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Post by kagome on Jul 21, 2009 21:45:19 GMT -5
Kagome sat in a chair in the back of the empty classroom, her sketchbook open in front of her on the desk. She was quite early to class, and had brought it along to keep herself busy. But she wasn't looking at the book; she tapped the eraser of her pencil on the blank page, staring at the ceiling... She was drawing a blank. No pun intended, of course.
As she sat in the room and waited for others to start arriving, Kagome checked her schedule again. Yes, right there in black and white... the very first day of class, they were going to make a cake. How... quaint. And juvenile. But as long as she got the right partner, it should be fun. Glancing back through her syllabus, she saw that it was going to be chocolate cake, with homemade chocolate frosting. None of that store-bought crap, no sir. She smiled in anticipation and leaned back, the empty sketchbook forgotten.
Kagome hadn't met the teacher for this class yet. She hoped that he or she was really nice, that they would get along well with the entire class... She really couldn't stand teachers who were snobbish. What she wanted was a down-to-earth guy or gal who could really connect with the students and make teaching fun.
The girl sighed again and opened her sketchbook, her pencil moving rapidly around the page. She had been inspired, and began to draw a slice of cake, waiting for the other students to show up. |
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Post by sebastian on Jul 21, 2009 22:01:06 GMT -5
The older man sighed and pushed the glasses up on his nose. Teaching. He had done it once before, but only as a private tutor. He frowned and glanced at his class, mostly girls. Oh joy, just what he wanted. The former butler frowned and glanced at the clock. With only a few minutes until class started there was little time to prepare. Time to make a chocolate cake! he sighed, sweets were his specialty.
Gently he removed his white gloves to reviel tatooed and black nail polished hands. Maybe a teacher shouldn't have black nails? He didn't care. his hand glided over his desk until he found the tiny paper that read 'Sebastian Michaelis' He glanced up at the white board and wrote 'Mr. Michealis' on it in huge script.
The Bell rang then, time to start class....
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Post by kagome on Jul 23, 2009 17:02:28 GMT -5
Kagome glanced up as a young man entered the room. He... was tall... with black hair... and he wore a black suit. He had white gloves on his hands... but Kagome's excellent eyesight could just barely make out tattoo patterns and black fingernails underneath. Odd. She raised an eyebrow, ignoring the chattering class and focusing on the odd teacher. She gave pause as he picked up a marker to write on the whiteboard... 'Mr. Michaelis.' That must be his name. Obviously. Kagome shook her unruly bangs out of her eyes again and raised her hand.
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Post by yuukoichihara on Jul 23, 2009 21:04:08 GMT -5
Sitting near the front of the class, a certain bespectacled boy blushed some in his seat. Shifting uncomfortably, he looked around a little, still pretty certain he was gonna get it good by anyone more manly than him. Which was pretty much...everybody.
The class was almost filled with GIRLS.
Not that he had a problem with girls. It was just that most of them whispered about him or had awful auras coming off of them. He could sense spirits, after all, and sometimes the bad vibes, intentions, or thoughts could also be perceived by this sense.
He pushed his glasses up some, taking a deep breath as he turned to look behind him. They all seemed friendly at least...nothing bad coming off of them yet. No smoke, no foul stenches. Good. Good sign.
He turned his attention to the front as a man, obviously being the teacher, approached the board. Well good, at least the teacher was a man. Maybe there would be less jokes and taunting for that one. The man bore an odd resemblance to someone he knew quite well and he gulped,
hoping he wasn't as evil.
Sometimes he wondered why he signed up for stuff like this. |
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Post by sebastian on Jul 23, 2009 21:18:23 GMT -5
The teacher eyed his class once more. There seemed to be a boy there. A young boy. This certain boy gave off an aura...He shrugged and glanced over at the girl. He put on his best smile and pointed to her "Yes young lady?" he said in his deep voice. Though his red orbs travled back to the boy. He just seemed so interesting.
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Post by kagome on Jul 23, 2009 21:35:04 GMT -5
Kagome's hand raised higher, as the teacher had devoted his attention to an apparently interesting specimen in front. All she could see from the back was a dark haired boy, fidgeting under the teacher's watchful gaze...
Her attention was snapped back as Mr. Michaelis called on her. She cleared her throat and began to speak; "Mr. Michaelis, I'm Kagome Higurashi. I just have a few questions, as I've never taken any of your classes before. I noticed here in the syllabus that you don't say what kind of experience you've had with... well, home-ec. You're listed as an ex-butler, but what difference does that make? Is all you can teach us how to serve others? Not that there's anything wrong with that," she said quickly before she was disapproved of. "It's just that, this class is supposed to be teaching us to cook, sew, make things. What qualifies you to do that?" she asked innocently, merely curious.
