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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
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TeenInk "I'm a firm believer in Karma." - Emma Watson in Sofia Coppola's The Bling Ring featured at Cannes Film Festival... http://t.co/AtwVoR8xyT
His name is March, at least that's what Mr. Penegrinn was calling him. The little kid was crying, but didn't say anything, he's oddly speechless, I think he might be mute. Tristian explained, he nodded towards the little Mexican boy who was sitting diagonly to their right, That's him. he siad. March was devouring his food quickly.
Monikya looked to where Try's focal point was. He was looking at a little Mexican boy, shoveling food into his mouth. She looked at his cute little face.
Mute? As in he can't speak?
I'm guessing that, he never said a word to Mr. Penegrinn, or to me when U buttoned his shirt up, or too the people he bumped into while running down here. Tristian explaine,d he shrugged, It's just a guess, I have never met any 4 year old boys who were as silent as him when it comes to talking, even when he was sobbing it was quiet. Tristian finished his meal up and started to down his milk like it was water.
Monikya looked back at the little boy. Could he be a mute? She wondered. The bell chimed twice, and all of the students left for their first classes. Monikya looked at her schedule. Mythology? She wondered how people were going to teach that in a school like this.
Do you have Mythology next? She asked Tristian.
Yeah, what type of class is Mythology? Tristian asked as he walked down the hall, following teh throngs of children, the young ones, elementry school and below and headed off in a different direction then the Junior High and Highschool kids. Tristian looked at the classroom doors, and then to all the children dressed the same, their blank faces showing no emotion, their heads hung, their feet moving quickly to their classes. Now and then Tristian could catch sight of a face that didn't look as emotionless, but no sooner than he saw it it disappeared in the ever moving group of children.
No idea. Hopefully, there is at least ONE nice teacher here. Monikya prayed. She bustled through the crowded halls, being shoved from wall to wall. She finally found the room labled 137, and she swung the door open. She saw a bunch of desks, and a giant blackboard on one wall. The teacher looked interesting, not scary like Miss Pergerinn, but unusual. She didn't know how to describe it. She was the first in the classroom. She sat in the second to last chair.
No idea. Hopefully, there is at least ONE nice teacher here. Monikya prayed. She bustled through the crowded halls, being shoved from wall to wall. She finally found the room labled 137, and she swung the door open. She saw a bunch of desks, and a giant blackboard on one wall. The teacher looked interesting, not scary like Miss Pergerinn, but unusual. She didn't know how to describe it. She was the first in the classroom. She sat in the second to last chair.
No idea. Hopefully, there is at least ONE nice teacher here. Monikya prayed. She bustled through the crowded halls, being shoved from wall to wall. She finally found the room labled 137, and she swung the door open. She saw a bunch of desks, and a giant blackboard on one wall. The teacher looked interesting, not scary like Miss Pergerinn, but unusual. She didn't know how to describe it. She was the first in the classroom. She sat in the second to last chair.
Tristian sat next to Mokniya, if you wanted to be technical he should have been in a different grade, but he'd had to redo a grade when he was in elementry school, so he was a year behind his peers. Tristian had always blamed his father for making his flunk a grad, because of all the times he'd had tos tay home because he was too beat up to go, or the times he'd showed up late, or when he'd gotten in detention for yelling at teachers who'd tried to help him, he blamed on his father for making him they way he was now. Though he really knew it was his own fault ofr not accepting help and for being lazy about his lessons. Tristian studied the teacher, he seemed unusaul, a bit strange, not a in a bad way though.
Monikya looked at Tristian next to her. She smiled. More children filed into the classroom. The teacher wrote his name on the board. Mr. Rathrod. Monikya saw him put the chalk down, and kids, all moving robotically, sat down in the remaining seats. "Umm Try? These kids are kinda freaking me out." Monikya whispered.
((I was thinking all of the teachers would be....different too. And the students. Like a supernatural school? Good idea? Or no?))
((Good idea(That's what I thought itw as to begin with. :P Iw as planning on making March be able to make ilusions and hallucination with his mind(will explain better later.))
"Shhh." Trstian said putting his finger to his lips, "I know it freaky, but we should still be polite." he explained. Mr. Rathrod turned to the class, "Today we have two new students." he siad, his voice was very gravely, "Miss Monikya and Mr. Tristian please stand up." he ordered. There was something else that mad ehis voice different, not just teh fact that it was gravely, but Tristian couldn't put his finger onit. Tristian stood up.
Monikya stood up, feeling a slight blush heat her cheeks. She waved at the kids, only who of some were looking at her. Mr. Rathrod looked at his board again, drawing a picture of Zeus. It was very detailed, even though it only took him a couple seconds to draw. She wondered where Zeus would come into play.
"Zeus is one of the Greek gods. He controlled the sky, using a master lightning bolt as a weapon."
Tristian sat back down, he hadn;t waved or acted friendly with the otehr kids, he'd more of glared at them and studied them like they were prime suspects in something. He was trying to figure out which kids were the greatest threats to his sister. Mr. Rathrod was pacing the fornt of tehc alssroom, "Zeus was the youngest of his three brothers, but the leader of the gods, the head god so too speak." Mr. Ratherod said.
((Sorry. Last night was the worst day of my life. And my computer wouldn't load. I'm sorry. I'm here now.))
Monikya listened as Mr. Rathrod scribbled some Greek gods' names on the board.
Zeus
Poseidon
Hades
Aphrodite
Hermes
Ares
Apollo
Athena
"Can anyone tell me what these gods are powers or rulers of?" He addressed the class.
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Tristian frowned at the board, how this advancing his education so that he could get into college he ahd no idea. He raised hsi hand, "Tristian." Mr Rathrod said. "Hermes was the messanger god, and the god of travellers." Tristian said, "And Hades was the god death, he ruled teh underworld." he added. Taht was all he knew, he'd never really studied Greek gods. He just knew a few random facts he'd pciked up somewhere along the line.
Monikya recalled all the times when she had lost herself in books in the library...Greek Mythology was one she was very interested in for a little while. She raised her hand.
"Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades were all brothers, sons of the titan Kronos. Poseidon was the god of water or oceans. Aphrodite was the daughter of Zeus and Dione, as well as the goddess of beauty. Ares is the god of war, son of Zeus and Hera. Apollo is the god of music and light, as well as the son of Zeus and Leto. Athena is the goddess of battle strategy and wisdom, and was also a daughter of Zeus, however she was a daughter of Zeus and Metis."
She sat down, satisfied with her reply.
