"Well, well, well;" i turned to see Cempaka, "if it isnt the wretch? Already went crying to Mr.Howell and Mr.Lester?" She mocked, i grimaced and cringed, "it was something important, and if you dont mind;" she turned her back to me, starting to walk off, "i dont talk to hags" she spun back in fury, "What. Did. YOU. CAL-" "a hag" i cut her off, she started stamping towards me,
"careful hag, dont wanna break the floor now do we?" I joked, mocking her tone of voice. "Thats it! This means war you...you...yo.." she suddenly stopped. Thats when i noticed a shadow towering over me.
I spun around, facing a teacher...i, guess..? He was new i suppose, he had on a blue hoodie and black skinny jeans. But the thing that stood out about him the most was his Jason Voorhees mask. "Excuse me but is there a problem?" He asked, "n-n-no Mr.Dennis, no problem at all!" She glanced towards me worriedly; 'i guess he wasnt new after all...' i drifted off in my thoughts when two snapping fingers woke me up from my little daydream.
i shook my hastily, making my hair all messed up. "Haha, here, let me get that for you" he laughed, brushing my hair off my face i whipped out a packet of candy and offered him some as a welcome gift. He started laughing manically, i saw Cempaka starting to back away. Heh, i dont know what it is about him, but i love him.
"oohhh! Candy! Candy!" He giggled, i laughed with him, "want one? As you know... a welcome gift?" I asked, "welcome gift?" He replied back with a question. I nodded my head in awkwardness..."Oh!" He smiled, "you must be new, but... dont you think im...scary..?" He asked me concerned, but i honestly couldnt care less, i love crazy and psychotic people.
I shook my head and smiled at him reassuringly, "i *heart* crazy people" he started laughing again, i asked him a couple questions about himself, "My name's Mr.Jonathan Dennis, but the students came up with the name: Mr.Delirious", as a nickname cause of my character. Oh yeah, and im your I.C.T teacher." He answered, i laughed. And hurried off to my class in the nick of time.
--first period--
English... i sighed, i dreaded it today; not because i didnt do my homework or that i got in trouble, its just that i was insanely worried about Phil. I was writing down what i knew about those three when i heard a voice call out loud and clear as day.
"Hey guys," his voice had such a thick irish accent, "Mr.Lester isnt feeling very well so in his place, its David aka Mr.Nagle here." 'And i thought Mr.Mcloughlin and Mr.Hanby had strong accents..' i laughed lowly at my thought but i was shot back to attention when i heard the door open and close again. "Mr.Nagle?" An American voice yelled after knocking a couple times on our door. Mr.Nagle excused himself and went out to meet his fellow colleague.
during this time i wrote down as much as i could about the three students:
'Name: Cempaka Ixora
Age:12 (turning 13 on the 29th of Oct)
Height: around 4ft and slightly above
Favourite subject: Bio
Least favourite: Geography
Name: Shrut Silakari
Age:12
Height:3ft something
Favourite subject: Physics
Least favourite:Bio...'
the last name i remembered made me gulp, but i did it anyways...
'Name:Jhaiy Sharritta Saravanan
Age:11(turning 12 on the 14th Of Sept)
Height: slightly below 3ft
Favourite subject: Bio
Least favourite: Maths'
as i just finished, Mr.Nagle walked in.
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