“What are you? A wimp? You’re a man!”
Mr Johns yells across from the hall, his voice booming in everyone’s ear.
“Seriously, what kind of teachers do they bring in nowadays?” He mumbles to himself
He flinches and covers his ears.
“I-I’m new here, sir. My father knew the vice principal and-”
After he looks around, and is sure no one is watching him, he leans in.
“C-can you help me, sir? Principal Morgan asked me to be the MC for this, but I never get to host something like this before a-and if you could just…”
You seem to be sitting on something. Mmm…
@CheesyKnives
You also seem to be sitting on something. Huh.
“What? You’re a man my man, you ain’t need no help!”
He looks at the nervous teacher. He gives the transcript to Mr Takagawa.
“Here!” He says gruffly.
It’s a nice little ring. Huh. A nice little gold ring. There’s patterns on it too. Hmph.
Mr. John’s thrust sends Takagawa stumbling. He doesn’t dare to ask again. He can only watch the clock dreadfully with cold sweat until the dreaded time arrive…
Y(quietly): Ooh… Shiny… No one’ll mind if it’s gone, right?
She silently tucks it away into her pocket.
@PoisonedSquid, @Jazz, @CheesyKnives
You three seem to be sitting side by side in the front row. What a coincidence!