On the ride to the address that Edison had told the officers,(It was the only one he could actually remember) he pondered a couple of thoughts.
"Edison... if that's even your real name, who is this... student of yours?" Joe asked. Tom was the one driving.
"They are students. Cyan and Janie. Although I've written up Cyan so many times I can't really count." Edison said.
"Maybe it's because you can't count." Tom muttered.
"I can count up to as high as possible in five different languages." Edison retorted.
"Oh yeah... impress us." Joe smirked. Edison cleared his throat.
"Which language? I know English, Spanish, French, Italian, and obviously Latin. Since I'm a teacher!" Edison exclaimed.
"Okay, Mr. Teacher. Count in Latin." Joe said.
"Fine. Unum, duo, tres, quattuor, quinque-" Edison started.
"Okay! You know your stuff. You're a smart five year old." Tom interrupted.
"For the millionth time, I am thirty four. Forget the whole five thing." Edison tried to convince the officers probably a million times. The officers stopped the car in front of a house.
"This is your friend's house?" Tom asked.
"My students'." Edison muttered, getting out of the car. He rang the doorbell. The door opened to show a tall boy around seventeen with cyan hair up to his back. He practically wore only a T-Shirt and some basketball shorts.
"Hey kid. Janie's not here right now so-" Cyan started, rubbing his head.
"Mr. Jackson." Edison said in his most serious tone. Cyan's eyes grew wide.
"It's the Ghost-Meister! Hey, Mr.Boo. I like the new look. Did you go through the kid's section of Latin-R-Us?" Cyan smirked.
"This is not funny. Please tell those police officers that I am your teacher. They think I'm insane." Edison said.
"Well they're not far off..." Cyan muttered.
"Mr. Jackson!" Edison exclaimed. Cyan grumbled as he walked up to the cops.
"Yo! Roll the window down!" Cyan yelled. Tom rolled down the window.
"What? You don't know him?" Tom asked.
"I wish I didn't. That there is my teacher, believe it or not." Cyan admitted. Tom looked at Joe.
"You too? That kid is nuts." Joe sighed.
"Look. He may look young," Cyan glanced at Edison."But he's old enough to be on freaking Viagra. I'm dead ass. He's like... ancient."
"Hey! No one asked for your two cents. Keep it in your pocket!" Edison complained, crossing his arms.
"I'm guessing he took a wrong turn on his way to I Have No Life Avenue and ended up at Mini Me Lane. Either way... That annoying, crazy, ancient midget is my annoying, crazy, ancient teacher. I'll get him home tomorrow after school. So... We cool?" Cyan explained.
"M'kay. Just make sure he gets back home." Tom shrugged, rolled up the window, and drove off. Cyan turned to Edison.
"You can crash here for the night. But if you have any problems, you ask Janie." Cyan and Edison walked inside. Janie, who was slightly shorter and slightly darker that Cyan, sat on the couch watching TV. She wore something similar to Cyan, but the shirt was somewhat tight on her."Janie! Ghost-Meister's sleeping over!" Janie's head swiveled to the side to see Edison's little kid form.
"How'd he turn-" Janie started.
"Don't ask." Cyan turned back to Edison."I'll run a bath for you."
"I'm perfectly capable of taking a shower, despite my miniature condition." Edison protested.
"I don't feel like going Superman on my own teacher just because he slips in a shower. Bath for you."
"What if I slip in the bath? There's a lot more water. I could actually drown." Edison smirked. Cyan growled as he turned to Janie.
"Give him a bath." Cyan commanded.
"Cyan! Are you delusional?! He... He..." Janie stuttered."You do it!"
"I am not gonna go in a tub with Mr. Ancient over here. You do it!"
"Not me! You!"
"You!" Janie and Cyan were arguing for about five minutes.
"Quiet!" Edison yelled."I'll take my own. Besides, I'd feel strangely uncomfortable with Cyan around me. And I'm pretty sure I will not hear the end of it from the both of you."
"I don't want your death on my hands." Cyan took out a quarter."Heads Janie. Tails me." The quarter launched into the air. They all watched as the quarter clattered down. Heads.
"Dammit." Janie muttered.
"Bye!" Cyan said with an all too big grin on his face."Happy cleaning!"
"I'll make sure he gets a zero on his quiz tomorrow." Edison mumbled.
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Classical Days
HumorEdison Boo was a thirty-four year old teacher who worked at Classical High School. Of course all that changed when he was struck by lightning. Instead of taking his life, the shock gave Edison a present of its own: The body of a five year old. Now w...
