Chapter 7: Through dirt and water
“Walter Caddle!”
“Here,” the small English classroom was indeed the place where I had nightmares of. Not because of the distasteful décor, or the mismatching outfit Miss Brand had blindly thrown on, or the fact that more then half the class were strangers, but rather because of my current state of mind, and appearance.
“Ah, you must be Mr. Fode,” ah, that sounded right, wait, it wasn’t.
“I think it’s pronounced ‘Field’” a fiery expression alit in her eyes.
“Excuse me?! Did you just correct me? Oh I’m sorry, you must be ‘my’ new English tutor, and I don’t suppose you would mind enlightening the class of your late appearance and your unprepared apparel?” Someone was to talk. “Excuse me!” I wanted to hit myself. “Very well Mr. Fode, I shall see you after class to make up for our lost time.” A nice start to the term, wasn’t it not? “Now take a seat young man.” I made my way to my seat, along with an audience to watch my graceful waltz to an experimental electrical chair that the school bought from the underground trade.
“She tends to do that, don’t worry about it.” A sweet sound to comfort me at last. “Kaelyn Carrington, nice to meet you Jacob.” Her thick brown hair flowed out of her head like streams from a mountain glacier, an angel to save me from the hell that was behind me. I took a seat just in front of her, a smile and a gesture of thanks was all I could give at the time.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Chapter 7: Through dirt and water
“Walter Caddle!”
“Here,” the small English classroom was indeed the place where I had nightmares of. Not because of the distasteful décor, or the mismatching outfit Miss Brand had blindly thrown on, or the fact that more then half the class were strangers, but rather because of my current state of mind, and appearance.
“Ah, you must be Mr. Fode,” ah, that sounded right, wait, it wasn’t.
“I think it’s pronounced ‘Field’” a fiery expression alit in her eyes.
“Excuse me?! Did you just correct me? Oh I’m sorry, you must be ‘my’ new English tutor, and I don’t suppose you would mind enlightening the class of your late appearance and your unprepared apparel?” Someone was to talk. “Excuse me!” I wanted to hit myself. “Very well Mr. Fode, I shall see you after class to make up for our lost time.” A nice start to the term, wasn’t it not? “Now take a seat young man.” I made my way to my seat, along with an audience to watch my graceful waltz to an experimental electrical chair that the school bought from the underground trade.
“She tends to do that, don’t worry about it.” A sweet sound to comfort me at last. “Kaelyn Carrington, nice to meet you Jacob.” Her thick brown hair flowed out of her head like streams from a mountain glacier, an angel to save me from the hell that was behind me. I took a seat just in front of her, a smile and a gesture of thanks was all I could give at the time.