Apprehension

Teachers and School Buses

The one without color is supposed to be the reader, but I can't exactly make it accurate, so I just did whatever.

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Lunch didn't last very long after that- the free time being used up almost too fast for yourself to notice. You and Wolf had a few more laughs, and he even followed you out of the lunch room, but going  back into class was nerve racking. You see, this school is a little bit special.

Rather than the students moving from class to class, the teachers moved from class to class. It makes it easy for students in all honesty, but rather then being a pleasantry for you, this means your going to have to see that dude that punched you.

Dender was it? Or Trendre? You couldn't quite remember after having been punched in the face a few moments after learning it.

Standing in front of the classroom door, you quickly entered, deciding that just like at lunch, its better to get it over with.

Rushing to your seat, you sat down. All of your books were still here, same with pencils and pens and everything of that sort, but, strangely enough, not your seat partner.

Phew- you really dodged a bullet there. Perhaps he was in the office for punching someone? Eck- just thinking about how he punched you seemed to remind you of the pain in your eye and cheeks.

Eventually, in walked the teacher- and holy crap is your seat parnter related to him or what? Black hair, pale skin, purple eyes- heck, he looked even taller then Dener- or whatever the name was. A big difference being his overall more buff look, and his eyes. Sure they were purple... but they weren't nearly as stunning as the other guy, not to be rude to the teacher. The teachers were all a dark purple, where Trendre's where lighter colored with dark outlining them.

And holy crap- you just realized how stupid it is to argue about who's eyes are prettiest in your head.

The teacher looked over the classroom, setting his things on the table and pulling out a small paper. He started to read it aloud, "Hello class- as you all know- and as I will remind you- my name is Drade Murphy, but to all of you, that will be MISTER, Drade Murphy, or Mr. Murphy. In my class, I have a few rules that everybody must abide by and listen to. There will be no name calling- cheating- speaking- getting up out of you seat without permission- and most of all-  slaughtering the English Language when called upon. Something like, "Can I sharpen my pencil is incorrect- and will be treated as incorrect until you get it right."

A glare was present throughout his whole speech, and you could only assume he was restating the speech because you were the one kid who didn't here it the first day.

He looked to you, "You- the person absent- what is the correct way of saying 'Can I sharpen my pencil'?"

You jolted at how sudden the teac-- Mr. Murphy, sorry-- called upon you. You jumped to alerteness, "May I sharpen a pencil, Sir Drade." Either by accident or some other force, you spoke relatively in a calm voice. Unfortunately, you messed up his name. It's Mr. Drade Murphy or Mr. Murphy, not 'sir drade.'

You waited anxiously for what he would say.

A snuff of breath came from his nose, reminding you of some sort of dragon puffing smoke out in anger.

"What did I ask you to call me, student?"

You gulped silently, "Mister Drade Murphy or Mr. Murphy- Mr. Murphy."

"And what did you call me?"

You were soaked in your own sweat by now, "Sir Drade- Mr. Murphy."

"Can you see what's wrong here?"