familiar voice from the door. I recognized it almost immediately, yet I didn’t dare hope it to be true. “My name is…”
Adahy turned her attention to the new student at the door way. “I know exactly who you are Mr. Blackwood. Principle Girard informed me of your transfer this morning. Take a seat young man. Excellent pronunciation by the way.”
“ Thank you ma’am.” Ethan made his way into the classroom. All eyes were on him as he quietly worked his way over to my direction, taking a seat next to me.
“ I apologize for being late, Mrs. Shoemowetochawcawe; I kinda got a little turned around in the hallways here.” Ethan professed.
“ Nonsense, young man.” Adahy stated. “This place is a labyrinth unto that of any Crete Minotaur.”
Adahy turned her attention back to the class. “As I was saying. John Rogers. Have any of you heard of him?”
Nothing but silence from the student body.
“ He’s a writer.” Ethan called out from his semi slump in his chair.
“ Very astute, Mr. Blackwood.” Adahy commended. “Your first day is looking quite remarkable. Are you familiar with his work?”
Ethan shrugged. “Not really. Back in the day he wrote a script for some Vampire movie, but it got leaked on the net before the movie was green lit so they brought someone in to do a rewrite. Don’t remember the name of it, but the original script was pretty banging.”
“ The name of the movie was Fledgling and the script was excellent. He was before his time on that one. He was also the show runner on the short lived TV show entitled The Vampire Manifesto . Now the rest of you may be wondering why this man, this John Rogers, some hack writer none of you have heard of is important.”
Adahy pulled out a stack of books. “Please take one, and then pass the rest to your neighbor.”
“ What are you doing here?” I whispered to Ethan, trying to mask the excitement in my voice.
“ Trying to get an education, what are you doing here?” He responded back coly.
“ Smart ass! What are you doing in my English class?” I demanded. Just having him close to me set my mind aflame. The person situated directly in front of me plopped a book down on my desk. I barely glanced at the cover, it was nigh impossible to take my eyes off of him.
Damn…
Ethan Blackwood looked me up and down slowly. “Why are you covered in paint?”
Adahy began walking down the rows of desks and chairs within the classroom. “The name of the book you just received is called Forgotten Future . It is written by none other than John Rogers himself. I will expect you to read it…”
“ Is that all you expect?” A voice called out.
“ Speaking while not being interrupted would be another, but no, that is not all I expect. You will read it, then produce a ten thousand word essay on the contents. You will have two weeks.”
There was a noticeable groan from my classmates at the assignment.
“ Well class, we could always go back to Mr. Jones original itinerary, which was the fifteen thousand word essay on War and Peace. Yet as delightful as that project sounds to you, just imagine the mass appeal resting on my shoulders in reading such awe-inspiring drivel in which I’m sure you’ll try to pass off as an A plus grade essay.”
I picked up the book again, gave it a quick thumb through. Just a little shy of two hundred pages. War and Peace was like what? Five bible stacks high? Yeah, I’m definitely not feeling that at all.
“ So why Rogers.” I asked. “What’s so great about this guy? Why did you choose this dude?”
Adahy turned her eye towards me. “Because he’s quite mad, I believe. The insane can have such delightful intelligence at times. Always more intriguing then your run of the mill, day to day, insert random name here person. You never know just what type of delusional escapade they’re liable to get themselves into.”
“ Well that’s cool and all, but you really didn’t answer my question.” I’m not
Adahy turned her attention to the new student at the door way. “I know exactly who you are Mr. Blackwood. Principle Girard informed me of your transfer this morning. Take a seat young man. Excellent pronunciation by the way.”
“ Thank you ma’am.” Ethan made his way into the classroom. All eyes were on him as he quietly worked his way over to my direction, taking a seat next to me.
“ I apologize for being late, Mrs. Shoemowetochawcawe; I kinda got a little turned around in the hallways here.” Ethan professed.
“ Nonsense, young man.” Adahy stated. “This place is a labyrinth unto that of any Crete Minotaur.”
Adahy turned her attention back to the class. “As I was saying. John Rogers. Have any of you heard of him?”
Nothing but silence from the student body.
“ He’s a writer.” Ethan called out from his semi slump in his chair.
“ Very astute, Mr. Blackwood.” Adahy commended. “Your first day is looking quite remarkable. Are you familiar with his work?”
Ethan shrugged. “Not really. Back in the day he wrote a script for some Vampire movie, but it got leaked on the net before the movie was green lit so they brought someone in to do a rewrite. Don’t remember the name of it, but the original script was pretty banging.”
“ The name of the movie was Fledgling and the script was excellent. He was before his time on that one. He was also the show runner on the short lived TV show entitled The Vampire Manifesto . Now the rest of you may be wondering why this man, this John Rogers, some hack writer none of you have heard of is important.”
Adahy pulled out a stack of books. “Please take one, and then pass the rest to your neighbor.”
“ What are you doing here?” I whispered to Ethan, trying to mask the excitement in my voice.
“ Trying to get an education, what are you doing here?” He responded back coly.
“ Smart ass! What are you doing in my English class?” I demanded. Just having him close to me set my mind aflame. The person situated directly in front of me plopped a book down on my desk. I barely glanced at the cover, it was nigh impossible to take my eyes off of him.
Damn…
Ethan Blackwood looked me up and down slowly. “Why are you covered in paint?”
Adahy began walking down the rows of desks and chairs within the classroom. “The name of the book you just received is called Forgotten Future . It is written by none other than John Rogers himself. I will expect you to read it…”
“ Is that all you expect?” A voice called out.
“ Speaking while not being interrupted would be another, but no, that is not all I expect. You will read it, then produce a ten thousand word essay on the contents. You will have two weeks.”
There was a noticeable groan from my classmates at the assignment.
“ Well class, we could always go back to Mr. Jones original itinerary, which was the fifteen thousand word essay on War and Peace. Yet as delightful as that project sounds to you, just imagine the mass appeal resting on my shoulders in reading such awe-inspiring drivel in which I’m sure you’ll try to pass off as an A plus grade essay.”
I picked up the book again, gave it a quick thumb through. Just a little shy of two hundred pages. War and Peace was like what? Five bible stacks high? Yeah, I’m definitely not feeling that at all.
“ So why Rogers.” I asked. “What’s so great about this guy? Why did you choose this dude?”
Adahy turned her eye towards me. “Because he’s quite mad, I believe. The insane can have such delightful intelligence at times. Always more intriguing then your run of the mill, day to day, insert random name here person. You never know just what type of delusional escapade they’re liable to get themselves into.”
“ Well that’s cool and all, but you really didn’t answer my question.” I’m not
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