Post by Kriven on Feb 18, 2008 17:59:36 GMT -6
...This just happened into my head, weather it'll be continued or not, I don't know...
The storm outside was intense, rain pelted the classroom window. Thunder roared and lighting flashed. And the kids of this tenth grade class grew more hopeful with every flickering lightbulb, that their day would be cut short. The teacher, Mr. Easter, paced the front of the room furiously. His gut bounced up and down as he stomped from one side of the room to the other, his face was red and his face seemed to devour his small glasses. Words of hate, insult and impatience flew from his chapped lips. He stopped before Josh Klowd and stared briefly at the bare desk before the boy.
"WHY DO YOU NOT HAVE YOUR BOOK OUT!? ARE YOU DEAF OR JUST AN IDIOT? I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" barked Mr. Easter, sweat had begun to form on his puffy red face.
"I left it at home, Mr. Easter." Josh said quietly, looking at the bare wooden desk from behind a pair of glasses.
Mr. Easter was silent for a moment, then harshly he said; "I SAID AT THE BEGINNING OF THE COURSE THAT LEAVING YOUR THINGS AT HOME WAS NOT A TOLERABLE EXCUSE! IF YOU DO NOT HAVE YOUR BOOK, YOU ARE UNPREPARED FOR MY CLASS! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF BOVINE crap!"
Josh silently gathered his things and walked towards the classroom door. He passed Mr. Easter, who's body heaved in and out as he took long deep breaths.
"You're not one to be calling anybody bovine." Josh muttered, just loud enough for the teacher to hear.
"DID YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME, crap?" demanded Mr. Easter, "WHAT WAS IT?"
Josh spun around, his expression changed. He no longer looked down, but looked Mr. Easter dead in the eye.
"I said that you aren't one to be calling anybody bovine."
Mr. Easter stood in shock, these were not the words he had wanted to hear. He expected a whimpering apology, a plea for the students life. No. Instead his challenge had been answered. Nervously one of the students in the back began to chuckle. This chuckle was soon joined by other nervous laughter, and as Josh left the room he could hear the laughter.
The storm outside was intense, rain pelted the classroom window. Thunder roared and lighting flashed. And the kids of this tenth grade class grew more hopeful with every flickering lightbulb, that their day would be cut short. The teacher, Mr. Easter, paced the front of the room furiously. His gut bounced up and down as he stomped from one side of the room to the other, his face was red and his face seemed to devour his small glasses. Words of hate, insult and impatience flew from his chapped lips. He stopped before Josh Klowd and stared briefly at the bare desk before the boy.
"WHY DO YOU NOT HAVE YOUR BOOK OUT!? ARE YOU DEAF OR JUST AN IDIOT? I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" barked Mr. Easter, sweat had begun to form on his puffy red face.
"I left it at home, Mr. Easter." Josh said quietly, looking at the bare wooden desk from behind a pair of glasses.
Mr. Easter was silent for a moment, then harshly he said; "I SAID AT THE BEGINNING OF THE COURSE THAT LEAVING YOUR THINGS AT HOME WAS NOT A TOLERABLE EXCUSE! IF YOU DO NOT HAVE YOUR BOOK, YOU ARE UNPREPARED FOR MY CLASS! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF BOVINE crap!"
Josh silently gathered his things and walked towards the classroom door. He passed Mr. Easter, who's body heaved in and out as he took long deep breaths.
"You're not one to be calling anybody bovine." Josh muttered, just loud enough for the teacher to hear.
"DID YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME, crap?" demanded Mr. Easter, "WHAT WAS IT?"
Josh spun around, his expression changed. He no longer looked down, but looked Mr. Easter dead in the eye.
"I said that you aren't one to be calling anybody bovine."
Mr. Easter stood in shock, these were not the words he had wanted to hear. He expected a whimpering apology, a plea for the students life. No. Instead his challenge had been answered. Nervously one of the students in the back began to chuckle. This chuckle was soon joined by other nervous laughter, and as Josh left the room he could hear the laughter.