Tommy entered his elective class.
He chose music just like his siblings did!
Tubbo decided to go with nutrition, though.
So, he sat down at one of the seats.
One of the people that entered the class seemed.. familiar..?
The black hair..
The mullet..
The sweater..
Oh!
Bill!
Bill sat down at the seat at the back of the class.
The rest of the students came in.
Almost slowly, but the classroom filled up in less than 5 minutes.
That's when the teacher came in.
A brunette with some facial hair, a colorblock jacket with the colors white, purple, and blue, a white t-shirt, and some blue jeans.
He soon sat in front of all the seats.
"Hello, whipper snappers, I remember some of you guys from last year."
What the hell are whipper snappers?
"My name is Mr. Marriott, or Mr. James, don't care, just use either or. The other teacher that may come in to time to time is Mr. Kabosou. Please treat him with respect because he usually fills in for me when I don't feel like coming in."
Mr. Marriott proceeded to write his name up on the board, along with his pronouns,
He/him
Along with Mr. Kabosou's name.
"Let's take attendance! Shall we?"
"Vannessa Alistair."
"Here!"
"Ben Dover"
"Present!"
"Pat Myaz"
"Heya!"
"Bill Fourzo"
"Here."
"Great to see you again, Bill! Uh.. Anna Bortion"
"Hey!"
"And Tommy Minecraft! Wait.. Minecraft..?"
Mr. Marriott looked up from his paper.
"Here." Tommy replied, trying not to let confusion take over.
"Oh! Tommy! I know your dad! We make music together! Great to meet ya! He talks about his kids' talent all the time!"
Tommy smiled.
"Anyway, grab a guitar from up here. Don't be a loser and mix up a bassist with a guitar."
Oh..
YOU ARE READING
Evanescence.
Random"It was like glancing at someone you thought you knew before. Maybe in your past life.Just a spark of you know you knew each other. Except. They did know each other. But yet, they didn't. They were slowly fading away from each other's memories."
