Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Fourty Seven Times ❯ Second Period Pt.1 ( Chapter 5 )

Authors Note: This was a slightly longer `chapter'. And it is only half done! For the purpose of keeping it easy, I've split this into two parts. All characters are mine, and I'm going to a convention tomorrow- Plenty of time to meet other insane people who would be happy to carry out an assassination if someone steals my stuff!

 

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Second Period

 

Walking down the hall, she began to wonder if her second period class was really necessary. It was one of the ones she hated the most, with a deep, deep passion. She just couldn't take it.

 

It had been her favorite, before. After all, history was what you learned from. She respected those master strategists to the full. They managed to predict the responses of others and used it to their advantage. They knew the human psyche so well. And how did they think of those creative solutions? It was amazing to hear about! And the rulers like Queen Elizabeth. She fought, and won, against those traditions that had been around for thousands of years! She proved that women were equal in intelligence to men, even if they wouldn't admit it fully, and used the fact that she was a woman to increase her support from other countries. She remained single, just so the men had to be nice to her in hopes of marrying her and gaining control of England! And you shouldn't even get her started on Marie Antoinette, and how the entire French Revolution had been blamed on her because of her actions as a youth.

 

Maybe Mr. Norisson wouldn't notice if she didn't show up for class. She hadn't participated in the class in forever. It would probably be a relief for him if he didn't have to coax an answer from her, one that was guaranteed to be wrong. There was no end to his frustration that his best student, one year ahead of others her age, was now his worst, handing in tests half completed and half wrong. They both knew that she had all the answers memorized from the extra credit papers she had done over the years in an attempt to increase her 4.0 average.

 

It was her hope that she would be switched out of the class. There were some things that she shouldn't be expected to be able to handle.

 

Maybe if she didn't show up, even if Mr. Norisson noticed her absence, he wouldn't call home. He didn't know if she had been in school that day.

 

Yeah, that's likely. From the teacher who calls home for every missed homework and grade below an eighty nine. Cutting class is sure to be a capital offense!

 

“Take out your notebooks and copy what I have on the whiteboard. Then react to it in a minimum of two paragraphs.”

 

And if mom were to get a call that I had cut class, of all things! The grades she can deal with since it's a difficult class, but if she heard that, I'd be dead for sure!

 

“Don't make me say it again. Take out your notebooks, and do what is written on the board.”

 

Dead. Me, dead. Haha, what a strange thought! I wonder what it would be like. Maybe I should cut class.

 

“Do you need a personal invitation?”

 

Such a funny thought! Me dead! Dead me, no breathing. No consciousness. No idea what is going on. But then, how could something as complex as the human mind just- vanish?

 

A loud slam from in front of her brought her back to her senses. She was disoriented for a moment. But somehow she had managed not only to into her class, but get to her seat in the front corner of the room and take out a pencil. She had doodled a small pirate flag on her desk. She quickly wiped it away, for the moment ignoring the noise that had startled her. But the eerie silence made her look up. All eyes were on her, and it appeared she had missed something. She shrank down in her seat. It was one of the many things to add to the list of things she had never done before `it'.

 

“Do you hear me now?” asked Mr. Norisson. His hand was on the doorknob. It twitched as a few students whispered and pulled out cell phones, pressing buttons just to annoy him. It was one of the things they did often, as Mr. Norisson accidentally quoted commercials quite often.

 

She looked down at her desk. “I'm sorry,” she said as quietly as she could, pointedly avoiding his gaze. She didn't know what it was he had wanted. All that she could think about was how she had once more drawn attention to herself. She opened her mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say.

 

From behind her, she heard a boy whisper, quietly enough that Mr. Norisson wouldn't hear, “He asked the capital of the United States.”

 

She sighed in gratitude, for the moment not noticing the absurdity of the question. “It- it's Washington D.C.”

 

Mr. Norisson raised his eyebrows, and then opened the door. “You may pick up your things and go to the deans' office.” He looked around the room at the sudden laughs that erupted, not even disguised as coughs. He was, at least, semi-merciful. “Or, if your lack of attention is due to illness, you can go to the nurse. Take your pick. But leave my classroom.”

 

“Yes, sir.” She stood and bent to get her things, glancing up to see who it was that had been sitting behind her and given her such a nice bit of `help'.

 

She noticed his eyes first, laughing at her and daring her to say something. She knew who it was immediately. How could she not? She sprinted out of the room past her teacher, running from the cold that had suddenly enveloped her and the inevitable applause that would be most gladly received by `him' and the teacher. Though, Mr. Norisson would never admit his amusement, and would quiet them immediately with threats of extra assignments.

 

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Authors Note: Yup. On to the next part!