Singer's City (Original text)

Math and Language Arts

Here, too, there was music, and the teacher, who had a wicked fro, was playing an air guitar. On the chalkboard was drawn a spider like the ones that were on the science lab tables. As the bell rang, the teacher turned down the music and we scattered to our seats.
"I'm Mr. Toro and I'm going to try to make math the least sucky it can be. Now, raise your hand if you're good at math." I raised my hand, along with about 5 others. Mr. Toro nodded.
"And those who think math was created by a three eyed monster who looks something like Mr. S. (the unattractive principal)?" I kept my hand up as everyone else raised theirs. The teacher frowned.
"Epril, was it? Well, Miss Little Orphan Black, why did you keep your arm up?"
"Because I freaking like monsters and i appreciate their art and hope to master it."
There was applause and laughter, a few yells of "Sassy emo" mixed in. 'Orphan' and 'emo' dug a bit deep, but I forced a small grin, mixed with a scowl.
We got a math worksheet to work on while he passed out more forms. I breezed through it: Graphs, decimals, organization, and long division was easy. Everyone stared as I put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me and examined my Vans.
Finally, the bell rang again. Despite the lack of normal in my classes already, I wasn't ready for what the Language Arts room had in store for me.

The music no longer shocked me, but the wall color did. It was a bright teal, and I almost didn't see the man by the desk, who was wearing a suit of the same color. His shoulder-length hair was dyed red, and his tie matched it. All in all, he seemed very coordinated in terms of fashion. Unlike the last two, Mr. Way was singing along with the music, not playing an air guitar.
And I realized it was him that was singing in the songs.
I loved his voice: there was a huge range, from a slightly whiny high note to an Elvis-like low note. After the bell, he lowered the music but continued singing until everyone was settled.
"Now, class. I'm Mr. Gerard Way, or Mr. Party Poison. You can use either, because it can get pretty confusing when my little bro is around." I realized I had a Mr. Way for art class, after lunch.
"Now, I don't think you guys know of the Killjoys yet?" he started passing out papers. Everyone shook their hands.
"Well, Mr. Iero, Mr. Toro, the other Mr. Way, Mr. Bryar, and I are in a band. We call ourselves My Chemical Romance. Damn, the others are gonna be mad at me for telling." He laughed. My Chemical Romance, I thought. A mighty fine band.
I didn't hate this move too much anymore.