Ylisse High (Fire Emblem: Awakening fanfic)

English

Dear... God... I think I'm dead... Who the hell let FREDERICK be the Phys Ed teacher's aide? He only did the warmups, but I can't feel my feet... Anyway, it's English class and then I'm free! Though... With all these classmates that...actually could be friends (!), maybe I won't take the first bus home... But I'm getting ahead of myself! First, I have to get through this...

Walking into the classroom, I notice a few familiar faces. Chrom, as usual, is surrounded by people who I assume are probably in the Shepherds (though I'm still not entirely sure what they are) and people I'd never seen before alike. No surprise, I guess. He's nice, handsome, and, all in all, pretty much the ideal person. It's also no surprise that all the seats around him are completely taken up, so I scan the rest of the room for an empty seat. Spying one, I catch it immediatly, without even a glance as to who's next to me.

That fact hits me right after I put my bag down beside me.

My head whips to the side, praying that I'm sitting beside someone good. A bedheaded boy waves happily.

Thank you God for making such a beautiful world.

"Hey, Becca! So we're in English together?" Stahl says, smiling. His eyes widen momentarily, obviously remembering something. "Oh, yeah! Just warning you, Mr. Cervantes doesn't allow seat changes through the year, so... Looks like you're stuck with me!"

The sudden urge to sing hymns of praise to whichever divine entity allowed this to happen nearly overcomes me. Deep breaths, Becca. Deep breaths.

"So, how's Mr. Cervantes as a teacher?" I ask, enjoying the sound of his voice.

"Hmm... Well, he's a little...weird." He falls silent as a slightly short man walks in. Excuse me, a slightly short man and his moustache. Seriously, that thing is so big it deserves to be mentioned seprately. To give an idea, find a friend who's about 5"5, roll up a small shag rug, and place it on their upper lip. That's pretty much this guy's moustache. "There's Mr. Cervantes," Stahl informs me, his voice considerably quieter. "You'll see just what kind of guy he is..." he checks the clock above the blackboard, "right...about...now!" At that, the bell rings. I give a low whistle.

"Dang, Stahl. How did you..."

"Lots of practice. And being bored before classes." He smiles, almost bashfully. "Though now that you're here, I'm guessing I won't be so bored!"

If you put a drop of water on my cheeks right now, it would evaporate from the heat.

Luckily (?), Mr. Cervantes decides that moment happened to be the perfect time to begin the lesson. He stands up, drawing himself up to his full, rather unimpressive height. Clearing his throat, he begins.

"Welcome to English, class. Today, we shall be discussing the nuances of Shakepeare, and how we can relate the verses and phrases to my moustache."

Wait... What? I glance over at Stahl, who was looking at me. Obviously, this happened a lot... I open my mouth to speak, but then remember we're in class with a teacher that may or may not be a little nutty. Instead, I mouth it.

"Is this normal?!?" Stahl nods, grinning. Man, I got into a weird school...

"First off! A phrase that you all should know! 'A rose by any other name smells just as sweet!'" Mr. Cervantes draws his finger like a knife, pointing it at the ceiling to accentuate his point. What exactly that is, I haven't quite figured out yet... "Now! To allow for a warmup, I will give you the comparison for this one myself! One can relate this line to how no matter which shape my moustache takes, and no matter if it is called a moustache or something else, it will still! Be! MAGNIFICENT!"

That seals it. My English teacher is completely crazy.

"Now, I'll give you seversl lines from various Shakespeare plays, and in your notebooks, write down what it means, and, more importantly, how it can be used to describe my moustache of power!" With that, he begins scratching out lines on the board.