Carebears, Hippy Inspired Parents and the New Weres in Town.

Chapter 6 - Mr Chipper, Mr Felton and Mr Baboon.

Chapter 6 - Mr Chipper, Mr Felton and Mr Baboon

My resolution to be on time for my lessons, for once in my life, was ruined by the whole Rhos incident. That’s why, thirty seconds until the second bell was about to go, I was sprinting down the hall and up the stairs, rushing towards my art class.

I turned around the corner, skidding across the laminate floor in my converse as I did so, and came into view of my classroom. I began sprinting faster – if that was possible because I was already going pretty fast – as I saw my teacher grab the handle of the door, and starting to pull it shut.

“NOOOO!” I shrieked, but the teacher didn’t hear me. Well, I hoped he didn’t and wasn’t just ignoring me, because that would be just plain mean, not to mention rude.  

Right about now is when people would normally slow down and just walk to the door. But, considering the fact that I’m far from normal, I began speeding up. Don’t ask me why, I had a sudden impulse that a miracle would come and he would open the door.

Unfortunately, my Jesus moment didn’t happen and I ran full force into the closed door. My face squished up against the window as I slid down it, making me look like a pug dog...With extreme facial disfigurements. When I was around half way down the, my breathing constricted by the stupid thing in my face - as my nose was being squished by it, my art teacher decided to open door. Causing me to move with it and fall face first at his feet.

I groaned in pain - as, for what seemed the thousandth time that day, I was sprawled out on the floor in an awkward position. However, I could breathe again and having a couple of bruises is better than suffocating. I could just imagine the newspaper headlines “Girl suffocated to death after running into a door!”

So I decided to do the proper thing, and thank my art teacher. Of course, I had to do it the Bambi way. So, I bunched my knees under my torso and raised my hands over my head.

“Why, thank you Oh Divine Messiah. You have been my saviour and defeated the evil door, allowing me to breathe and not die an awkward death!” I recited, bowing down to Mr Kennedy.

“Urm. Yes. Well, do try to prevent from running into the door next time, Bambi. I’m not too sure if it could take anymore of you hitting it full force.” He spoke, his voice gruff and a tired expression on his old face. Who said it was the first time this had happened? I’ve counted three times this month...And it’s only the sixteenth.

“As the Divine Messiah wishes, I will try to prevent from damaging anymore doors.”  I replied, watching his expression turn from one of weariness to amusement.

“Good. Now we have that sorted, would you mind getting off of the floor and going to your seat?”

“Actually, I’m rather comfy here.” I blurted out before I could think twice, heck I didn’t even think the first time.

“You may be comfy, but the boy behind you looks rather awkward - If I say so myself.” Mr K, as I liked to call him, stated smugly. The dude may be old but he’s one sly fox, I thought sullenly as I twisted my head around.

Only to see the guy Stephen was with this morning smirking at me, his eyebrows raised in amusement.                     

“S’up?” I greeted carelessly, popping the ‘p’. A bright smile on my paint covered face - I really should wash that off.

“Well, obviously not you.” Was all the Dude said, his voice deep and man-like. Which is good, ‘cause you know...He’s a guy? And guys are meant to be man-like and stuff. Instead of voicing my opinions on his gender characteristics, I turned my head back around to look up at the amused Mr Kennedy and fake gasped.