"Class, please bid an exceptionally eloquent hello to the newest addition to our writer's craft classroom, our temple of knowledge and creativity where every element that educates the young adult's brain come together as one, indescribable element of learning!"
The teacher had become red in the face after his energetic speech and arm-flailing. He coughed a little and cleared his throat, before motioning to a discreet girl.
"Please welcome our freshest canvas, Mlle Clea Nischols, who has come to us from the outskirts of the home of Shakespeare, Dickens, Austen, Christie, Tolkein and more!"
She blushed at his high level of energy. While he raved, Maddie leaned to her right and asked something to Tyler, who was sitting just beside her, the usual student that sat between them at the infirmary, sick.
"Are you alright?" She asked him. He barely looked her way, and simply mumbled a barely audible yes. "Because you seem angry to me. Did anything happen?"
"Nope." He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive?"
"Are you lying?"
"No."
She leaned in closer and was whispering now.
"Tyler Sims, there is something bothering you and its related to me since you haven't spoken to me in two days, although I happen to be in more than half your classes and you walk by my locker every time you head to class. Would it be too much to ask what I did to make you so angry?"
"Yep. So don't bother."
"Well, Mlle Nischols, we must now find a spot for you to be seated whilst the class commences…" The teacher began, his eyes scanning the room.
"She can sit in Harvey's spot, sir. He's going to be in the infirmary for at least a week, and by then we should have found a proper feng-shuied spot to add another seat."
"Very good idea Mr. Sims!" the teacher exclaimed. He ushered the girl to her seat, she had a delighted look on her face.
"Hey!" she whispered once she sat down. "I didn't know you were in this class!"
"Neither did I!" he grinned back at her, ignoring Maddie's look of total shock behind her. "Good thing I found out though, or you might have been stuck sitting next to some creeper."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that!" She giggled nervously. "So what do we do in this class?"
"Goof off, try not to get caught… and then entertain the teacher by writing either essays so good they're amazing or so bad they're funny."
Clea smiled, showing off her rows of white teeth.
"Sounds awesome, I'm so glad I took this elective instead of theoretical mathematics… those were the only two options!"
"You considered taking theoretical math? You're crazy, girl!"
"Mr Sims, if you could save your flirting for after class I would greatly appreciate it. Now, returning to the analyse of Poe's Annabel Lee, please take out your notes…"
Tyler grinned and looked over at the blushing Clea.
"Flirt, me? Never…" he whispered jokingly.