"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry!"
"I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD REASON."
"Well, it's because I-"
"DID I SAY I WANTED TO HEAR YOUR REASON?"
"N-no you didn't! Please forgive me, Ma'am!"
I'm totally trembling before the horrifying monster that is in front of me. I am at its mercy. This is it. This is where my story ends. I guess I had a good run. My only regret is that I couldn't say goodbye to my family, and to the few friends that I have.
The monster sighed. "Well, it is your first day. I believe it can't be helped. Alright, you're off the hook. Just try not to repeat it again." she says.
Whoa, was I just spared? That's kind of hard to believe. One second she was a scary beast and the next second, she became a understanding old lady. Kinda bipolar, if you ask me. But I guess I shouldn't complain, since she is letting it go.
"Go ahead and take any of the free seats." she says.
"O-okay, thank you, Ma'am." I say. The seat at the very back near the window has already been taken. Damn it. The only few seats left available are in the second row and the first row. And by elimination, I choose the seat on the second row.
As I make my way to sit down, the eyes of my classmates are on me. I recognize some of them from the orientation, but aside from that, I don't really know them much. Heck, I didn't even remember that I belong to the House of Curo.
After I take my seat, our professor presumably picks up where she left off, before I interrupted the class. "Alright," she says. "As I was saying before-"
Before she could finish what she's going to say, the door of the classroom opens again. A boy enters the room, and by the looks of it, he's in a hurry.
Madam Prof. looks at him and says warmingly, "Are you Michel Barachus?" Uh-oh. I can see where this is going.
"Yes I am, Ma'am." he replies smilingly. "Sorry I'm-"
"YOU'RE LATE!" she shouts.
May the Lord Almighty have mercy on this poor and unfotunate soul.
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After receiving the same treatment I received, Michel, in shame, walked slowly to take his seat at the front row. Poor guy, he seemed really excited at first. I guess Madam Prof. is rough on all of the latecomers. I'll feel bad for the next person to come through that door. I should tread carefully with this teacher.
Madam Prof. then speaks up, "I've already introduced myself to most of you, but for the sake of the newcomers," she eyes me and Michel, "I'm going to introduce myself again. I'm Mrs. Christie Palmerson, and during your stay here, I will be your Literature professor." Her name kind of sounds like it suits a younger person, well, maybe it used to suit her. And she's going to teach us literature? Awesome. That's like one of the least boring subjects in school. I think I'm gonna like this class, if only she wasn't so terrifying.
Finished with her introduction, she then proceeds to show us what kind of stories that we're going to tackle, and gives us homework. Ugh... Only the first day and already there's homework? That blows. Since I'm late, Literature flies by fairly quickly, and she dismisses the class and bids us adieu. Like literally, she said the word "adieu".
While most of the class has gone to the cafeteria for recess, I decide to stay in the classroom and chill. I'm not that hungry anyway. I grab my MP3 player from my bag, plug in my earphones, and listen to the greatest music genre that ever existed: Alternative Rock. Ah, there's nothing more relaxing than this, just laying back listening to music, with no interruption whatsoev-
"YOOOOOOOOHHHH!"
"Ahhh!" I shouted. Someone has just screamed at me so loud it interrupted my peacetime. I look up to face the person who would dare interrupt Nelson Lew's moment of leisure.
"Finally, you heard me!" The guy says. "Why on earth were you late, Nelson?"
"I'm late for various reasons, none of which are of any relevance now." I reply. "By the way, who are you again?" It's hard to remember names.
"Dude! It's me! Kit! The president of House Curo!" he replies. "Are you an old man?" he smirks. Oh yeah. This guy's the president of our section. I kind of forgot him, even though he made a lasting impression back at the orientation.
"Oh, right. Sorry Kit, I'm not good at remembering names."
"Ah, it's cool. Since I am the prez of Curo, I should check everyone's attendance, right?"
"Isn't that the job of the record keeper, or beedle, or whatever?" I reply.
"Oh, oh yeah, you're right!" It's like he suddenly has brilliant idea. "I should've asked Abella to do that. She is the beedle, after all."
"Yeah, you go do that." I say. He leaves the room to find the girl he mentioned. I can't believe he disturbed me for a flimsy reason like that. Well, anyway, back to my mu-
"Hey, Nelson!" A girl, familiar to me, approaches. "What's up?" she asks.
Just hold it in, Nail. There will always be people who will get between you and your relaxation time. Just muster up a friendly enough reply. Here it goes. "What!?" I say politely.
"That's what I'm asking you." she replies. This girl is Erza Quilettes, or who I would like to call Madam President. Oh, she's not the president of Curo, Kit's the one filling that position. Nor is she the president of Magus, since their president is, well, I have no freaking clue who they are. Erza is actually the president of the entire Sacred Athens Senior Summer Program batch (We call it SASSP for the sake of the economy.) .
"Nothing's up." I reply. "Now leave me alone."
"Oh, don't be like that," Erza says. "I came here to tell you to head to the Cafeteria. There's something there for all of us, Magus and Curo."
"What is it?" I ask.
"Well, you just have to go and see for yourself." With that, she leaves.
Sigh, well, sadly I have no right to refuse the orders of Miss Madam President of the batch, so I decide to head out to the Cafeteria. And when I arrived, something really mouth-watering's there.
Erza Quilettes is throwing a banquet for the entire SASSP batch! I believe that I have chosen very, very wisely, to come to the Cafeteria.
