«We Could Be Legends»

[FrankieDoodle]

A tall man walked through the door carrying a starbucks coffee, he was dressed in a blue button down dress shirt and khaki pants. His hair, a dark brown streaked with grey at the temples was plastered against his skull with too much product. "GOOD MORNING CLASS!" He bellowed over the chatter. The students quieted significantly though there was still audible conversation. "My name is Mr. Hanson! I'm your substitute...." He glanced down at a clipboard on the desk. "Math teacher for today." A grimace crossed his face and he turned to the board scribbling his name across the top as well as the date. "Open your text books uhh, or, digital, text books... to the last page you were working on, and do the next 5 pages before the end of class." He said then promptly sat down at the desk putting his feet up on the tabletop and sipped his cup of coffee, pulling a phone from his pocket and tapping on the screen.

Jessi gawked at the new teacher. He's the substitute teacher? She pulled out her laptop to start reading the pages she had to read. She let out a low growl of frustration, none of it was making sense. She wanted to ask the teacher for help, but considering he was busy on his phone she stayed quiet and tried to make sense of it. I hate math. Why does it have to be so hard? I wish Clary was here, she could help me. She thought.

 

[LavvyTaffy]

A tall man walked through the door carrying a starbucks coffee, he was dressed in a blue button down dress shirt and khaki pants. His hair, a dark brown streaked with grey at the temples was plastered against his skull with too much product. "GOOD MORNING CLASS!" He bellowed over the chatter. The students quieted significantly though there was still audible conversation. "My name is Mr. Hanson! I'm your substitute...." He glanced down at a clipboard on the desk. "Math teacher for today." A grimace crossed his face and he turned to the board scribbling his name across the top as well as the date. "Open your text books uhh, or, digital, text books... to the last page you were working on, and do the next 5 pages before the end of class." He said then promptly sat down at the desk putting his feet up on the tabletop and sipped his cup of coffee, pulling a phone from his pocket and tapping on the screen.

Wow he seems strict. Fritz reached down into his backpack and pulled out his tablet and began swiping and tapping to reach where he left off. Where did I leave off..? Eh, here looks familiar. "Geometry... Terrific.", he mumbled under his breath.
The first problem flashed on the screen, and Fritz looked at it in dismay. Screw this. He's a sub, he won't notice.
Fritz opened his browser and started surfing the internet for local crime reports.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Toby walked into the bathroom, singing quietly to music that was blasting in his earbuds. He was cleaning the mirror, when someone stepped out of the stall. The boy looked at him with a confused face. "Shouldn't you be in class?" Toby asked, pulling out one earbud. The boys eyes widened and he bolted towards the door, hoping no one would notice he was late. "Wash your nasty hands, you filthy child!" Toby said, disgusted someone wouldn't wash their hands after using the bathroom, especially when people were there to witness it. The boy paused, and quickly walked towards the sink. "Listen buddy, I don't know if you were raised with pigs, but normal, decent, people wash their hands after using the bathroom. With soap." Toby said. The boys face reddened. "Sorry." He mumbled, quickly washing his hands - with soap - and leaving the bathroom. Toby shook his head and put his earbud back in and continued what he was doing before the nasty boy forgot to wash his hands. After the mirror was cleaned, he started working on the sinks, scrubbing at some of the stains. He knew he would never get the stains out, he had been trying for a month, but it stalled him from working on the toilets. After a few minutes, he sighed, and walked into one of the stalls, kneeling by the toilet. A look of disgust crossed his face and he cringed. I don't get paid enough for this. He thought, scrubbing the toilet.

 

[Amer]

Toby walked into the bathroom, singing quietly to music that was blasting in his earbuds. He was cleaning the mirror, when someone stepped out of the stall. The boy looked at him with a confused face. "Shouldn't you be in class?" Toby asked, pulling out one earbud. The boys eyes widened and he bolted towards the door, hoping no one would notice he was late. "Wash your nasty hands, you filthy child!" Toby said, disgusted someone wouldn't wash their hands after using the bathroom, especially when people were there to witness it. The boy paused, and quickly walked towards the sink. "Listen buddy, I don't know if you were raised with pigs, but normal, decent, people wash their hands after using the bathroom. With soap." Toby said. The boys face reddened. "Sorry." He mumbled, quickly washing his hands - with soap - and leaving the bathroom. Toby shook his head and put his earbud back in and continued what he was doing before the nasty boy forgot to wash his hands. After the mirror was cleaned, he started working on the sinks, scrubbing at some of the stains. He knew he would never get the stains out, he had been trying for a month, but it stalled him from working on the toilets. After a few minutes, he sighed, and walked into one of the stalls, kneeling by the toilet. A look of disgust crossed his face and he cringed. I don't get paid enough for this. He thought, scrubbing the toilet.

