Merry Christmas!
YToday went to 'visit' my grandma and I needa wake up at 8.50am, just one hour early than normal. Reach home at 12pm+.
Read a really funny fic. Can't stop laughing. I opy a part whereby it's the most funny:
It certainly took time, but eventually the teacher looked up, just in time to see the blond and the brunette boy left the class without telling her. Now she took a closer look at the room and immediately regretted it. ‘Please, someone tell me that this is just a dream. A weird, terrible, scary nightmare, and I can wake up now.’ She pinched her arm quite hard to see if she could wake up from the horror in front of her. But she sadly discovered now that this, in fact, was real. ‘Then I must be dead and in hell, there is no other way this can all be true…’
Behind her, in a corner, sat that annoying brunette who always ranted about friendship to no end. She had her hands around her knees and rocked back and for, talking to herself: “I want my Yami Not fair I want my Yami I want my Yami I want I want I want He’s mine friendship is fine Yami is fine love Yami love friendship friendship Yami Yami friendship Need Yami need friendship is important my Yami my love my Friends want them want friends want Yami where are they were are friends need to make friends friendship hold us together need more friends friendship give us the force to do what we want like friends like Yami need to make more friends friendship is all friendship make the word go round want my friends must tell them must tell everyone friendship important friendship is all I need Yami is all I need Yami friendship friendship Yami…..”
‘Uhhhhh… all right… (should I call a doctor?). Yeah, whatever, so much for that girl.’ thought the nameless teacher. Sadly, she was not the only one gone over the deep end.
There was a blond girl running away from a boy with really big, shiny scissors, he called “Hair! I want your hair! Don’t worry I take it along with your head, you don’t have to cut it. Stand still, it won’t hurt for long. I just want your hair! Why are you running away?…”
A few cheerleaders were screaming, because someone had set their long flowing hair on fire. And tried to quench the fire for them. Sadly they did it with alcohol. “HEEELLLLPPPPP!!”
In the middle of the class was a campfire made out of some chemistry- and math-books happily crackling in them. Around it were several teens sitting and holding hands, while they sang ‘Kumbayah my lord’ and ‘Guantanamera’ and ‘This Land is your Land’, happily throwing more books into the fire and watching them burn.
For a moment the teacher frowned: There was something wrong with that picture, and after a moment she registered, what it was: There was a fire burning in the class, but no fire alarm was heard. She looked up, but instead of the smoke detector she saw a hole in the ceiling with wires coming out of it. Well, that explained it quite well…
On the other side of the room, some guy had his ghetto blaster plugged in, and was now standing with his two friends dancing on the table and singing loudly to ‘Eminem’ and ‘50 Cent’. Two girls and a boy were fighting over the question, who could stay on the highest hutch in the room, and tried to shove each other two down.
Two guys had found the knives they used to cut open the frogs in biology, and after painting circles on the wall, they played ‘Dart’ or ‘knife-throwing’ with them. But they didn’t have a good aim, or they did it on purpose, because most of the tiny knives went towards that still ranting girl in the corner. Not that someone minded, it was simply kind of weird.
A blond girl was playing ‘blind man’s buff’ and nearly fell out of the window, as her friends shoved her that way.
One of the rappers and one of the boys by the fire were now getting into an argument, and after a moment they started rolling on the floor and hitting each other, while more boys gathered around them and made bets at who will win the fight. Their stake was a hand of gummy bears, and they were yelling and screaming at them.
And where did the rats and snakes come from? A few of the teens were standing on their tables, screaming and waving their hands around. That was until a boy got himself a broom and swept the animals into the campfire. It was a good thing they didn’t move because they were made out of rubber, so no one protested at the rough treatment…Or called ‘Greenpeace’…
A loud crack was heard, and two of the tables broke down under the weight of several teens, jumping up and down on them, looking who could break his desk at first, or with the loudest crack. And with this the campfire grew bigger and bigger by the minute.
“Hey, I have I great idea. Let us look if Anzu burns as good as the snakes. She is, after all, also an ugly critter.”
“Yeah!! Burn, Anzu, burn!
“NO! You can’t set her aflame! We need her to teach us about friendship!”
“FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP! I WANT TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS, WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS! FRIENDSHIP IS GREAT!” the crazy brunette screamed, the two insane worshipers of her doing the same. But in a matter of seconds the followers where duct-taped to a chair, so they almost looked like mummies. Brown mummies, but who cares…
‘Now all that's missing is them taping them to the blackboard’ thought the teacher sarcastically, as the teens did exactly that, as if reading her every thought. They taped the ‘friendship-worshipers’, among the loud cheering and whooping of their friends, up, with their heads upside down. Out of nowhere they suddenly had water bombs and the poor woman could only hope that they actually filled it with water, not with some chemicals they had found on the floor. Because someone had earlier broken the closet they were kept in open and threw them out to have something to hide in. For once luck was with her: Even if it wasn’t water, it was just paint. And the pattern they formed on the wall and the two teens was actually a nice one. It looked a little like one of those modern-art paintings you often could find in the museum.
To her big surprise, she saw three boys sitting at their own table, calm and quiet, even if they stared into the air with wide eyes, like (somewhat) normal people. They didn’t sing, dance, scream or try to kill someone.
But suddenly all three of them jumped up from their chairs and ran into the wall.
