Changing Fate

Chapter 2

Clark's P.O.V

I arrive outside the classroom completely out of breath. It was a terrible idea to run. I tried to fix myself up a bit before I opened the door and sauntered in, making it look like I didn't care about being late. "And who might you be?", the teacher asked me. " I'm new." "Ah, it seems we have a new student. Why don't you tell the class a little bit about yourself." Seriously. Right if information is what he wanted, that was what he'd get.

"My name is Clark and I'm 16 years old." Start normal. "I have 1 brother. I moved here from Ireland with him and my mam." "-excellent Clark, I'm glad to see you have the confidence to speak in front of the class maybe you should find a seat now-" the teacher interrupted me. "I saw my dad be brutally murdered" I continued on, ignoring him. "And I have a deep love for pie." With that I bowed and walked down the aisle to the only free seat which, for some strange reason, always seems to be at the back of the class even though that's where everyone wants to sit. Guess Irish teachers aren't the only ones who love seating plans.

Once I sat down, the teacher continued talking about a play or something along those lines. How boring. English teachers way over analyse everything. For example, once we were reading a story and the teacher said the blue curtains portrayed the authors depression. Needless to say, me being me, I emailed this to the author. My teacher received an angry email a week later about how he wasn't depressed and the curtains were blue because he wanted them to be f*cking blue and please not to question his life choices. My teacher didn't like me much after that.

I sighed loudly. "Ms. Clark, am I boring you?", the teacher asked. I quickly thought of the last play I read and answered " No sir, its just that I disagree with your statement." "Well would you care to explain your opinion then?" "Gladly. First of all, Romeo is an idiot. He says he loves Juliet when really he just wants her for her money and beauty. I mean, if it's love at first sight then its surely based on appearance not personality and it can't be true love if it's foundation is something as shallow as that. Secondly, it's clear to see that Lady Capulet was having an affair with Tybalt and that's why she wanted revenge so quickly and thirdly, Mercutio and Benvolio should be the main love story, because I ship benvuchio a lot more than ruliet or jomeo or whatever you want to call it. I mean half the time everyone's just running round like headless chickens and people call it the greatest love story of all time!!! Even I could write better than that!" I finished my rant, almost panting with the effort.

The room was silent. I bet you could have heard a pin drop. Then someone began slow clapping. I turned around, before mentally hitting myself as I remembered I was at the back of the room. Turning back around I found the source of the laughter. A girl stretched out lazily on her chair with her feet on the empty desk next to her.

"Ms. Kate, if you agree with Ms.Clark's opinion, then you can both write your own script which should be better than the Bard's himself!",the teacher shouted. " Yes sir", the girl- Kate drawled in an obviously Irish accent. At least I'm not the only one here. Another student put up their hand. "Yes Mr. Novak?" The teacher was obviously agitated by now, we were disrupting his class after all. "Sir I think what you're doing isnt right." 'Mr.Novak' stated quietly. The teacher sighed deeply. "And why is that Mr. Novak?" "Well sir, you're punishing them for having an opinion that is different to yours." Novak answered meekly. "If you have such strong feelings, then you can join them Mr.Novak." The boy glanced over at us and hung his head.

The room was silent for a moment, until the noise of a chair being scraped along the ground filled the room. I winced as the screeching reached my ears. The boy next to 'Mr.Novak' had stood up. "Sir you can't treat them like this" , he said softly. "Mr.Winchester, you seem to have forgotten who is in charge here. I can and will treat you as I see fit,now the 4 of you can start writing your masterpiece in detention this afternoon!"

Winchester looked like he was gonna box the teacher, but the Novak kid pulled on his sleeve and looked at him pleadingly. Winchester sighed,and glared at the teacher one more time before grudgingly sitting down. Realising I was the only one still standing, I quickly sat down, feeling my cheeks burning.

As soon as the bell rang, I raced out of the class. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, with no one making much of an impression on me except for the nice dinner lady. Though to be honest I'm not sure that's a good thing. I was guilt-tripped into buying the inedible food and I don't think that's an expense I can afford for very long. Anyway, the rest of the day was a bit of a blur full of boring 'new kid' speeches and introducing myself a gazillion times. The English class nearly slipped my mind by the time school ended, apart from the fact that I was standing in front of the library doors, waiting for my detention. It was then that I thought 'you know what, I'm gonna enjoy this detention whether that English teacher likes it or not." I pushed both doors open to swing in front of me- I did always like to make an entrance.

Chapter 2 yay!!! Got exams coming up so can't promise much for a while, but hey enjoy this one at least

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(Promise there'll be more people to add to that list next chapter)

That's all for now folks(if you don't get that you had no childhood) For more great stories, see emmarowlette and neko_is_a_dumb. See you next chapter!!