onyx: poltergeist

five

JAYDA

Miraculously, I managed to make it to school on time after wolfing down a small salad I found in the fridge and tracing the entire route from Mr Lambert's house to the main building entirely on foot. I guess that's one reason why I would usually see his car parked at the parking lot behind the faculty, because I'm pretty certain that I might have gotten a few blisters on his heels from brisk walking down street after street until I finally reached my destination. Too bad Mr Lambert's body hadn't retained his driving skills for me to put to good use, and that he has to wear those rather uncomfortable Yves Saint Laurent shoes before going to school. Not to mention that rather heavy laptop he has to lug along every morning for work.

I trudged into the building and down the hallway, grimacing at how sore my feet were from walking that long of a distance. It was until I saw the door to the staff room when I could finally catch my breath; whipping out the teacher's pass I grabbed along with Mr Lambert's other belongings from his pants pocket, I tapped in and pushed the door open. A few other teachers inside momentarily stopped to look at me and I instantly felt quite small. This was quite an uncomfortable situation, considering that most of the other teachers who stopped and stared had taught me before over the past years when I was in my original body, but I brushed that sensation inside and filed in and out of the sea of teachers until I found Mr Lambert's desk.

"Morning Adam," I heard a fellow teacher call out to me. Yikes.

"Morning," I forced a smile and greeted back, holding back my urge to add the 'sir' behind it. I was in Mr Lambert's body now, so the most acceptable thing to do before I find a way to switch back was to act like his natural self and see things from his perspective.

I looked back at my teacher's desk, internally glad that he made an effort to keep it neat, and swiftly grabbed a folder labelled Creative Writing and a box of stationery along with his heavy laptop and clumsily clambered out of the crowded staff room. Mr Lambert was supposed to teach my class today, so finding where the classroom was located was no big deal. I slowly turned the doorknob and filed inside, lowering the load in my arms onto the teacher's table and glancing over at a sea of about thirty students.

Being the new school year, it was no doubt that I would see a few unfamiliar faces floating among the sea of familiar ones. I immediately caught sight of Mr Lambert, albeit trapped in my body, sitting in the seat next to Celine. For a teacher he really does have a great sense of style, deciding on an entirely black outfit topped off with my favourite black leather jacket and the cursed onyx pendant necklace to wear to class. Not to mention the fact that he knows me so thoroughly; he even chose the seat I would usually take, the one next to the greatest friend I've ever had.

I smiled to myself, he's trying his best to take care of my body and I applaud him for that.

Now, coming back to class. What was I supposed to say to this class, now that I'm suddenly thrown into the role of a Creative Writing teacher? I bit down on my lip before slowly releasing my grip. It's the first day of school, why not introduce yourself?

I turned around and picked up the whiteboard marker, slowly reaching up to the board and scribbling Mr Adam Lambert all in capitals. It looked rather untidy, but readable enough for the students, I suppose. I turned back to face the class once more, before finally opening my mouth to speak. "Good morning class, my name is Mr Lambert and I will be your Creative Writing teacher for this year."

No response came from the class. It felt as if it was dead, most of the students were simply staring up at me looking utterly confused. My gaze quickly shifted to Mr Lambert seated among the sea of gawking students, telepathically sending him brain signals of my panic. Help?