Alas, at least back to writing properly:) And since I didn't leave anything the last two days, here's a longer sample:
'Tomas Ortega. Is he missing?' Marcus Keane repeated his question and Tomas was pulled out of his trance when an eraser hit the back of his head.
"Hey freak, that's you. Wave and stop staring," there was a hiss from the seat behind him and Tomas winced, then managed to wave his hand and croak out: 'Here, sir."
The teacher's eyes narrowed and Tomas felt a pang of regret, knowing he once again messed up. That is until he realized the teacher wasn't glaring at him but at the student sitting right behind him. The one that called him a freak. Tomas blinked.
"Let's make one thing clear, Mr. Jones. No name calling in this class. If you want to swear at your fellow students, I expect it to be in perfect latin, preferably with a two page essay explaining the origin and meaning behind the word. Is that understood?"
The teacher said it calmly with a smile on his face, yet the class went dead silent, because the warm blue eyes held fierce coldness. Tomas swallowed and Andy Jones behind him stuttered an apology. The teacher grinned, the ice gone from his eyes as if it was never there in the first place. Tomas could almost see the wave of relief rushing through the class.
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Day 6, cutiesonthehorizon, 1620 words
Date: 2018-04-06 07:51 pm (UTC)'Tomas Ortega. Is he missing?' Marcus Keane repeated his question and Tomas was pulled out of his trance when an eraser hit the back of his head.
"Hey freak, that's you. Wave and stop staring," there was a hiss from the seat behind him and Tomas winced, then managed to wave his hand and croak out: 'Here, sir."
The teacher's eyes narrowed and Tomas felt a pang of regret, knowing he once again messed up. That is until he realized the teacher wasn't glaring at him but at the student sitting right behind him. The one that called him a freak. Tomas blinked.
"Let's make one thing clear, Mr. Jones. No name calling in this class. If you want to swear at your fellow students, I expect it to be in perfect latin, preferably with a two page essay explaining the origin and meaning behind the word. Is that understood?"
The teacher said it calmly with a smile on his face, yet the class went dead silent, because the warm blue eyes held fierce coldness. Tomas swallowed and Andy Jones behind him stuttered an apology. The teacher grinned, the ice gone from his eyes as if it was never there in the first place. Tomas could almost see the wave of relief rushing through the class.