Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 20, 2005 9:42:45 GMT -5
Now I get. She seems to like the troublemakers. I think. She pushed me forward. Guess I’ll take my seat then. Trying to be a little smart, and to help out poor Waxford, I went over and sat by him. Another reason was.....just to get smart to Ms. Crawler hehehe. I never really liked being near others, but being near the front helps my vision. That and that I won’t be in the back with the “childish” students.
Now I know you all remember how Waxford was SO afraid of me when I questioned him that time. Well honestly.....he’s just a plan coward. You could see how week he was when he gave.....him....a “high-eye”.
Anyway. I could see Percy was already busy trying to find her music player. I turned back, not wanting her to see me. Crawler was busy still writing on the board. I turned to my side to see Waxford still hiding under the table. Jeez what a baby. Might as well tell him Percy’s gone. He was shaking. I placed my left top hand on his back.
“Hey Waxford, she’s gone....” I told him. He shakily rose and laid back in his seat, thankful. “Oh thanks Randall....” he said. Yeah, he knew me. “Come on Waxford, why do you have to be such a coward?” I said. “Tell me one guy who doesn’t get afraid of that!” he told me, pointing back. I looked back at Percy. She was eating lunch early, taking a huge bite out of her millipede sandwich. I gritted my teeth and we both turned our heads to each other.
“No argument here” I replied. Guess he was right. Waxford sunk back into his seat. I did too. The door opened and we both picked our heads up to look. Nicholas Schmidt. You probably don’t remember him very well. Long legs and hands. Eyes at the top of his head, mouth just below it, and fully red....or pink...your call.
Nicholas was one of Wazowskis “fans”. Always laughed at his jokes, no matter how stupid they were. He was great at getting out of situations. Such as when he got a friend in the medical department and got a day off work. Had the excuse too.
He was a fun guy through, didn’t have anything against me. Made me laugh a few times. He came over and sat in the seat diagonal of Percy. Next up was Sanderson and Ricky. Ricky came and sat in the desk to the corner of my left. And Sanderson took the seat behind him, making sure to walk over the door rim. Nuts, I wanted a take two ha ha.
Coming up next is someone you probably won’t see. David Strife. He was reptilian. Almost alligator body. A short head, blue eyes, spines down his back. His neck formed into his body, which was dark green scales with sliver specs, which went down to his short legs and ending with his large tail. He was almost the same size and height of me. He also had five...well I guess you could call them fronds. But they were thin, almost as thin as hair, and we’re curved down in front of his left eye.
I didn’t know Strife well. He wasn’t connected with Sullivan or Wazowski. He was more of a mystery to us all. He seemed more like the quite sort, always did his work and didn’t fool around. Hmph...seems like all us reptiles are tied to wanting success. Anyway, he was ok with me. He came over and sat beside me, fitting his tail through the hole, and placing his hands together on his book.
Strange as it may seem, I couldn’t help but be....a little confused.
Anyhow. Robert “Dentures” Peterson was next. You all know him of course. Peterson always had candy bars for lunch. That’s why we called him Dentures sometimes. He had to get them for his teeth. On account that he had bad breath and his teeth were falling out.
He was a friend of Sanderson. Peterson was an ok guy. Always helped Sanderson sometimes by helping him with “accidents”.
Anyway, he came and sat beside Sanderson. Always the friend. Well....small class, maybe this won’t be so bad. Remember my luck? Good, then your paying attention.
I placed my hands behind my head. “Easy street” I whispered to myself. And what do you know.....
The door burst open and there was....
“And that street just got pot holes” I whispered to myself in frustration. “The party has arrived!”. Wazowski. Yep. There he was. The green oval of comebacks. The monster that no one can defeat in a conversation. I grabbed Waxford in my hands and shook him. “Just kill me! Kill me now!” I whispered loudly. Waxford just stared. “Well well.....looks like your with me Lizard Boy”. I turned my eyes to the left. Wazowski right in front of me. I let go of Waxford and stared back. “Don’t think you can trip me this time Wazowski....” I said. “Oh that’s too bad.....I enjoyed it” he retorted. He walked, more like strutted, to the back row. When he was in the middle of the room, he noticed Percy. “Well if it isn’t the olive now” she said. Thank you Percy. Wazowski put on his cowardice. He moved over and sat in the seat three seats behind and one seat over from me. Remember what I said about her being able to get everyone?
Thankfully Sullivan wasn’t here. Guess the board thought the two together would disrupt classes. Crawler seemed finished, turning her eyes to us.
“As you know class, I’m Ms. Crawler....” she said. Duh. “I will teach you everything you need to know in this class about English...but first....I want to go over the rules of this class” she said. Every English teacher. Blah blah blah. After that she gave Ricky, David, me, and Waxford papers to pass back. “Eh...” I began. Strife took the one that I had to pass back to Percy. “I’ll take care of it” he said. He got out of his seat and headed back, setting the paper on Percy’s desk. Percy was listening to her music at the time. He came back and sat beside me.
“Thanks” I said. “Don’t mention it” he said, acting as if it was a simple thing. After a few more blah, Crawler gave us each a “get to know” type of form. You know, one of those that let the teacher know more about you. Ok lets see.
“Favorite music.....blues, jazz....Clubs or After School Activity’s.....none” I whispered to myself. In about a couple minutes I was done. So was Strife and Waxford. Peterson and Sanderson were talking together. Percy was moving to the beat of her music and writing squiggles. Nicholas and Ricky were thinking of what to put next, and Wazowski was busy was busy looking through his Scare Cards. Yes, there are cards of scarers in our world, just like baseball players in your world. The rarest of them all was Fangs McDonald. One of Wazowski’s goals in life, as he’s told over a thousand times, was to get that card. Hmph, some goal. Its a 1 out of 8000 chance.
Anyway, the teacher seemed busy also. About a half an hour later, she was done what she was doing and passed out the many forms you would get in every class. What you will need, sections of the class, things like that. I had all I needed. I was set up when I began school to have everything I’ll need till the end of it. That way my “caretakers” won’t have to take care of it. I placed down the papers into the back at my side. I zipped it up. Not much work there a?
I turned back to Wazowski, who was scrambling through his bag at the moment. I thought he would be doing something too. Him and Sullivan haven’t done anything.....well I wouldn’t say extreme, but.....you know.
I decided to keep it at the back of my head, as I placed it on my hand. I tapped my left hands on the desk as I awaited the bell.
Short class? Hey, I’m speeding things up for ya. Don’t want this to be boring.
Waxford was comfortable enough to start reading his comic book again. Strife was looking through the papers we were given. Everyone else was doing the same thing. Bingo. The bell rang. I grabbed my bag as Waxford hopped our of his seat and grabbed his bag, seeming to want to get to class early. Strife was taking his time, seeing Peterson, Anderson, Ricky, Wazowski, and Nicholas heading out. Percy just noticed what was going on and packed up her stuff.
I got up and headed out, Strife behind me. I had lunch in the middle of the day. So it was up next. “See you at lunch...” Strife said, heading off. “...Yeah” I replied. It wasn’t what Strife said that got me worried, its what I thought about. I was thinking about what Percy said. What was going on in that devilish mind? Well.....I’m about to find out....and it ain’t pretty.