Yeah, chapter 2 baby! Sort of boring but hey, it's only chapter 2! Review and critique/compliment! DON'T OWN CHARACTERS! (Well, some made up) Thank-yew! EnJoY!
Chapter 2-Just not my day
It was just another plain day in school. Ike stared blankly at the dusty chalkboard in the front of the class room. He dropped his eyes to his paper. Where the required notes were supposed to be written was a doodle of a kid sitting in a corner.
"Alright class, done? Now, open your novels to chapter 7, we'll start there today." The teacher clapped her hands.
Ike moaned in the back of his mind but reached into his black nylon backpack and pulled out When butterflies could talk. He hadn't even opened to the first page since he received it. Now, being 3 days later, he would probably get a project on it.
"I'm assuming you all have read up to this…" She glanced toward Ike.
He wasn't looking directly at the old grump, but he knew she was staring. He simply kept his eyes on his paper. Ike was never fond of Ms. Abrona. She was an older woman with dark hazel eyes and a stern face. She had a petite body and a wrinkled face to go with her short gray hair.
"Are we pop-corn reading?" A student blurted out from the back of the room.
Ms. Abrona looked sharply to her left. "Are we going to raise our hands?" She was prompt.
The red-haired boy slid down in his seat and looked at his desk.
"Now, we can either read silently, or go around the room. Votes?"
Please, please independently. Ike said repeatedly in his head.
Soon the classroom was filled with voices.
"Pop-corn style!" One said.
"Are we in second grade…pop-corn style?" Another shouted.
"We act like it." The other replied.
"Independent." Another teen croaked.
"No!" One shouted.
"Dude! Give me my pencil!"
"Alright! That is enough! No more non-sense! That's and extra chapter for homework!"
The class groaned.
"Want to make it two?" Ike clenched his jaw. She was really getting on his nerves.
"Ike," She began.
He was caught off guard and it caused his to jump in his chair. There was a pause. He looked up at her then cleared his throat.
"Yes?" He answered sucking in a breath.
She cautiously walked over to his desk.
"Why don't you give us a quick summery on the book so far?" She said raising an eyebrow. Both Ms. Abrona and Ike knew he hadn't a clue what was going on in the book.
Ike felt his temperature rising. He got nervous. He desperately looked up at the clock…there was still time left in the period, but not much. He thought he could stall just enough so he wouldn't have to.
She tilted her head and with a grin asked, "Well?"
"Uh, um, When Butterflies could Talk."
The class chuckled.
"Yes…the title. Now, what's it about?" She really got under his skin. Ike clenched his left fist tightly. It was hanging down by the side of his desk, so she probably didn't notice.
"It's not about butterflies." He spat.
The class continued to chirp.
"No, it's not…now what is it about?" Her greedy smile had turned into a serious stare.
Just as Ike expected, the bell rang. The class immediately jumped to grab their bags when she held out her arm.
"Stay put! We must finish our lesson before you leave."
This just put more pressure on the poor blue haired teen. One, he didn't have a clue what was going on in the dumb book. Two, the teacher was picking his brain apart and three; he had all his classmatesrelying on him so that they wouldn't be late to their next class. Great.
In the heat of the moment in Ike's dismay he said, "I don't know."
"There we have it. Now you've all learned your lesson. Read and you will succeed in my class. Fail to do so and you will be punished. Now off with you." She turned and started for her desk. Ike jumped up and was almost out the door when he heard a stern voice over his shoulder.
"You wait here Mr." She said tapping her foot impatiently.
Ike looked over his shoulder. She was an oldie alright.
"Come over here."
She was very intimidating…but at this point he was just about to walk out.
"Now." Her eyes widened.
So he listened and sauntered over to the old ladies' desk.
"Yes Mrs. Abrona?" Ike asked.
"That's Ms. to you. Why didn't you read the assigned pages?"
"I uh…" He scratched his head. He was all out of excuses and enthusiasm today.
"Right. And why didn't you copy the notes for my class?"
"I did." He hadn't realized what slipped past his lips, all he knew was he was in for it.
"Let me see."
God damnet… he thought.
He pulled out the folded piece of paper he had drawn the figure of a boy sitting in a corner.
"These are my notes?" She studied the page with a sneer of disgust upon her wrinkled face. "I don't recall." She sighed and put the paper on the side of her desk.
"I will not accept this in my class any longer. You better change, and I mean it this time Ike." He knew she meant it…just like all the other times. He still didn't care; all he was thinking about was his growling stomach.
"Change your attitude and way of working in my class. Understood?"
"Yes." He replied.
"Good. Now go to your next class."
As he was walking out the door the second bell rang.
"Mrs.-I mean Ms. Abrona, may I have a late pass?" Stupid question.
"Run before your teacher turns around." She was grading papers and not looking at him. She could care less about Ike.
He sighed angrily and took off down the hallway. He was almost there when…
"Hey you! Stop!" He heard a prompt voice yell.
Ike turned. It was a hallway officer. It just wasn't Ike's day.
Ike rolled his eyes and blew out a breathe in frustration.
"What are you doin' in this here hallway?" The man asked.
"Going to class."
"That's what they all say, got a pass?"
"No."
"I'm going to have to write you up…no if, ands, or buts!" The man pulled out a small yellow notebook.
"Name?" He asked with his pen to the yellow pad.
"Yeah, I've got one." Bad move.
"Look wise guy, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
Ike wasn't about to argue.
"Ike." He said plainly.
"Last?"
"No one else's name is Ike. They know me up front." Ike was always up front in the office for outrageous reasons. He wasn't very liked by his teachers.
He finished writing some information, ripped off the small sheet, and handed it to him.
"To the office you go. Better not see you again." The man turned and walked off looking proud for what he had accomplished.
"If only I had my sword on me." Ike muttered under his breath.
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