"One more thing. In the syllabus it also says that we are going to have partners, kind of like some sort of lab. Are they going to be assigned, or can we pick our partners ourselves?" Whew. Before Kagome had chickened out, she knew she had to get it all out there on the table. She wasn't sure about this teacher, and she wanted him to know that she wasn't going to take crap from him. No one was going to walk all over her; she wanted to know how things were going to be done, and then wanted those rules followed. |
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Post by yuukoichihara on Jul 23, 2009 21:46:56 GMT -5
Almost wanting to hide under a rock or smash his face into the desk, Watanuki flushed. The man was looking right at him!! EMBARRASSING. And why did all the seats but the front seats have to be taken? Maybe these girls had friends and stuff. God, he felt uncomfortable. Maybe if he was in the back or being taught by, you know....someone a little less creepy he wouldn't feel so nervous about the class right now. Plus, the fact that he had mismatched eyes just made everyone stare at him more. He knew he wasn't going to fit in at this school. But Watanuukii, it'll be fun. You get to meet lots of cute girls and make friends... He replayed angrily in his head, not to mention you get hours to your wish for this. Wish schmish. That woman needed him. She would probably die of hunger or something without-
He was snapped out of his thoughts as a girl in the back spoke up loudly with determination. He turned and studied her with a careful gaze. She seemed normal enough. Not like she was going to gobble him up or something, or start clinging to him in a gooey and uncomfortable manner. His nerves calmed some. Maybe he'd be okay. Maybe.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 23, 2009 21:55:49 GMT -5
Sebastian sighed once the girl started speaking. Not qualified? Well he was qualified in everything. A Jack of all trades if you will. There wasn't a thing he couldnt do. Except resist the urge to cuddle a cat...He straightened his posture a bit and nodded once she was done talking. "Well young lady, Ms. Higurashi, A butler must be talented in many different areas since he is to serve his master. One must know how to cook, clean, and infact sew things for his master. Hence why being a home Economics teacher was best suited for what I know." he smiled, once telling her the played down version of his speach.
Once again he glanced over at the boy. He sighed and pointed at him "you, whats your name?" he demanded in a polite tone.Though the over all question wasn't poliet...
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Post by yuukoichihara on Jul 23, 2009 22:03:16 GMT -5
The boy's head swirled back around and he blushed some.
"Kimihiro Watanuki," he said quietly, though the hush of the class embarrassed him even further. Of course.He thought in his head, panicking, This man is that woman's twin! It's the only explanation!! He sure was giving himself a headache. But nothing bad seemed to come off of him, which was good. Hopefully.
Why couldn't he just be a Cross Private School with normal teachers and people he knew? The simple uniforms...the courtyard. He missed it already. Damn that vile woman!! Dragging him here! He frowned, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He'd never had to change schools before, so he was scared.
Like anybody would miss this fact.
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Post by tahru on Jul 24, 2009 10:28:19 GMT -5
A small, petite teen moaned softly. Darn it! He was late! On his first day!! He wasn't use to waking up on his own, normally having his dog doing it for him...but of course, that was always a different story.
All the hair shown was framing his face, the rest hidden under an army green newsboy hat (that was on the verge of falling off). His notebooks and papers and such he thought he needed where unorganized and a mess--quite like the appearance he gave off. But anyone who knew him--which was nobody--knew he was a smart, responisble young man who was eager for anything! He pushed open the door quickly, "I'm sorry I--EEP!" he yelped, loosing balance and falling straight to the ground comically, all his notebooks and papers scattering everywere. He turned red, looking down, "...S-sorry..." he whispered, knowing he was being staired at, and possibly laughed at, "...I'm so pathetic..." he whined to himself, quickly gathering up his books and slinking lowly into the seat next to a boy with glasses. Darn! First row seat?! Next to some kid that looked more masculine then himself...now that was embarassing...
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Post by Death the Kid on Jul 24, 2009 23:34:54 GMT -5
"CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!!! I'm LAAAATE!!!!!!!!"
Death the Kid rushed through the halls of the semi-crowded school. Late for a seemingly decently class. About one of his favorites. Home Ec. Cooking and whatnot. Making things to perfection! It was almost like having a dream to make something beautiful and SYMMETRICAL at the same time!
Earlier, that was how he thought. But now, seeing how time really flew by, He rushed in a near cloud of dust running through the halls. Being quite agile, kid was able to dodge everyone and not harm one person, let alone himself. With his quickened speed, he finally found the classroom doors. Before he could stop, his dark shoes skidded loudly on the floor. "Ack!"
Kid flailed for a minute, but re-balanced himself. Fixing his tie and pushing down any winded cowlicks, Death the Kid slowly went through the door, his head looked in first. His body soon followed. Seems he missed some. He never met most of the people... even though there was not that many in the room.
The teacher was new to him, the only familiar face was that of the girl he met the other day that was bleeding really badly. She seemed ok now... man... Now that he remembered, it was a weird day. Her wound was in worse condition then his own... it was tilted sideways. is cut was at the perfect angle of a sharp slant. her's was just plain messy.
