Lioh Connor and the Lost Wizard-Part One

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.”