Victor Magnus: The Amalgamation

The World Changes

Most kids in my class find these Yancy academy field trips to be absolute torture. I couldn't tell if it was because we had to still wear our uniforms, But come on we are going to-

"A Museum?!?!" a short red-headed girl screamed as if this was news,

"Yes Nancy we are going to The Metropolitan Museum of Art." Mr. Brunner our wheelchair bound Latin teacher said calmly,

He was this middle-aged man, with brown shoulder length hair and a majestic beard, overall a pretty cool teacher he makes his classes really fun for us 12-year-olds. But I sighed, these other kids are going to suck the fun out of this field trip I could just feel it, Mr. Brunner sensing the moral of the school bus dropping starts listing the new cool interesting stuff that we might see in the museum, I ended up tuning him out as I heard thunder rolling in the clouds in the distance. No one else seemed to notice this, I thought as I looked around, the only other kid that seemed to notice was Grover Underwood who squeaked every time the invisible hurricane knocked on the windows until,

SPLAT,

A piece of peanut butter sandwich hit him in the face and in his hair the poor kid smells like goat but didn't deserve to get hazed by our third rate stereotypical class mean girl and her entourage, his best friend looked riled up enough as it was, trying to get up to do something about the bully, but Grover stopped him muttering something to him which seemed to piss him off more, Things looking like they would escalate, I stepped in, I won't normally, but I would not have them ruin this trip for me, History is to cool.

"Nancy, can you leave the kid alone?" I tried to say as calmly as I can muster,

"Piss off you four-eyed nerd you can't tell me what to do!" she retorts immediately, sticking out her tongue blowing a raspberry I put up my hand to block the blobs of spit being fired in my direction. 'How immature' I thought, but this can work.

"Eww that's disgusting Nancy!" I said unnecessarily loudly, getting Mr. Brunner's attention, "How can you spit on me! First bullying Grover then this!"

"What did you say, Mr. Magnus?" Mr.Brunner asked. "Nancy was bullying Grover, calling him a goat boy and throwing food at him!" I replied

Giving him more than enough evidence to use against her. She always dodges punishment, but I saw enough of these play out, Percy jumping in to stop the bullying getting physical and Nancy crying wolf getting off scot-free

"Miss Bobfit is that true?" he asked the Girl shook her head but then when he looked looked at the evidence I mentioned ,"You must not lie Miss Bobfit, now, before you get a quick ticket to the detention room, Stop and I will not repeat myself." he said quite sternly the girl obviously not expecting that, was about to give one of her clearly planned retorts opening her mouth but immediately closes it after Mr. Brunner raised an eyebrow, challenging the girl's backbone.

She sunk into her chair with a defiant huff, crossing her arms, shooting me a glare that could kill. I sat back down, wiping my hand and glasses on my pants, but satisfied, getting a glint of amusement from Mr. Brunner. Do I have something on my face? More spit !? The thought horrified me, I quickly used my vest. Thunder rolling again in the background, reminding me of the weird weather we were having.

Walking down the long ashen white hallway decorated with art from all over the world never ceases to amaze me as they just show that every place of an old forgotten past loved their culture and their home immortalizing it into these pieces that may see the end of time. Awesome, I smiled brightly sketching some of the artifacts in my notebook, I have a good memory but I'll still start on my favourite ones.