet all of you. How about we go out for some recess?" he suggested, needing a break from all of these…strange… children. The children let out whoops of laughter, as they each tore off towards the yellow and blue playground.
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