Post by Monty on Dec 2, 2009 19:09:42 GMT -5
“I’m lost..again..”
Glancing around, a nervous frown crossed the young man’s pale face. This was the third time that he’d ended up in front of the Administration office. This he found utterly embarrassing. What would people think of him, an adult, if he couldn’t even find his way around a school? He sighed. Suddenly, he noticed something… the floors were dirty. A loud squeak of terror escaped his lips, and he conjured a broom from seemingly out of nowhere, busily cleaning the hall. One would think he was the custodian, instead of the new History teacher.
“This is just filthy..” he said to no one in particular, pushing the dirt into a neat little pile in the middle of the hall. Setting the broom aside, he carefully gathered the dirt into a small napkin in his pocket and dropped it in a plastic bag. Hesitantly, he pocketed the ‘hazardous’ material, deciding to carry it until he found a trash can. Heaving a small sigh, Monty straightened his tie and walked back towards the door, pulling yet another napkin from his pocket so he could turn the knob. He opened the door and glanced around, his black eyes clearly revealing how nervous he was. “Um, hello, I was wondering if. . .”
There was no one there.
He quickly shut the door, wondering whether or not anyone would even help such a scatter-brained introvert. His square-rimmed glasses fogged up at the very thought of why anyone would bother with him. He was used to hiding in the shadows, not teaching kids about the past. Kicking himself for being so idiotic as to even take this job, he suddenly remembered that he had spotted a trash can in the office.
“Well that’s convenient..” Removing the bag of dirt from his pocket, he opened the door with his elbows and walked inside, discarding the plastic bag and its contents into the bin. Taking a moment to glance around the room, he felt slightly perturbed by the way it was set up. Something about it made him feel as if, at any given moment, someone more imposing than his old boss was going to walk in.
He shook his head at the thought, a nervous frown set upon his face. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, he did a visual sweep, wondering whether or not anyone even used the office. It was a stupid thought, but how could he have known? The only schooling he had was… well, he had no proper schooling. Everything he knew was based on what he overheard during his old job. He’d only become a History teacher to further himself from his previous life.
“This school really needs a map..”
Glancing around, a nervous frown crossed the young man’s pale face. This was the third time that he’d ended up in front of the Administration office. This he found utterly embarrassing. What would people think of him, an adult, if he couldn’t even find his way around a school? He sighed. Suddenly, he noticed something… the floors were dirty. A loud squeak of terror escaped his lips, and he conjured a broom from seemingly out of nowhere, busily cleaning the hall. One would think he was the custodian, instead of the new History teacher.
“This is just filthy..” he said to no one in particular, pushing the dirt into a neat little pile in the middle of the hall. Setting the broom aside, he carefully gathered the dirt into a small napkin in his pocket and dropped it in a plastic bag. Hesitantly, he pocketed the ‘hazardous’ material, deciding to carry it until he found a trash can. Heaving a small sigh, Monty straightened his tie and walked back towards the door, pulling yet another napkin from his pocket so he could turn the knob. He opened the door and glanced around, his black eyes clearly revealing how nervous he was. “Um, hello, I was wondering if. . .”
There was no one there.
He quickly shut the door, wondering whether or not anyone would even help such a scatter-brained introvert. His square-rimmed glasses fogged up at the very thought of why anyone would bother with him. He was used to hiding in the shadows, not teaching kids about the past. Kicking himself for being so idiotic as to even take this job, he suddenly remembered that he had spotted a trash can in the office.
“Well that’s convenient..” Removing the bag of dirt from his pocket, he opened the door with his elbows and walked inside, discarding the plastic bag and its contents into the bin. Taking a moment to glance around the room, he felt slightly perturbed by the way it was set up. Something about it made him feel as if, at any given moment, someone more imposing than his old boss was going to walk in.
He shook his head at the thought, a nervous frown set upon his face. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, he did a visual sweep, wondering whether or not anyone even used the office. It was a stupid thought, but how could he have known? The only schooling he had was… well, he had no proper schooling. Everything he knew was based on what he overheard during his old job. He’d only become a History teacher to further himself from his previous life.
“This school really needs a map..”