Emily drags me down the long empty hallways leading me to our first class. I nearly fall down after almost tripping over my own feet. She is moving much faster than I am. "Damn this chick has way too much energy!"
I stumble again as she pulls me forward then abruptly stops outside of a door. I look up seeing "Room 204" in bold black letters on the doors window. "Ugh Math."
She releases her death grip on my wrist then pushes the door wide open. As I rub my tender and probably bruised wrist she walks into the room twirling around in circles then nearly fell to her face as she trips herself. Along with the rest of the class I chuckle softly as I find the sight hilarious. She looked so confident in herself even after she nearly shoved everything off the teachers desk.
"Settle down now Emily. Would you care to explain why you are so late?" His voice was so calm and soothing.
Instead of being upset with Emily he just laughed at her. He looked like one of those laid back -wants to be your friend- kind of teacher. With his smooth, freshly shaven, just slightly chubby face and his brown hair that was just long enough to have strands in every direction. He was roughly 6'2 and had the kindest almond shaped brown eyes. Truthfully he looked maybe half Korean at least. He wore some black blue jean pants and a long-sleeved white button-up shirt that he had tucked into his pants. He had some black dress shoes, a pink belt, and a tie that had space kittens on it.
"I had to help the new kid." She said in fake annoyance throwing me under the bus. My jaw slightly dropped and my eyes widened in fear as the class now turned and looks at me standing in front of the door. Emily gave me two thumbs up then went and sat down in her seat.
The teacher took two steps away from his desk then places his hands into his pockets. "Oh Yeah! I completely forgot we where getting a new student. Well, you want to introduce yourself to the class?" He asked motioning with on hand towards the students.
"Uh..Damian" My voice is hushed and low. I hated everyone looking at me.
"What was that kid?" He asked cupping his ear with his hand." These kids can't hear a dang thing. I should know half the time they can't hear me and I practially yell at them."
A few students chuckle at his remark. One kid jokes saying. "We purposely don't listen to you." He playfully rolls his eyes at his students then returns his attention to me.
"Damian....M-My name is Damian." I stutter trying to get the words okay.
"Damian..what?" He asked leaning forward trying to get me to say my full name.
I try to remain calm in front of all the people staring at me. But it's not working. I'm sweating like a pig I'm sure the students in the back can see me shaking.
"Damian Jay Jones"
"Well then Damian, It's very nice to meet you." He says reaching forward for a hand shake. I hesantly reach forward and just before my fingers touch his he retracts his hand running his finger through his hair. I drop my hand to my side, my cheeks burning red from embaressment.
"My name is Mr. Larson, But the class calls me King Larson I expect you to do the same." He says seriously. I stare at him with utter confusion. "Is this guy serious." Before I can even open my mouth to respond Emily stands up scooting her chair back until it his the desk behind her.
"Don't listen to him! He isn't King Larson he is Princess Lady Balls!" Emily busted out laughing before she even finished her sentence. A few students chuckled lightly even Mr. Larson let out a slight chuckle. She then was laughing so hard she fell back into her chair making the student behind her lean away to avoid being hit.
The joke quickly stopped being funny but Emily continued to laugh. Some students whipped out the phone to record the girls laughter. Every now and then she would snort, slam her hand down on her desk, and stomp her feet rapidly against the floor. A kid two seats away from her let out a short laugh as he too watched Emily struggle to contain her laughter. I glance over to him and see the same boy I ran into earlier covering his mouth to stifle his own laughter.
While the two continue to laugh Mr. Larson just watches them with a raised brown. He crosses his arms over his chest after a solid minute he clears his throat very loudly. The two immediately stop laughing and all eyes are on the teacher.
"Um....Can I sit down now?" I asked softly looking towards the teachers feet.
I look up and over see Emily and the boy from earlier bouncing up and down in their seats point to the empty desk in between them. They don't say anything but mouth to the teacher to let me see there. The teacher looks at them with an expression that says "yeah right."
Not taking his eyes of the two students he speaks up. "Mr Hutto, I want you to sit in the spare desk back there, Mr. Jones here will be sitting in your spot." He looked towards Emily and the boy sticking his tongue out at them briefly.
The kid -who looks like a drug addicts- gathers his things then moves to his new seat. Then I slowly move over and sit down on the left side of the room closer to the front.
"Okay class let's begin shall we."
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Charaters
Mr larson: markiplier
Damian:
Jason:
Emily:
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