Teacher of the Year • Brallon [ON HOLD]

The Time Machine · H.G. Wells

"It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning."

-H.G. Wells

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"Good morning, everyone."

The teacher welcomed to an a string of loose replies bidding the reciprocating action. From the laziest in the back of the class just barely getting by to the cheery morning suns in the front row.

The brown haired man chuckled to the reply before slaming his leather bound case ahainst his desk. Waking everyone up even 'Z-Quill' the classes most flamboyant sleeper. The poor boy got the nick name when he'd fall asleep. No matter the time of day, nor place he'd simply slam his bag against the rest and fall asleep on top it.

Brendon didnt mind. As long as he got the homework and finished it accordingly, he had no matter.
The boy did get an A last quarter after all. He was a prized student.

The man loosened up his red tie and adjusted his collar for comfort. Reaching out near the curved silver ledgeing connected to the whiteboard to grasp open his green Expo marker.

"This month, were reading; The Time Machine by H.G. Wells."

Once again, minimal remarks where blurted throughout the classroom. A kid with swavy brown hair and a round face, and permanently blushed cheeks raised his hand.

Brendon hated teaching Middle School at times. Not only he had to deal with pubescent pre-teens and hormonal children but their snobby attitudes and low achievement records. Not that everyone in this school is like that, but Brendon was simply observant of all the rather rough housey kids placed in his classroom instead of the others. Then again, he was In fact the best teacher in the district and every student that entered his class, came out a Totally new person.

"Mr. Urie?" His voice was squeaky and high. Brendon didnt even verify availability to speak before he began to complain. "Why do we have to always read these old ass books." The class erupted in a hush chuckle as he lifted the tan book for emphasis.

Brendon shifted his jaw in annoyance as he laughed along with the class dryly. The students began to hush as he continued the laughter. "Come on!" Brendon insisted rhetorically, "Keep laughing! Where's the fun?" He shook his head. "Oh yeah, there is none." He stood over the boys desk.

"Because its not going to be funny when you're sitting on the curb waiting for someone to put five cents in your hands because you couldn't read a book that could determine you're entire career." Brendon snapped. "All of you in this class has done something. Nice or not. This classroom, is my classroom so dont any of you critique my lessons nor each other. this should be a safe zone. But every time I enter this fucking classroom I see one more kid depressed and on the verge of death. I am sick of it DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

He yelled throughout the classroom. Silence laced it and the kids refered to have an abundance of hope filled within their eyes. The students emotions stirred from fear, shock to stunned of the curse word he'd just used. Only few questioning why they took the class. They said he was a nice guy? Which he was, of course.

He cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes to Jacob, The boy who asked  the question. "This book, is a highschool level and it determines your psychological levels and perspectives. If any of you miss the test on the end of month for this book it will take off 5 high school credits. And 1 for College."

Brendon placed a pen on the boys desk and a slip paper he'd just wrote on. "So its best you take it seriously." Brendon paced back to his desk before continuing to write the lessons. "Any more questions?"

"No, sir." The class replied in sync.

"Good." he grinned. "Were going to have one hell of a year."

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"What's your name?"

"Hello! My name is Amelie Weekes, I'm in 3rd grade, Mrs. Elisia Yao's class."

"Good job."

Dallon grinned happily and crouched down to kiss his daughters temple. Knox the Elementary and Middle school. The older the grade, farther back the buildings.

His daughter rushed over to the main office as Dallon locked the door, securing his saftey before shrugging on his computer bag.

Entering the building he waved a goodbye to his daughter before exiting behind the office and into the hallways.

Class 221

He re-read, double checking to be sure he didnt pass the door. Realizing how far down he was going, he noticed he'd now just entered the middle school hallway. Right across from him being an English classroom. He quirked an eyebrow, not understanding the fact he was a mathematics teacher in the English hallway.

He tried jimmying the door. It didnt budge. One more time, he used his shoulder to ram into it. He heard numerous kids giggling inside and he sniggered. Shaking his head as he drew out his key, slime extracting off of it as he withdrawed. "What the hell..." He mumbled to himself.

Dallon stood back before using his foot to slam against the door. The Commotion drawing the attention to a nearby teacher.

The tall raven haired man turned to see a short, oak brown quiffed man. His eyes slitted and blush pink lips pursed. His hand at his hip as he stood impatiently.

"Hell are you doin'?" The teacher asked. Dallon scratched the back of his head, mouth in awe at the man's beauty. "The doors locked."

Brendons eyes furrowed together and his face practically dripping with 'are you fucking stupid?'

"Use your key? Maybe that'll get us somewhere."

Dallon raised the key to present the slime the still slowly dripped down onto the floor. Brendon sighed and nodded his head in understanding.

"Ah, okay."

Brendon knocked on the door. Loud shuffling gave away the students presence as the door opened slowly, revealing a short boy with black hair. "Kellin I swear to god open the door."

"Sorry Mr. Urie." He mumbled as he opened the door even more, presenting the room which was upturned into a lounge. Chargers all over the place, Starbucks on the bookshelf, computer playing out... Okay maybe we should skip that part. And paper planes littered the floors. "What in your right minds where you thinking-"

Brendon was interrupted with a loud pornographic moan. Dallon and Brendon's eyes widened as a kid in a black hoodie and a collar around his neck, features just barely visible and his eyes narrowed over to the two adults as he continued watching the computer.

"Christ." Dallon cursed under his breath.

"That's Derrin. His moms a Milf and dad's an underground drug Lord. Dont fuck with him." Brendon informed wearly.

"I wasn't planning on it." Dallosm eyes where wide as he placed his bag on the desk. Adjusting comfortably in the Chair given which surprisingly untouched.

"Mr. Urie who is that? I thought you where our sub for today?" A girl with two sided dyed hair questioned. A lollipop sticking from her mouth.

The man tilted his head and glanced over at the man, questioning his existence as well.

Smirking as he familiarized his gorgeous features. "Yeah, who are you?"

Dallon smirked and winked at the Brunette, swaying in his chair slightly. Seeing the circumstances he was just previously put under.

"The teacher of the year."

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A/N:
Hi, How are you?

I hope you ate well, took your medicine and slept today. Its all going to be okay. Just try and distract your mind.

Hope you're enjoying my book :)

Have a nice day <333