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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 12, 2012 13:24:53 GMT -4
It was just a normal day at school for Mr. Kirkland, teaching the students different books of English Literature. Today, they were reading Shakespeare, on of Arthur's favorites and he gave roles to all the students who wished to have them. It started out fine and dandy, the students reading their lines like professionals until it came down to one student, the one student he dreaded, the one student who just loved to upset him any or make fun of his literatue. The class clown, Alfred F. Jones.
It all started when Arthur first became a Professor, or at least, started out his alias job with it. His first day went smoothly, the students came in, listened to what he had to say and welcomed him into their school with open arms. It was his last period class of the day classes that was the nightmare. Now all the other kid were angels but the class clown, who just loved to call him, Mr.Eyebrows. That nickname urked him to no end, they were not THAT big. Anyway, that wasn't the thing that made Arthur cringe, it was the other's odd sense of words. The boy's odd slang that he thougt seemed to ruin every book he read. Which was why right now, Arthur was prepared for whatever type of odd slang the boy would use to ruin this book.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 12, 2012 17:35:00 GMT -4
Alfred grinned as leaned back in his chair, rocking it on its back legs a little. It was time for his ‘favorite’ class of all. English. While he loved reading and wasn’t that bad of a writer.. He used quite a bit of slang and shorthand in his speech; which didn’t always sit well with his- get this- British English professor. He couldn’t figure that out for the life of him really.. While Professor Kirkland argued that Alfred didn’t speak English properly; Alfred teased that the Brit didn’t either. With Alfred being more than a little ignorant and oblivious to most things.. this led to a great deal of miscommunication between the two of them. It wasn’t that Alfred disliked the other; quite the opposite, really, seeing as how he found it entertaining to poke fun at the other blonde’s eyebrow’s and accent.
But it was all in good fun. Honest.
He hummed cheerfully to himself as he began folding a sheet of notebook paper into a plane, scribbling what appeared to be two black, fuzzy caterpillars onto it and writing “Mr.” in front of them. Perfect way to say hello from his recent relocation to the back of the classroom. Alfred’s grin returns as he took aim at his professor.. One.. Two.. Tosses it towards the Englishman, smiling as it sailed away. Three!
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 13, 2012 13:11:12 GMT -4
Arthur had started to read one of the lines from Hamlet as he seen something come full speed out the corner of his eye. Before he had anytime to react the piece of paper hit him straight in the face and then crumpled to the floor. He growled, stopping his lines as he scanned the room, green eyes hardened into cold,emeralds. He had picked up the paper and seen the word,' Mr ' and then two thick lines under it and he crushed the paper and glared at the culprit, who wasn't doing a very good job hiding the fact by the big smile he seen on the boy's face.
"Mr. Jones, if your so fond of throwing papers in school, why don't you stay for detention,"Arthur said with a loud, commanding voice."Maybe doing so would teach you to be more respectable in my class!,"
Arthur threw the paper down in the trash angrily before clearing his throat and continuing his reading of the lines. He wasn't going to let some immature little twat get in the way of his book. No sir.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jul 7, 2012 13:29:49 GMT -4
The biggest grin spread over Alfred’s lips when he saw the paper airplane hit its mark, just like he knew it would. He reached a hand up to cover his mouth, snickering behind it as he watched his professor snatch up the paper and set to unfolding it. Blue eyes glittering excitedly, waiting for the laugh he always hoped to earn from the Englishman.. But his hopes were dashed yet again, flinching just a little when the paper was suddenly crushed up in into the other blonde’s hands.
“Mr. Jones”
Alfred was just about to try and explain the situation with some farfetched tale, but held his tongue for a moment when he heard the word detention. That was definitely not something he wanted. “W-What? Nuh-uh, man, that’s not cool!” He practically whined, but only sank down further into his chair at the mention of being more respectable.
He folded his arms over his chest in a pout, slumping in his seat for the rest of his class. So this is what he gets for trying to make his stuff old professor smile. Hmph.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jul 8, 2012 9:06:00 GMT -4
Arthur ignored the other's attempts to whine or pout out of the situation, finishing his line in his book just in time for the bell to ring and to give the students an essay about what Shakespeare meant with those words. He then returned back behind his desk, rummaged through it before he got out a seperate sheet for Alfred and went over to him and put the paper down in front of him.
"You'll be writing, along with your homework, an apology along with what it means to be respectful in my class,"Arthur said with a stern look at the other,"No ifs, ands or buts,"Arthur finished before turning back to his desk to do some paperwork. Of course, he didn't know the other just wanted him to smile, in matter of fact, he thought the other just wanted to agigate him. And he didn't take kindly to those that try to agigate him.
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