He shook his head and tired to think of a different subject. After all this was Home Ed. He'd be able to cook things and make even better treats with SYMMETRICAL proportions!!!
Kid sighed happily at the thought of that, then quickly turned to the teacher, bowing slowly.
"So Sorry for being late! I had a bit of trouble getting here...!" He was nervous, but did his best to sound strong. Being a first year was always hard. Especially finding the right classes you're in.
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Post by kagome on Jul 24, 2009 23:57:37 GMT -5
Kagome felt the stares of everyone around her as she stood and spoke. Especially that of a boy in the front row, and the teacher... fortunately though, he didn't cuss her out or even speak impolitely. He just calmly stated his qualifications, even making it seem like he enjoyed his work. She gave a small sigh of relief as he turned his attention back to the boy in the front row by asking his name, to which the kid replied "Kimihiro Watanuki" quietly. He appeared nervous from the unwanted attention. Kagome was saved further as another boy raced loudly into the room, dropping all of his books and papers. He yelled an apology as he made his way to the front of the room, picking up his scattered books as he went.
Yet another late kid ran in yelling and apologizing. He seemed to notice and recognize her, at the same time she recognized him. It was the spastic kid from the hospital... she giggled quietly behind her hand, but waved him over to sit in the empty seat next to her. |
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Post by sebastian on Jul 25, 2009 1:11:50 GMT -5
Sebastian smiled "Kimihiro Watanuki, such a simple name for an April Fool like you." He gently put a hand on his shoulder, don't be so tense, it's only home economics. He grinned a some what sadistic grin and continued to stare at the boy. There was something just plain flat out interesting about him. The demon couldn't tear his eyes away, that was until loud thrashing could be heard. He lifted his hand off Watanuki's shoulder and blinked confusingly at the new comer. "You're late" he pointed out, a hint of irritation in his voice "And you're violating the Dress code, Get that hat off now."
The ex-butler smiled once the girl attempted to help the boy. "Ms.Higurashi sit down, I'll take care of him." He quickly strode over to the late boy. He picked up the rest of his papers and handed them to him "Take your seat and remove the hat." The butler pushed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose again.
Another loud noise! He groaned in frustration. Why must his students be late?! "May I point out now, that if you're late to my class you might as well not come at all." He said sternly, picking up a yard stick from his desk. "Both of you have zero's for today." he said flatly, looking from one late boy to the other. He slammed the yard stick down hard on Watanuki's desk "Don't. Be. Late. Again." and after that he went back to his casual 'business like' smile.
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Post by yuukoichihara on Jul 25, 2009 1:30:44 GMT -5
At the comment of April Fool the teen's mismatched eyes widened in shock. How did the man know that? Even some professors he'd met had trouble deciphering the kanji for Watanuki as April First. He gulped, nodding shyly. Even if the man spoke nicely, Watanuki still knew what a devilish girn looked like when he saw one, and that was it. He looked away, slightly creeped out.
His attention was snapped back to the door of the classroom as a boy with a hat tripped and fell flat on his face, papers scattering everywhere. The boy slipped into the seat next to him after some scolding and he tried to offer a bashful smile and shrug combo.
Turning to look out the window from afar, he sighed. So many kids late on the first day. And to such a prestigious high school too! He sighed inwardly, turning when he heard more commotion only to have a ruler whiz past his face and meet the desk.
"U-u-u-uhhh!" He stuttered, blushing and crossed eyed.
He knew he wasn't going to survive.
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Post by Death the Kid on Jul 25, 2009 1:37:05 GMT -5
Kid tilted his head at the girl as she waved back at him. He smiled for a moment as he saw she wanted him to sit by her. Cool. Maybe he made a friend in due time after all. oh father would be so proud.
Kid thought to himself for a moment, but his golden eyes quickly looked to the teacher who did not seem to be to happy with the current results of the recent students. Death the Kid included.
"Ah..!" Kid wanted to say something else but was uncertain where to go from there. He figured it'd be best to just get back to his seat. Before to long, his eyes darted to the teacher. The man's voice was not what you'd call...pleasing. A gulp ran down his throat as he quickly nodded to the teacher.
"I am so sorry! I am just new here and I had a hard time finding the room. There were so many hallways I...I.....Ugh..." Kid slowed his words to a stop and slowly moved to the seat next to the girl. He plopped himself down and lowered his head. He hated breaking any rules of any sort, and being late was always a bag thing in Kid's case. And it seems this teacher was not taking it lightly. Kid let out a heavy sigh and lowered his head even more. "I'm a selfish pig bastard....I don't deserve to live..." He whispered to himself in somewhat sorrow. Being as dramatic as he was, you'd never know what he could do when his feelings get the best of him.
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