"Hello, Class 32. What are you learning right now?"
"That will be, ah, Farsi, Madame."
"Ah, yes, thank you. Now, I've brought here new students. They'll introduce themselves shortly. They are, ah, quite an interesting pair. If you'll excuse me.."
(The whole class) "Goodbye, Madame President!"
(Shinya)
After that, Grandma Tanny-toos left the room. Leaving me with Fire Head alone in the front.
SHT! You're leaving ME, with HER?!
(Language teacher)
"Hello. Intoduction please?"
(Ayame)
Man, this woman's voice is stern.
REALLY stern.
Ugh.
ANOTHER introduction?
Can't I have a break, please?!
Still trying to grind the fact that I'll be walking these halls with a plant!
Shinyaus ridiculousennus. The scientific name of the rarest species of plant that I'd love to bury in the ground any time.
So rare, you can never find any that are more annoying than this.
Darn I just hate introductions.
I looked at Mr. Flower Pot with a "You First." eye contact.
GET THE MESSAGE, IDIOT.
(Shinya)
Torch is staring at me.
Wait, take that back.
She's GLARING at me.
What did I do this time?
Bah, no matter.
She's always pissed, anyway. Given her face, why shouldn't she?
I stared at her with a What-are-you-looking-at message, but she started nudging me instead.
"EHEM???"
(Ayame)
Will you COOL IT, oldie?!
Damn woman.
So impatient.
Just because her coffee's getting cold doesn't mean we should hurry up.
Come ON, Petalburg! START TALKING!
Man, he's oblivious of me nudging him.
Two more nudges and he ignores it, man, I'm gonna step on his foot.
(Shinya)
YOU.
SURE.
ARE.
ANNOYING, you oversized campfire.
STOP NUDGING ME!
IT TICKLES!
SERIOUSLY!
I think I'm starting to get her message that she wants me to speak up first,
but these people just keep whispering things about my hair.
What's worse, I don't know what they're saying.
What kind of speech is this?
Uh, I think I heard Grandma Tanny-toos ask it at Grandma Hothead here.
Uh...Sarsi?
Fatty?
Forty?
Salami?
Yeaaaah, well it's around those words.
Ah yes. Farsi. I remember now.
Honestly I'd be happy to speak first,
because I'll fill in E-V-E-R-Y detail about Miss Torch here.
Like a while ago.
But if she would JUST.
STOP.
NUDGING ME, then I might consider.
When I couldn't stand her nudging, I stepped on her foot--
--which, unfortunately, she's done it faster.
But I still nailed my target.
(Both)
"OW!"
*takes the foot that was stepped on and hops on one foot*
And the whole class, whispering awhile ago, suddenly broke into laughter.
"SERIOUSLY YOU TWO! You were staring at each other and nudging, then you stomp on each other's feet and scream in pain? ARE YOU SERIOUS ABOUT THIS SCHOOL OR NOT?!"
(Both)
I DON'T CARE, LADY! MY FOOT HURTS 'CAUSE AN IDIOT STEPPED ON IT AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU YAPPIN' YOUR MOUTH OFF!
*still hopping on one foot, slowly inching towards the side of the room, unnoticably*
"YOU NEW KIDS WATCH OUT FOR THE--!"
(Both)
Huh?
(Ayame)
In a quick moment,
almost like a milisecond,
I could picture something like a fishbowl sitting on top of a pedestal held up high.
(Why one earth would it be help up so high like that?)
Before I could look at the contents of the bowl, it--
(Shinya)
What is WITH these people?
I could spot a bunch of white stuff in a... what's that, a fishbowl?
And it's nearly touching the ceiling.
Well, by looking at our situation here (freeze the scene, please.),
Torch and I are just 1 milisecond closer to the thing that holds the fishbowl.
And now it's not touching the ceiling anymore.
*CRASH!*
*topple*
*wobbly-wobbly*
*fishbowl falls on top of their heads safely, scattering the contents around them, all but one, which was stuck in it*
"WELL! I was going to take that from up there after the introductions so that you could draw one, to know what language you're taking up this semester. UN-fortunately, looks like you did it first. And it was supposed to be a INDIVIDUAL draw lot. Since you made QUITE a mess, and you, unexpectedly, held on to just ONE, piece, we'll take that."
*Language Teacher takes the fishbowl from their heads and fished out the small flap of paper*
"Ah. Lucky pick. Japanese."
BINABASA MO ANG
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