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*Forbidden* Chapter 1-Enter! The Awkward Teacher Mr.Eon |
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Chapter 1
Enter! The Awkward Teacher Mr.Eon
It was the first day of school in Memorial High. The cold death fought off by the sounds of life. The students hung around in their homeroom class. Friends chatted with one another, bragging of their long summer vacations. Of foreign trips, of adventure and explorations, of fantastic things that only people with money could do. And to tell the truth, only those who went to Memorial High had to have that sort of money. A highly placed academy of the Arts, all the students always ended up in well paying jobs or as famous stars. Depended on the route they wish to take of course. But there was the exception, they were known as the PA’s or Techies. They were those who rarely ever amounted to anything famous. The kids, who got in on talent but were overshadowed by the wealthier, well connected students. Evangeline, a young girl, a visual artist and singer, who, despite her name looked more like a delinquent rebel then an angel. With such a beautiful name, it would almost seem that the two did not match. She only went by that name in school. Outside, her name was Rain. Rain was an average girl. She was Thin, she wasn’t short, she wasn’t tall, and she wasn’t obese. No, she was average. Her breasts, on the other hand… They were B-cups but people often mistook them for some larger cup. Which often pissed her off. Though to most girls, they would be flattered. She had a small waist, wide hips. Long legs, hair that reached a hand’s length down her chest. She always kept her hair up in class. Tied back, clipped, overhanging the top of her head. She had raven black hair with purple bangs.
On her right side, she had a length of hair that she never tied back that was a brilliant blue. Bright, it stood out from the raven black and the darker plum in her hair. Her eyes were just as dark and mysterious. Her skin was lightly tanned. She hated the girls who tried to stay white, or girls who faux tanned at the nearby salon. Her style? Well, no one knew. No one ever saw her outside of school. She wore a uniform just like everyone else. Knee high, pleated, blue and white checkered skit. White buttoned formal short sleeved shirt and a blue ribbon tied in a mess bow. No one ever corrected her. She wore her watch on the right hand, a pink Baby-G Poison. On her left arm she had bracelets that always changed everyday. They glittered and musically clanged together. She wore a clear piercing for her nose on the left nostril. She only had her cartridge in on her ears. She wore minimal make-up, some eyeliner, masquera, shining lip venom… Girls wondered how a Tech like her could afford such expensive brands. (They had searched her bag one day to play a practical joke and found fifteen-dollar lip venom, ninety-dollar bras and… just a lot of expensive items.) The truth was Rain was a waitress in a late night bar. She changed her age to 18 in order to work there. She made her money off of tips and that’s how she could afford such things.
Now Rain, she sat by the window in the back, fifth row. She had her head turned, leaning in the palm of her right hand. Her left hand drummed diligently on her thigh as she watched the morning clouds roll through the light blue sky. The tops of trees swayed in the blowing wind, the illuminating glare of the sun did not bother her eyes. She had her glasses on, thin wire framed ones; they were fake glasses that she enjoyed wearing for the hell of it. They looked cute on her. She ignored the chatter of the ‘techs’ around her who also ignored her. But her ears perked when the sound died down, students taking their seats as the teacher entered the lively class. Now, normally she wouldn’t have cared, sitting in the back. But today, she found her head turned, her chin pressed firmly into the center of her palm. Her eyes softly staring ahead, she had a dreamy, glaze over them. IT changed quickly with a wide eyes twitch as she registered the new teacher; a tall man, rather all right in looks. Dark brown, short slightly curly hair, it parted at the bangs just over his left eye. He had glasses as well but they were... stereotypical geek (in the terms of the girls). Thick Framed, black, how retro. He wore a black pinstripe suit. It looked baggy on him. He even wore a tie that didn’t match his entire look. A funky, Jerry Garcia, hippy tie, the colors spiral and intertwine. He pushed up his glasses and looked up at the class. He had blue eyes. But they were pretty dull, listless. With a soft voice, he announced who he was.
“Good m-m-morning class.” He said with a nervous stutter. Rain shifted in her seat. Something felt… Practiced about this man. “I a-a-am your Homeroom advisor and-and English Teacher, Mr. Eon.” He turned, picking up the black dry erase marker and wrote his name on the board. He wrote his ‘E’ like a backwards ‘3’ and there was a little curl at the end of the ‘N’. He had fairly nice print. But not the best, worst compared to some of the other English teachers. But yet again, something didn’t sit right with her about this man. She felt like he was still hiding something from the class. Like this was just all play for him, nothing more then that. She found, for the rest of that hour and fifteen minute class that… she couldn’t take her eyes off this man. Eon. She mouthed his name, found herself writing it, writing stories in her mind about him. What made him so peculiar, so… awkward about being awkward? Class let out with a loud bell. The students rose up, gossiping murmuring. They made fun of the teacher. As usual, Rain was one of the last students to file out. She couldn’t help but be slower then usual as she eyed him, but just as he looked up from his notes where he had kept his attention since the bell rang, she looked ahead like it was nothing. She could feel his gaze on her back. She couldn’t tell why he was watching her for so long. IT was like he was now trying to figure her out. Had she met him before? Was that why she was so bothered? She couldn’t imagine… meeting someone like that? She would have remembered. She was good with names and faces, though she often liked to pretend she had forgotten especially if she wanted attention from that person, but otherwise not. Her day went on the same as it always did, even if it was the first day of school. Following advisory and English she had History and Physical education.
As she ran on the track, she was neither in front nor in the back. She kept a generous pace to the other girls around her, though she let her mind hang back at the starting point. She saw him, she saw him again. He walked at a quicker pace, something about him had changed from that morning. It must have been because he became comfortable, it was the first day… but the way he moved, his body language read confidence. He showed none earlier. Just a stuttering loser of a teacher, that’s what he was this morning. She slowed to watch him. Her job taught her to read people, and she was reading him now. He was talking on his phone nearby, watching them. It was an off period for most teachers… was he a pervert? Watching the girls run track in their short shorts?! He wasn’t wearing his glasses either. They were pushed up… if he needed them that means he wasn’t watching. He talked, and talked and laughed. She stopped to stare up at him with a baffled gaze… Who was this man? He no longer stuttered… He was another man. He could not be the same Mr. Eon from earlier. That had to be impossible. Then, surrounding her, the shrill of a whistle and the order to run. Her legs picked up and she felt herself dash and full throttle, her legs kicking up dirt just to reach the last girls before her timed run ran out.
 Unreasonable Sin · Tue Jun 19, 2007 @ 11:56am · 1 Comments |
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