(Why is the germaphob the custodian? )

 

[FrankieDoodle]

(Why is the germaphob the custodian? )

( it helps get rid of all the germs. A normal person won't really care if they miss a spot.)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

A tall man walked through the door carrying a starbucks coffee, he was dressed in a blue button down dress shirt and khaki pants. His hair, a dark brown streaked with grey at the temples was plastered against his skull with too much product. "GOOD MORNING CLASS!" He bellowed over the chatter. The students quieted significantly though there was still audible conversation. "My name is Mr. Hanson! I'm your substitute...." He glanced down at a clipboard on the desk. "Math teacher for today." A grimace crossed his face and he turned to the board scribbling his name across the top as well as the date. "Open your text books uhh, or, digital, text books... to the last page you were working on, and do the next 5 pages before the end of class." He said then promptly sat down at the desk putting his feet up on the tabletop and sipped his cup of coffee, pulling a phone from his pocket and tapping on the screen.

Jessi gawked at the new teacher. He's the substitute teacher? She pulled out her laptop to start reading the pages she had to read. She let out a low growl of frustration, none of it was making sense. She wanted to ask the teacher for help, but considering he was busy on his phone she stayed quiet and tried to make sense of it. I hate math. Why does it have to be so hard? I wish Clary was here, she could help me. She thought.

Wow he seems strict. Fritz reached down into his backpack and pulled out his tablet and began swiping and tapping to reach where he left off. Where did I leave off..? Eh, here looks familiar. "Geometry... Terrific.", he mumbled under his breath.
The first problem flashed on the screen, and Fritz looked at it in dismay. Screw this. He's a sub, he won't notice.
Fritz opened his browser and started surfing the internet for local crime reports.

Peter got up clumsily and froze when he jarred the desk next to him. "Oops," he mumbled, quickly stepping over backpacks and canteens undoubtedly filled with caffeinated drinks. He practically ran over to the shelf of laptops, tugging the plug out of one and snatching it, then shuffling back to his desk.

 

[Thing2]

A tall man walked through the door carrying a starbucks coffee, he was dressed in a blue button down dress shirt and khaki pants. His hair, a dark brown streaked with grey at the temples was plastered against his skull with too much product. "GOOD MORNING CLASS!" He bellowed over the chatter. The students quieted significantly though there was still audible conversation. "My name is Mr. Hanson! I'm your substitute...." He glanced down at a clipboard on the desk. "Math teacher for today." A grimace crossed his face and he turned to the board scribbling his name across the top as well as the date. "Open your text books uhh, or, digital, text books... to the last page you were working on, and do the next 5 pages before the end of class." He said then promptly sat down at the desk putting his feet up on the tabletop and sipped his cup of coffee, pulling a phone from his pocket and tapping on the screen.

Jessi gawked at the new teacher. He's the substitute teacher? She pulled out her laptop to start reading the pages she had to read. She let out a low growl of frustration, none of it was making sense. She wanted to ask the teacher for help, but considering he was busy on his phone she stayed quiet and tried to make sense of it. I hate math. Why does it have to be so hard? I wish Clary was here, she could help me. She thought.

Wow he seems strict. Fritz reached down into his backpack and pulled out his tablet and began swiping and tapping to reach where he left off. Where did I leave off..? Eh, here looks familiar. "Geometry... Terrific.", he mumbled under his breath.
The first problem flashed on the screen, and Fritz looked at it in dismay. Screw this. He's a sub, he won't notice.
Fritz opened his browser and started surfing the internet for local crime reports.

Peter got up clumsily and froze when he jarred the desk next to him. "Oops," he mumbled, quickly stepping over backpacks and canteens undoubtedly filled with caffeinated drinks. He practically ran over to the shelf of laptops, tugging the plug out of one and snatching it, then shuffling back to his desk.

Brisa opened to the last page she had been on and finished one problem, then paused, glancing around her to see what the others were doing. She froze, torn between obeying the substitute or not. He looks like some random dude they pulled off the street. I doubt he’ll check our answers. She began to open the browser, then stopped. But he might. She had good grades in this class and didn’t want to mess that up. Sighing reluctantly, she began the work, finishing fairly quickly and fairly sloppily as well, getting about five sixths of the questions right. She frowned, disappointed in herself for not trying harder, then opened the browser and searched: The Pure. You never know what you can find on the internet. Maybe something’ll come up.

