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Chapter Twelve: Homework
"Don't forget to turn in your permission slips tomorrow for the camping trip." Crocker stared at the clock. Just a few more seconds…
The bell rang.
"Alright you losers, get out of my class!" He pointed to the door, not wanting to see another child's face.
Not needing any encouragement, the students jumped up and ran for sweet freedom.
"Not you, Turner!" Crocker grabbed the kid by the back of his shirt as he tried to leave. "It says here you can't be failing if you want to go. Do you know what you're failing?"
"Uh…no?"
"Everything!" Crocker blew him away with the volume of his voice. "If you want to go on this trip you have to have at a least a D in my class."
Timmy sighed. "Okay then, how do I raise my grade?" He hated asking this question. It always led to unwanted work.
"Well, I'm glad you asked." Crocker dug through his desk drawer. "You can make it up by completing this book report, due tomorrow." He slammed the grading rubric in front of Timmy.
"Alright, alright. Tomorrow, got it." Timmy crumpled the paper and threw it into his backpack.
A scream of horror erupted out of the girl's mouth as she slowly backed away. "Oh, you cannot be serious, dear."
"Oh, but love, I am." The anti-fairy drew out his knife and stepped closer to the girl.
With each step he took, she took one back. Soon, she was backed up against the wall with nowhere to run.
"Look at it this way." The male said. "Now we'll never be apart. We'll be together just like you wanted us to be."
"No, not like this." The terrified girl closed her eyes.
The man raised his knife-
The television screen went off.
"Hey!" Timmy rolled over from his stomach to his back. "I was watching that!"
"Yes, well, I couldn't help but notice this strewn across the dining room table along with the rest of the contents of your backpack." Anti-Cosmo held the rubric for the book report in his hand, a scowl on his face. Timothy could not possibly push this off any later, it was due tomorrow.
"Don't worry about it. I've got it under control."
"So you've finished then?" No way had his godson done the project. That would have been too good to be true.
"Not yet. Don't you know 'due tomorrow' means 'do tomorrow'?"
"Not in this house, it doesn't."
In a flash, the two of them were in the castle's massive library.
"Aww man." Timmy groaned.
"There's no excuse for you to be failing Timothy. If I was able to graduate at the top of my class in every grade, you should be able to."
Clearly, Anti-Cosmo had never met A.J.
He placed the rubric on a nearby table, ushering Timmy into a seat. "It says here you need to use a piece of age-appropriate literature. Is there any certain book you wished to use? I'm sure I have it in my library."
"Well, I was thinking of using Frankenstein." Timmy liked the whole monster idea. "So I was going to watch the movie-"
"Timothy! A mind is a terrible thing to waste. You will read the book, not watch the movie." How could the boy seriously think watching the movie would help? "Besides, the movie is not a very good adaptation of the book."
"I have to read the whole book by tonight?" Timmy said in shock. He was at the lower end of his class grading spectrum, there was no way he could finish a whole book in one night.
Luckily, Anti-Cosmo was feeling merciful. "Perhaps you can read one chapter and analyze it for your report. There are lots of topics you can discuss regarding this book. Such as, is it right to raise the dead? What truly makes a person a human? Is Dr. Frankenstein the real monster-"
"Wait, isn't Frankenstein the name of the monster?"
Anti-Cosmo stared at the boy without saying anything.
"What?" Timmy felt a little awkward. What had he said?
The dark fairy held is open hand out in the air. A book flew off one of the countless shelves, landing perfectly in his outstretched hand. He opened the book. "Chapter one."
Anti-Cosmo closed the book when he finished reading the first three chapters. "See, Timothy, the monster does not have a name. They simply refer to him as Frankenstein's Monster."
No response.
Looking to the table, Anti-Cosmo saw Timmy asleep, his head resting on his arms.
Asleep? The boy had fallen asleep? Through such an interesting story? What was he to do with the child? "Timothy!" He clapped his hands loudly, startling the boy awake.
"I didn't do it!" The child screamed, not fully aware of his surroundings. Once he realized he was no longer drifting through dreamland, he yawned, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.
"Tell me, Timothy, at what point did you fall asleep?"
"Something about the lakes of Geneva."
"That's the very first page!" It's like the child didn't even care that he was being read to. Or maybe it was because he was being read to that he fell asleep. "Perhaps we should try another book. It seems as if this one does not suit your tastes."
"How about Cat in Spatts?"
"How about something in your age group?" Anti-Cosmo could not believe the child's taste in literature. He was going to have to introduce the boy to some real works of art very soon. "Aha! I have the perfect solution!" He held out his hand, bringing another book to him. "How about this? It had to do with magic, something you're all too familiar with."
Timmy took the book from him, examining the cover. It was a story about a wizard at a wizarding school. "I've seen the movie for this."
"Well, now I want you to read the book. You'll like it; it's very popular among younger adults and children."
A gentle tapping came from the door.
"It's dinner time ya'll." Anti-Wanda called.
"We'll be right there, love." Anti-Cosmo called back. "Well Timothy, we'll come back after we've eaten."
"You go on ahead; I'll be there in a second." He hated to admit it, but the book really was interesting. Not that he'd ever be caught reading in public, so he took the time to read it in the privacy of the castle's library.
Not wanting to disturb the child, and finally happy to see him reading something worthy of its great praise, he left the boy. Perhaps there was some hope for Timothy after all.
"All finished?" Anti-Cosmo asked. He had returned to see the boy putting his supplies away in his back pack.
"Yup."
"Is it A worthy material?"
Timmy held back a chuckle. "Like you wouldn't believe."
"Very well then, you may watch T.V now." The boy read the book; he deserved a little reward, even if it would rot his brains out.
"Turner, how nice of you to join us." Crocker said from the blackboard. "I thought for sure you would have missed school today to work on your report."
"Nah, I had this one under control." Timmy held the completed paper in the air for his teacher to examine.
Crocker snatched it, giving the boy a suspicious look. The kid never turned anything in, let alone on time, this had to be the work of fairies! He quickly flipped past the cover page to read a single sentence scrawled in messy childish handwriting.
Fairies are real.
"AHA! You admitted it! There is such a thing as Fairy Godparents!" The insane teacher spazzed out at the last few words of his sentence. "Where are they? Tell me Turner! Tell me now!"
"I can't, I don't even know what grade I got on my report."
"Fine!" Crocker took his red pen out of his shirt pocket and scribbled a huge A all over the paper. "Here's you're a! Where are the fairies?"
Timmy snatched the paper out of his teacher's hand before he could change his mind. He then reached into his backpack and took out the book he had read the previous night. "Well, if you look on this page you'll see the main character encounter some fairies."
Crocker froze. It had been a trap! He should have known better than to think Turner would fess up to the existence of fairies!
Adding injury to insult, Timmy continued. "Since I got an A, it doesn't look like I'm failing anymore." He held out a slip of paper to Crocker. "Here's my permission slip for the camping trip."
Seething in anger, but unable to do anything, Crocker snatched the slip from the child. "I've got my eyes on you Turner. I'll prove you have Fairy Godparents."
Timmy laughed. As if, he didn't even bring his anti-fairy godparents to school with him anymore.
I just wanted to write a little funny before entering the main conflict. Besides, lots of people asked for another scenery shot.
Don't worry; everything is going to be smooth riding from down here.
So today I was in Chinatown, and as many of you know I'm albino. Obviously I look white, but it always trips everyone up when I start speaking fluent Chinese.
I'm arab by race, but it's still friggen hilarious.
As always, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.
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