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Crimzon5 -> RE: Grey's School Life (7/1/2008 8:23:47)
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Chapter 4
“Now, Grey…” The principal’s voice seemed calm as if he was psychologizing me. Seesh, what am I? A retard or a criminal? I’m innocent! “I understand that you are in possession of drugs. You must be trying to forget something. Tell me what it is and I’ll try to do something about it.” As he was blabbering, I swung my legs back and forth, rested my elbow on the brown table that separated us and looked at the window. From my peripheral vision, I noticed a small family portrait. There were just two people in it, the fat pale-skinned principal and a young girl, about five years old. Did he adopt her? Heh, who’d marry this guy anyway?
“For the last time, I didn’t—Wait, what did you just say?” I asked as I slammed the table with irritation.
“Whatever your problem is, we’ll try to fix it,” he repeated.
“The problem is Miss Cher—” I shut my mouth and silently planned out my next words carefully. “I mean, yes, I do have a lot of problems. And guess what; they’re all about this school. A lot of changes need to be made. I mean, how many warriors do you know that use Alchemy? Maybe a few, but most warriors learn but never apply it. I think that we should select a certain number of classes and not do the remaining ones. Personally, I’d go for Swordsman Class, and Hunter Class,”
“Interesting ideas… students should choose and only attend classes that they’ll find useful,” he replied. I was annoyed by his accent though. Stop assessing me!
“Yeah, and we should have those spelling bees and proms but not only at the end of the school year,” I continued. I was hoping that would frustrated him… and I was right.
“WHAT!? We shouldn’t be wasting time on that. We need to train you for war!” He banged on the table causing the small framed picture of his family to fall and shatter to pieces across the floor. Shaking his fist, he continued, “Will that stop you from drinking?”
“It sure will. Think of all the brunettes in the prom! Let’s make the changes start tomorrow,” I suggested. “I’ll be going then, no need to continue this discussion; we’ve fixed the problem already anyway." I stood up from my wooden seat, turned the knob and left. I heard him call me back but I pretended had not and just ignored him.
When I came thorugh the door, I heard a young boy shout, “Grey’s alive!” A large crowd gathered in front of me asking what happened and other stuff, like if they could possibly get my autograph.
“Nothing bad… just expect changes,” I replied with a grin on my face. “Now, where did I put my backpack?” I asked out loud. The crowd left and returned quickly. I noticed two girls… and what luck! Brunettes! They were having a tug-of-war over it.
“Grey’s not your type anyway,” one shouted.
Heh, I guess this is popularity.
The next day came. Even though we have general assemblies on the first day of every month, my 'manipulated friend' called for an additional one. “Dear students of the Geohaven Academy, a bright student came to my office and suggested several changes to our school system.” Noise coming from students and teachers began to spread. “Ehem, starting now, each student will take up three classes only. And from time to time, we shall have these academic contests and activities like when I used to be young. Today, we shall have a spelling bee. Anyone can participate and I’m sure our Grey, the brilliant boy I just talked about will participate. That is all.” He left the stage, ignoring the complaints made by the teachers.
Then I was shocked by a light tap on my shoulder. “Grey,” Ashley, my blonde classmate, called. Seesh, I should tell her that I like brunettes only… but… she is a friend. What should I do? “What classes are you joining?” she asked.
Without thinking twice, I replied, “Swordsman Class, Archery and Hunter Class. Learning to fight is one thing, but the Hunter Class teaches you how to deal with specific enemies like the dwarves. They’re small but tough and really hard to hit. It’s a good thing that they’re obsessed with shiny things. So, how ‘bout you?”
“Welll, umm…” I noticed her cheeks blushing and her left leg scratching her right one. “I’ll go for Archery Class, too. Alchemy still seems okay for me and maybe I’ll accompany you in Hunter Class.”
“Then you better hurry if you’re that desperate to have the same classes as me because other girls will be asking for my class,” I bragged jokingly.
It all seemed okay, but then I heard the “splat” sound and felt a slap on my face. “If you think that I like you, the-then you’re wrong!” She stomped on my right foot.
That hurt, ‘ya know. No, I’m not emotionally hurt, my… uh, my face is red on one side and m-my toe hurts. Yeah, that’s it. Physical pain, not emotional pain…
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