Undercover

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"Hi, my name is Olly. Olly Winterson. I'm here for my timetable, please?" Danny said with a kind smile, fiddling with his necklace. The gentle ticking against his chest was extremely comforting, more so than the thirteen watches that adorned his arms and the pocket watch in his left pocket. Dropping the gold chain, he pulled out his pocket watch and made sure the chain wasn't tangled at all. Satisfied, he looked up and took his timetable, darting off with a smirk.

"Ah, Mr. Winterson. Our new student. There's a free seat over there, between Sam and Tucker. Sam is the one dressed in black and Tucker is the one with a red cap."

"Thanks sir."

"The pleasure is all mine."

Collapsing into his seat, he glanced at Sam and Tucker. Tucker seemed like normal, as did Sam. Hopefully, that meant they had moved on after his death. Danny lifted a sleeve gently and pulled off three of his watches. Setting them on the table, he began to dismantle them with various tools he had seemingly pulled from nowhere. Just as he was organising the now singular pieces, his name was called. "Mr. Winterson, I suggest you pay attention. Can you answer my question now please?" Danny nodded slowly.

"Thank you. Please state one or more ways in which honour is presented in the poem, 'Charge of the Light Brigade' by Alfred Tennyson. (A/N sorry guys but I'm going I make this double as Revision. I just did this poem in English)

"The use of nouns such as 'hero' and 'glory' suggest that the soldiers and have a sense of honour and are or should be honoured. The adverb 'boldly' has the same effect. The lines 'Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to question why, Theirs but to do and die' are examples of repetition and rhyme and since they are so uniform give connotations of commands; again this can be linked with honour because the soldiers had to follow every command due to the fact it is dishonourable not to and, at the time, considered treason." (Again, sorry guys! Then again, I did that off the top of my head and I'm very impressed with myself for remembering the quotes like that! I didn't even have to get the poem out!)

"Ahem, well then Mr. Winterson looks like your quite intelligent. It's an honour to teach you."

"I don't need to be taught what I already know. I'm past college (in Britain, American College is called University as you may or may be know. I am British but for the sake of my American readers I am putting college.) level in intelligence, never mind high school!"

"Oh... uh, well let's get back to the poem." Danny smirked at Lancer's misfortune. It was nice to be so carefree with the teacher. He moved back to the gears before him and began putting them back together, this time as one watch. By the time the bell rang for his next lesson, a newly made watch was testing in his upper arm. Hidden by his sleeve, it ticked away. Again, a smirk graced his lips. Gym next. His best chance to fabricate his character for the students.