1I get
another horrible F
Maybe this time I’d be lucky. Well, I’ve never been lucky before, but I’d
rather keep my hopes up anyway. Maybe that’s how they all get A’s-they keep
their hopes up. See, I’m already letting my hopes down. I’m not concentrating… but
I never concentrate.
“Class,” Mrs. Adams said
from the front of the classroom. Why did she always call us class? Class, do
this. Class, do that. It’s really weird. It makes me feel like I was name Class
Conner instead of Lioh Conner.
“Today,” Mrs. Adams
continued, “we’ll start by reviewing our recent grades. When I call your name
you’ll stand up, and then you’ll receive your grade.”
Yeah, Mrs. Adams, I thought, Let
the whole class know my grade. Yippee.
“Samantha Ferguson?”
Either Samantha is a
robotic cyborg that already knows everything to begin with or she’s just too
smart, because the teacher said when she stood up, “A hundred, Samantha. I’m
proud of you.”
Samantha flipped her blonde
hair and sat down, her head high up. I don’t know why she’s so proud whenever
she gets an A. She gets one all the time.
“Paris Watson.”
Paris stood up. She was
Samantha’s best friend. “Hundred.” The teacher smiled.
The teacher paused for a
minute before the next name. “Lioh. Lioh Connor?”
I stood up.
“You’re dead, Connor,”
Samantha whispered to me. I ignored her. She says the same thing every single
day. When I do finally get a hundred, I’ll mimic her and say “You’re dead,
Samantha!” In this really high pitch out of tone voice every time Mrs. Adams
calls her name.
“A zero.”
Everybody giggled. Every
single kid in Mrs. Adams seventh grade History classroom was in a fit of
giggles.
“I am disappointed in you,
Mr. Connor.”
“Sorry?”
“Sorry will not only do the
trick, Lioh Connor. An explanation, please.”
“I guess I just don’t
understand you sometimes.”
The class giggled.
“Mr. Connor, I explain
every history lesson thoroughly. How can you not understand?”
“Well, you do talk really
old school sometimes.” That just slipped out of my mouth right then, I didn’t
mean to say it. This is usually why I get in trouble. I just can’t keep the
stuff in my big mouth. Just slips out. I’ve always been like that, I never
really keep stuff to myself. Well, I do keep secrets to myself, but
otherwise-stuff that I want to say but really shouldn’t-It’s out there before I
know it.
The whole class was giggling.
“Sit, Lionsus Connor.”
I shivered a bit when she
said my real name. I hated my real name. I mean, Lionsus? Probably the most uncommon name in the world. I’ve always
loved Lioh better, it’s more… normal. I
hated having to introduce myself. Hi
there, my name is Lionsus Connor. How are you?
“Well, class. I think we
should start off today by reviewing some facts about World War II.”
Yeah, the normal beginning
of a history teachers’ class.
“Can someone give me some
facts about this topic?” Mrs. Adams scanned the room for raised hands.
Samantha’s hand was up, of
course, she was waving it in the air like her hand was basically on fire or
something.
“Lioh?”
Oh, pardon me. Was I raising my hand just now?
“Um,” I went quiet for a
bit, thinking. Anything, anything
that bothered to pay attention to that
last week Who started the war? It was some sort of attack-on diamond harbor?
No-it was something else-
“Lioh? Please answer my
question.
“Um,” I swallowed, “It was
a war?”
The whole class filled with
laughter.
“Is this the only fact you
remember, Lioh?” Mrs. Adams asked, looking more like she wanted to say, “Well duh, Mr. Obvious. Is that like the
only idiotic fact you remember from that four hour lesson I gave you? Ha!”
“Um, yeah. I guess.”
The class laughed even
harder.
“See me after class,
Lionsus. I am thoroughly disappointed.”
The bell rang after the
lecture Mrs. Adams had given us on the history of World War II. Everyone was
left with two pages of homework to
demonstrate the reason the World War began, and how it ended, and the stuff
that happened in the middle.
Everyone stormed out of the
room, except me.
“Lionsus Chase Connor,”
Mrs. Adams sighed. She moved a seat and sat down in front of me. It was pretty
creepy though, seeing her big face up close. There was still undissolved makeup
on her face.
“I expect so much of you.”
“Why do you?”
“Excuse me, Lioh?”
“Why do you? I mean, I
always get Fs. Aren’t you used to it?”
“I don’t like you speaking
to me like that, Lioh. Now, do you know why I expect so much from you, young
boy?”
I stuffed my hands in the
pockets of my jacket. “I dunno.”
“Because I believe in every
single one of my students.”
Ha, ha, ha. Yeah right.
“I want them to achieve
their goals.”
Very Funny.
“But you, Lioh, you upset
me every day. I am disappointed from your behavior. A letter will be sent to
the principal of your everyday behavior. If he approves, then you will be
suspended for two weeks-’’
“Not fair.”
“Why is it not fair, Lioh?”
“Well, then, what do I do
to stay in this school?”
Mrs. Adams stood up, and
pushed in her chair. “Dazzle me, Lioh.
Show me that you can get an A. If you do, you’ll stay here, forever, and
I won’t post a single complaint. An A, it’s all I need, you got that? A hundred. Just achieve it, and you’ll be
awarded.”
“Sounds like a deal, then.
I’ll-um-dazzle-you.”
“You may leave.”
Wow... if she'd asked me about World War II, I'd have said, "Well, it started when Hitler lead an attack on the Jewish. He started slaughtering and Massacring them, then he sent the rest to concentration camps for slavery and death. I think this is WAY to gruesome or children to learn about. So therefore, I say, LET'S STOP LEARNING ABOUT IT."
ReplyDelete-The Dark Mark, Jojo, you are one of the people who know my real identity, so why bother saying The Dark Mark? Whatever.