 

[HeavensHens88]

A tall man walked through the door carrying a starbucks coffee, he was dressed in a blue button down dress shirt and khaki pants. His hair, a dark brown streaked with grey at the temples was plastered against his skull with too much product. "GOOD MORNING CLASS!" He bellowed over the chatter. The students quieted significantly though there was still audible conversation. "My name is Mr. Hanson! I'm your substitute...." He glanced down at a clipboard on the desk. "Math teacher for today." A grimace crossed his face and he turned to the board scribbling his name across the top as well as the date. "Open your text books uhh, or, digital, text books... to the last page you were working on, and do the next 5 pages before the end of class." He said then promptly sat down at the desk putting his feet up on the tabletop and sipped his cup of coffee, pulling a phone from his pocket and tapping on the screen.

Jessi gawked at the new teacher. He's the substitute teacher? She pulled out her laptop to start reading the pages she had to read. She let out a low growl of frustration, none of it was making sense. She wanted to ask the teacher for help, but considering he was busy on his phone she stayed quiet and tried to make sense of it. I hate math. Why does it have to be so hard? I wish Clary was here, she could help me. She thought.

Wow he seems strict. Fritz reached down into his backpack and pulled out his tablet and began swiping and tapping to reach where he left off. Where did I leave off..? Eh, here looks familiar. "Geometry... Terrific.", he mumbled under his breath.
The first problem flashed on the screen, and Fritz looked at it in dismay. Screw this. He's a sub, he won't notice.
Fritz opened his browser and started surfing the internet for local crime reports.

Peter got up clumsily and froze when he jarred the desk next to him. "Oops," he mumbled, quickly stepping over backpacks and canteens undoubtedly filled with caffeinated drinks. He practically ran over to the shelf of laptops, tugging the plug out of one and snatching it, then shuffling back to his desk.

Brisa opened to the last page she had been on and finished one problem, then paused, glancing around her to see what the others were doing. She froze, torn between obeying the substitute or not. He looks like some random dude they pulled off the street. I doubt he’ll check our answers. She began to open the browser, then stopped. But he might. She had good grades in this class and didn’t want to mess that up. Sighing reluctantly, she began the work, finishing fairly quickly and fairly sloppily as well, getting about five sixths of the questions right. She frowned, disappointed in herself for not trying harder, then opened the browser and searched: The Pure. You never know what you can find on the internet. Maybe something’ll come up.

Bleddyn, having left every school book to her name at home, saw no reason to get her feet off her desk and put some effort into appearing obedient. The substitute himself was a good enough negative influence for her to just continue her normal routine of rebellion.

Be grateful that I'm here, nincompoop.

And so she sat, glaring daggers at every head in front of her.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Bleddyn, having left every school book to her name at home, saw no reason to get her feet off her desk and put some effort into appearing obedient. The substitute himself was a good enough negative influence for her to just continue her normal routine of rebellion.

Be grateful that I'm here, nincompoop.

And so she sat, glaring daggers at every head in front of her.

Virio, who had actually been doing his homework, in respect for his foster father's wishes, felt someone glare at him, and turned to Bleddyn, immediately questioning her problem. He quickly scanned her up and down, before giving her a look that questioned simply "You ok, what's your problem?", now holding direct eye contact with her, occasionally glancing around the rest of the room to try to figure out what the trigger was. His attention to her might have been mistaken as compassion or sympathy, but he didn't trust anybody, and wanted to make sure she didn't have a problem with him, because if she did...

 

[HeavensHens88]

Virio, who had actually been doing his homework, in respect for his foster father's wishes, felt someone glare at him, and turned to Bleddyn, immediately questioning her problem. He quickly scanned her up and down, before giving her a look that questioned simply "You ok, what's your problem?", now holding direct eye contact with her, occasionally glancing around the rest of the room to try to figure out what the trigger was. His attention to her might have been mistaken as compassion or sympathy, but he didn't trust anybody, and wanted to make sure she didn't have a problem with him, because if she did...

Bleddyn's glare stopped robotically rotating and fixed hard on the eyes that turned to challenge her.
Virio.
She'd known the guy for a while, having seen him in passing and in this class. He was one of those faces you could pin to a name, but the association stopped right there. She'd never really interacted with him much. There was something about him that she found immediately agitating- perhaps the fact that he radiated confrontation readiness as readily as she. In addition, there was the alarming air of one who hid much and knew much.

"You got a problem?" Bleddyn mouthed distinctly, sitting up straighter in her chair and subsequently pulling her feet off the desk slightly.