Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

But It's My Wedding Day

A/N: Listen to the video above :D

Emily's POV

I felt 9R's eyes on me as I waltzed in like how I used to - before I left, that is. But now I'm back, so... It's great. I beamed at all of them. "CLASS STAND!" Tatiana yelled - like how we used to. The class stood up as one, chairs scraping the floor gratingly - a familiar sight as well. "Good morning, Ms Emily, Mr Harper and Mr Collins," they intoned. I couldn't help but think about how they arranged our names. Oh, you're just overthinking. Yeah, I guess I am. Calm down, brain. I beamed at all of them. "Good morning to you all too, sit down," I said briskly, before walking to the back of the class.

"Okay, guys, so... Uhh... Ms Emily and Mr Collins will be just interviewing some of you and taking some pictures, and they'll be watching the lessons, so just act normally, okay? Act like how you usually did when... Umm... Ms Emily was still teaching here, alright?" Matthew hesitated in his answer. "Yes, Mr Harper..." I smiled slightly. Have they woken up yet? Haha... It's seven thirty in the morning, who on earth would be energetic NOW? A loud and obnoxious laugh rang out as William tried to flip bottles. Apparently HIM. Ugh... 

After a brief scolding, the lesson finally started. "So today, we'll be touching up on your science fair projects. This is the last session for you all to add your final adjustments and practice your presentation skills." A brief groan rang out. "And unfortunately, Mr Steinfield decided that this will affect your class placement next year," he added. "WHAT THE F-" The statement was cut short. "Flippin' heck?" Joseph Kirkland suggested sheepishly after glancing at me. They haven't changed one bit, those kids. Oh well...

Matthew's POV

I shook my head at them all chidingly, before waving my hands in a 'shoo' motion. "Go on," I said, sighing at their unresponsiveness. Can't believe my time with this bunch is ending... I'll miss them. But... They won't miss me. I'm just a side process to help them along... And I probably will be forgotten by most of them. It's all part of the job, Matthew. I know, I know. I love my job, really... But I kinda wish that I would be remembered. Oh well... I smiled wanly to myself as I strode lazily to the back.

"So... Whatcha writing?" I peered over Emily's shoulder at her notebook that was filled with her handwriting. "Hey, hey, stop!" she snapped, covering her notes protectively. "Aww, why? Did you write anything bad about me?" I joked. "Maybe I did. So what?" she retorted. I feigned hurt. "Your words wound me, Ms Fox," I wailed dramatically, writhing slowly to the ground. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up." QUICK, MAKE THE MOST CHEESY LINE EVER! Hell yeah. "Make me." I wriggled my eyebrows. She gave me The Face. I grinned. "Get out," she complained. Jared was already laughing. "But it's my wedding day!" 

"Don't you DARE quote Sherlock on me," Emily groaned. "You should have that on a T-shirt," I responded, winking. "Shut up." Jared and I immediately yelled, "MYCROFT!" Half the class turned around. "Hey, Liz, aren't you going to spaz and go nuts? I thought you LOVED Sherlock to BITS?" I overheard Olivia remark. I turned to look at them sharply. "Huh? Oh... Yeah, I do," the student in question replied weakly. Elizabetha attempted a smile and a floppy jazz hands. She isn't usually like this. What's wrong? It's probably just finals stress left over. Maybe...

Emily's POV

Why's Matthew suddenly so quiet? I tried not to stare at him. He was all joking around one moment, and now he just closed up. Then, I realised that he was looking at something. My eyes travelled around the room, landing on Charis, Lauren, Olivia and Elizabetha's group. Mattie was scrutinising them almost accusingly. What's wrong? They all seem okay... Wait. Something's off. What's different? Hairstyle? No. New glasses? Nope... I shook off the feeling. It's probably nothing... right? But I still had a vague, heaviness weighing down on my heart. Something's going to happen. But what?

I tore my gaze away from the four of them and attempted to focus on my notes. If it's going to be part of the 'Reflections' section of the newspaper, it's going to have to be long... At least the editor was pretty lenient. It's not that urgent anyway. It's only due by the end of December. One whole month and a half later! Yeah, gotta be thankful for that. Hopefully I'll get it done by the end of the month though... Then I'll have a month left to relax and revisit Silver Creek. I really missed this place more that I thought.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Matthew left me and Jared swiftly to assist a struggling group whose project had started to foam up. "Just... Add a bit of..." He grabbed the beaker and threw in a pinch of something from a Petri dish. The bubbles died down. "Thanks, Mr Harper!" He grinned at them, before turning to another four students. He really knows his stuff. I brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face absentmindedly as I toyed with my pen, sweeping over the class with my eyes. Oh, 9R, what if I didn't leave?  I felt a wrench at my heart. 

Matthew's POV

I kept glancing at the clock. It was their LAST DAY of prep and they only had five minutes left to finish everything they had been planning. I was, honestly, proud of them. Proud of them not giving up. Proud that they had been enthusiastic about it. Proud that they hadn't caused mass destruction and extinction of the human species. Little things like that. There were some really interesting projects and experiments. When these little buggers grow up... They'll help society (hopefully). And they'll be great at it. 

If only I had been like them when I was younger... I couldn't help but smirk as I recalled my younger self. I was naïve and silly, then. Reckless... I was so infatuated by the notions of heroes and villains, the good and the bad, the dark and the light. But now? Well, there isn't any heroes are there? No more childish dreams of saving someone. Those are in the past now. But you still like the idea of superheroes. That's different. That's fiction. This is the real world. And it sucks. A lot. I exhaled slowly.

This world isn't split into the good guys and the baddies. It's not as simple. Heck, there AREN'T villains and heroes. Heroes don't exist. They're fangled notions that failures believe that will save them from whatever they're going through, when they themselves are the ones that will save them. It's all about the mind. You used to be one of those 'failures', Matthew William Harper. Don't go around labelling people what they aren't. Sitting down to rest my head on the table, I took a few deep breaths. Oh yeah? Then prove to me that heroes exist in this world. They don't. They never have. No one... No one will save me.

A/N: Hello! Okay, this took a long time. By the way, Matthew's views don't represent mine. It's just who he is.

The one that believed now has lost hope, huh? *foreshadows* 

Okay, now on to the serious stuff. I'll be going to dorm, so... I won't be updating so frequently. UGH. But hey, I'll try to use my laptop at night to upload secretly and write in my free periods, or during Self Study Time... No promises, though... :( Sorry guys, but after all, school first, right? 

Anyways, love you all.

Wolfie OUT!