InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Boys Don't Blush ❯ History Class....God no! ( Chapter 6 )

Yes, I know…another short chapter, give me ten reviews and I swear I will have the next LONGER chapter out in 2-3 days! Thanks a bunches!

 

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My luck was a little better after our “counseling” session. In speech we did “breathing exercises”, and as boring as that was, I was thankful I didn't have to talk to the pouting hottie. I had gotten through one class with him in it, I could handle two…that is, if I could stay awake.

 

History with Mr. Myoji. I could tell from walking into the classroom, this room IS history, it even smells like history. It was musty, stuffy, and smelled like it hadn't been used in ages, not to mention the dust! I don't even think the janitor would touch this room. Once my vision had strayed from the sight of the dust they found my teacher. And I thought the room was bad. He was short, balding, and just as dusty as the room. His suit looked like he had pulled it out of a history book, it was gray, or maybe it was black, I couldn't tell from the amount of dust and lent on it. He was sitting on a tall chair and, wait, is that a phonebook? You have got to be kidding me. He was sitting on a phonebook. With a cough that shook white dust off his jacket he began.

 

“ Class, I am Mr. Myoji. We will begin each day recording attendance then proceed to the lesson…” Great, another long-winded, monotone voice speaker. But unlike the rest of my teachers, Mr. Myoji seemed like he never wanted to stop.

“ Furthermore, I expect complete participation from everyone in the class….” He had been going at this for 25 minutes now, and it didn't look like he was going to pause for breath anytime soon.

“…enforcing strict discipline…”

35 minutes now, nope, he was definitely not stopping. I began to count the minutes to when class was over.

“…Also, I expect you all to be at every class, regardless of all ache's, pains, colds…”

12 minutes left…

“… minor injuries, broken fingers, sprains…”

7 minutes…

“…cuts, scrapes, burns, runny noses…”

Only 2 minutes left…

“ …foot fungus', bladder malfunctions, itching eyes…”

3…

“…dandruff…”

2…

“…chapped lips…”

1…

“…calluses…”

 

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

 

There it was, my saving grace, the bell had finally rung, and I was free!

“ Class, in case you have not taken notes or have forgotten anything, there is an outline underneath your seats.”

 

I glanced under my seat and quickly sat back up. Was there supposed to be something growing on it? I snatched up his 7 page “outline” and ran out the door before he got started up again.

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