They shook their heads, took several steps back… and did it again!
…and again
…and again
6 or 7 teens observed that, and she heard one of them saying ”I bet they smoked something wrong.” “Let me try!” said another, and she couldn’t see what he was doing, he stood with his back to her, and that, perhaps, was better for her anyway. She didn’t want to know or have anything to do with what happened here… After a few moments the teen also stepped onto a table and waved his arms “I’m Superman, and I’m flying to the moon to find the pink bunnies!” and he jumped from the table and made a perfect belly-flop, the others laughing.
The other three were still running into the wall, laughing stupidly and saying something about yellow mice, pink elephants or blue cats, who were chasing them or sitting next and talking to them.
In a corner of the class were 7 girls sitting on the floor, giggling… in a scary and not quite sane way…
Around them was a heap; no, more like a mountain of candy papers.
Chocolate, lollipops, licorices, bonbons, cookies and god knows what else was there to find.
Where they'd gotten them from, or when they had started to eat them, the teacher didn’t know. All she knew for sure was, judging on the amount of candy they must have eaten to get such a big mountain of papers, they'd probably be on a sugar rush for the next two or three weeks.
The girls looked at each other for a moment, then at the still ranting Anzu, then back at each other again. One of them held up a can and several pillows, the others starting to get an evilly look and giggle foolish.
One of them tipped Anzu’s shoulder, smiling sugary sweet at her, before shouting:
“Hey, you! I have something important to tell you, so hear well: FRIENDSHIP SUCKS! And you too!”
And as Anzu jumped up as if she just had been hit on the head with something hard and was about to inhale deeply to hold a speech about the importance of friendship, the girl took her can of super glue out and dumped it over the girls head. Her friends showering her with feathers from some pillows they had gotten from god-know-where, until she looked totally like a dull chicken. Laughing like mad, they went back to their own corner to get lost under all the candy papers and were never ever seen again.
Anzu, still murmuring about friendship and Yami and more friendship, also sat down in her own private corner, ignoring the feathers deliberately.
But most of all teens were standing by the window, whistling or whooping on something she didn’t really want to know. Surprises were always bad in this hell of a school, she had found out by now.
And now she registered that they were way too many! She didn’t have that many students when she started this class, did she? Then why were there so many of them now? Then she saw the note one of her colleagues had left for her on her table while she had still been crying, that said:
Sorry, but I put all of my students in your class, too. I really need a break now, before I kill one of them. Or all of them. Or our boss, for throwing me into this hell. And please, when you get a hold on him, give Ryou Bakura detention for swearing and skipping class. Again. Thanks a lot!
‘God, I hate Mondays! Why, for God's sake, did I choose to be a teacher? I wonder if it is too late to change my job? Maybe I could be a gambler like daddy. Or I can follow mum and be a marriage impostor. I wouldn’t have to work, and I'd never be alone. And after two or three years we break up and I keep his car and house… God, I just hope I never have children, I would kill them if they were like them… ’ the poor woman asked herself.
As she looked up again the three boys on drugs had taken over the ghetto blaster and were now standing together with ‘superman’ on a table and singing some Rock songs.
‘What are they doing there? Sex, drugs and Rock ’n Roll? Just without the sex?’
The teens around the campfire stood up and cheered at the singing boys, after they got a hold of their smokes, too. Now they were thinking they were in a big concert and calling themselves the flower people, and the idiots on the table were the ‘Rolling Stones’, or something similar. They were sitting by the desk with a stupid grin, like the groupies of a superstar, their minds far, far away.
The rappers meanwhile tried to get the ghetto-blaster back from the cheering and constantly growing crowd, but a after a short fight they had to accept that there was no chance in the word to do so. Now they were forced to lay on the floor and listen to a very bad version of the Woodstock-concert, which nearly made their ears bleed and their brains melt out through their noses, and the others were sitting on their backs.
“Let me go!”
“Stop that, please!”
“Have mercy, I'll do everything you want!”
But all pleading, swearing and struggling was useless, they kept on using them as chairs.
“If you don’t move your ass now, I will kick you until you don’t remember your own name!” now one of them had gotten angry, very angry, and managed to throw the guy sitting on him down from his back, and again the two of them started fighting like mad.
“Make love, not war! Stop fighting! Peace, friends!” one of the hippies jelled at the fighting boys, not knowing what hell those sentences were about to bring over them all.
And hell came down almost instantly:
Suddenly by heard that the crazy friendship girl jumped onto a table and screamed at the top of her lungs:
“FRIENDS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORD! MAKE FRIENDS, NOT WAR! ALL YOU NEED ARE FRIENDS! FRIENDS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME EVERYWHERE! THEY MAKE YOU FEEL STRONG AND SAVE AND YOU CAN DO EVERYTHING IF YOU HAVE MANY OF THEM! YOU CAN LAUGH AND WHINE AND TALK WITH YOUR FRIENDS! YOU CAN PARTY WITH YOUR FRIENDS! GO OUT INTO THE WORLD, NOW IS THE RIGHT TIME! EVERYONE CAN MAKE NEW FRIENDS IF YOU REALLY TRY! GIVE THE ONE STANDING BESIDE YOU A BIG HUG AND YOU GOT A NEW FRIEND or broken bones! IF YOU DON’T…”
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