After lunch, he realized as he was walking through the hall that his next class would be with PC. PC, of all people!
And, as if on cue, the bell rang, idsmissing them from class. Pippin hurried through the hallway, not really wanting to know what would happen if he was LATE for PC's class. When he got into the room, he was greeted by the freezing air that kept PC's life going, and a few wails from people to 'take me with you'. Pippin sat down next to Merry, who was gazing up at the board with interest.
Rosie was the only one that was actually doing what she was told, the rest of the class were sort of doing their own thing. Frodo, of course, was texting under the desk, as he had been ALL DAY LONG. This made Pippin wonder something that he hadn't ever really thought of before. How much were that kid's cell phone bills, anyway? His family more than likely would live in a cardboard box by now if Frodo didn't have unlimited texting, that was for sure.
He saw PC walk to the front of the classroom, and get his smartboard ready.
"This is the warm-up.", he told them, "It's graded." Several howls of protest came from the student body, and some even got up from their chairs to complain.
"But you never taught us how to do this!", He saw a dwarf exclaim.
"Gimli, stop interrupting class!", PC exclaimed, waving his hands furiously in the air, "STOP interrupting class that is rude and--"
"How am I interrupting class?", the dwarf demanded, "I don't understand this!"
"Gimli!", PC barked, and by now the whole class was watching, "Do you want me to send you out of the room?"
"Yes, quite frankly, I do.", The dwarf said hopefully, staring down PC, who was obviously pretty angry.
"Leave!", PC said, taking a chair outside the door and holding it open, "You may come in when you are ready to behave."
"Yes!!", Gimli exclaimed,quite literally jumping in the air with joy as he was escoprted out of the room.
"Lucky.", Merry muttered as he worked on a drawing. Merry was a great guy, and a great student, but even he couldn't bother to pay attention, cooperate, or even behave in this class. You see, everybody in PC's class except for Rosy was bad in some way, but some people were mildly bad and so therefore they were 'good' being defined as sort of bad and-- Oh forget this! Basically, Rosy was the only person who behaved in this class.
Gimli walked out of the classroom joyously, with a spring to each step that he took. Pippin felt a tinge of envy as he watched Gimli finally get an escape from this asylum, this crazy place of no return. He reached down and got out his binder and a pencil, and began to draw.
What you had to understand was that Pippin had a thing about pencils: They had to be perfectly sharp. Pippin got up to sharpen his pencil, thinking nothing of it until he heard PC howl at top volume that he was being disrespectful.
"How am I being disrespectful?!", he demanded, confused beyond beleif. Like, seriously, how was he being disrespectful? By getting up to sharpen his pencil?
"Mr.Took, sit down and write your notes!!", the teacher practically shreiked. Pippin shrunk back in slight intimidation, never before had he met anybody with such a blood curdling scream as PC. Not only did PC have a blood-curdling scream, but he also had vicious hand gestures. In fact, PC sort of reminded him of an angry bear on his hind legs.
Jeez, Pippin thought as PC continued to scream at him, If one of his hands hits somebody's head, that would be enough to knock them unconscious! Apparently, Arwen and the girl next to her were thinking the same thing, because both of them were ducking with their chins on their desks and their hands on the back of their heads like there was a tornado warning.
"Sit down!!", PC shreiked,once more doing the hand gestures.
Pippin nodded, slinking back to his spot next to merry as PC resumed teaching the class.
"Dude," Pippin said, "I think we just found a triggr point. And my pencil's really dull. I want to go and sharpen it, but I don't want to get yelled at."
"Let me see that!",. Pippin exclaimed, taking a look at the pencil, not beleiving that it was really the pencil. As it turned out, the pencil actually was pretty dull, at least for drawing Manga with.
"You're right.", he sighed, "But PC will kill you if you get up.", he said, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. On one hand, get the fatal bear teacher pissed off with you but get a better lead, on the other hand let Arwen and thew girl next to her, yourself, and your ears live another day but have a dull lead...
"I've got a solution.", he said, pressing his pencil point against the table until a snap could be heard, "Like so."
Merry got up to sharpen his pencil, and a bellow could be heard from PC. Pippin felt a tinge of fear for his friend, as he put his pencil in and began to sharpen it.
"Do you just get up and sharpen your pencil in your other classes?!", Bear teacher demanded furiously, waving his massive paws over Arwen's head yet again.
"Yes!!", Pretty much the whole class said at the same time, "They let us!"
PC rolled his eyes.
"Sit down and I'll let you borrow this pencil.", he said, handing Merry a mechanical pencil and walking back to the front of the room, "Anyways..."
"Dude, you're lucky!", Pippin said, slightly envious of his friend, for all manga artists knew that a mechanical pencil was the best kind of pencil for just about anything because you could shade with them and they almost never went dull.
The bell rang, dismissing them, and as they left he heard Merry say, "He ain't gettin' this back."