A New World

The Mentor

Chapter 4 – The Mentor

Today, many people intend to listen to something knew instead of something old. Our history is being forgotten. One must turn back to where he belongs, or else he won’t know why he is heading somewhere. It’s been very hard for a professor to lead people into reading his own blog. The influence of the internet today lead most of the people’s interest onto being more sociable. After thinking those words, he then types those thoughts that were about having some interest about the history into a tiny white box inside the screen, and moves over his hands holding an object, about the size of his hand, which is capable of moving an arrow across the screen in front of him. He points it a red text box that is labeled with a white-font word Publish. He then clicks the left side of the object he was holding in his right hand and the page on the screen pops out a box with the words: Published, thank you professor Andrews!

Let’s see if the kids will look at these things, hopefully.

Professor Charles Andrews is a history teacher in Central High School in Bridgeport, Fairfield County, Connecticut for almost 5 years. He is well-known for his intelligence about the conspiracies happening in our history but is later warned by the board of directors of the school to stop teaching it to the students because they believe it is not facts he was teaching, rather an opinion and hoaxes. It was like a big part of his life was taken, his passion for teaching every single students about what happened and what will happen was took away. I know I still lack information, but sometimes lies reveal truth!

After they took a part of his dreams, he did more research on what he is about to teach, what he must know and sometimes thoughts that are coming out of his mind. Day by day, he comes to the library, watches videos on the internet and surfs facts, opinions and hoaxes about every single phenomenon. He sweeps it dust by dust.

He’s such a scum.. That young man will end to no right path.. The dog will never learn doesn’t he? Almost all of the faculty members are mocking him. Sometimes they sabotage him, they’ll borrow the books about history before Professor Andrews does, or they will steal the copies of what he had researched and written.

“I know what they are doing Ms. Rose” says Charles before Ms. Rose, his colleague, gets closer behind him while he is doing some paper works.

“So why not try and stop them?” ask Ms. Rose.

“Have you ever tried to stop in the middle of taking a piss, Jazminne? Those people won’t stop it until they’ve cleaned what is chilling off their bodies.”

“You’re not a piss, Charles. But if that’s what you’re trying to be, then I bet they will win.”

“There is no battle between taking a piss and finishing it Ms. Rose, sometimes you just need to wait until they are finished.” Charles said, ending it with a smile, tilting his head down a little bit while raising his eyebrows.

“You are not letting them finish you, are you?”

“Who says I’m just a piss? I’m a cancer Ms. Rose! Hah!” he laughs and then smiles confidently. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to my class, Jazminne.” As he left, Ms. Rose take a peek of what he is researching, she saw a picture of a hieroglyphic image of the people of ancient Egypt building a pyramid, having the symbol of an ancient Egypt god at the top of the unfinished, yet on-going according to the image, pyramid.

“After the claiming of their Holy Land, the knights of the first crusade later founded the Knights Templar or simply Templars. They’ve protected various Holy Places in the Holy Lan-“

“Sir, can I ask a question?” someone at the back yelled.

“Sure what is it?”

“Didn’t they do secret initiations?”

Tough one, kid. Professor Andrews felt chill behind his spine; the words he wants to spill out were at the tip of his tongue. It still lacks proof though.

“There were rumors, kid. But let us be careful about that, back then it is one of the causes of their downfall. King Philip IV of France, who was deeply in debt to the Templar, took advantage of that and annihilated them. There will always be someone who pays their debts using the hard works of the others.”

“But they survived the annihilation, right?” says the other kid from the class. “They became the Freemasons, right Professor?”

“Indeed they were.”

“Cool.”

I know right. Professor wanted to scream it at the top of his lungs. I wish you could hear this, Frank.

The bell rings and the students, as usual, pack their notebook, ball pen, pencil and other things that a typical student brings out inside the classroom. As the students leave the classroom..

 

“Good afternoon Professor Andrews.” A guy in a black suit, with a wireless earphone at his left ear, and is accompanied by a women with the same description, enters the room, grabs his wallet and flips it off. “I’m FBI Special Agent Miller, and we are in desperate need of your intelligence, Professor.”