BLA

“Constance Giovanni,” called the teacher. His bright blue eyes scanned the room until they rested on the raised hand. It belonged to a girl sitting right at the back beside the window. Her dark grey eyes pierced his and he quickly ticked her name and moved on. “Darren Sanders,” was next called. The boy asleep sitting next to Constance snorted and drearily raised his gloved hand. The teacher ticked his name as the boy yawned and rested his head on his arms again.

“Evan Baxter,” The dirty blonde boy in front of Constance raised his hand and grinned making the teacher uneasy. Ticking the name and moving on he finished the list in the next ten minutes. The class watched him intently as he shuffled through the papers of their class records. They were the worst class in the grade. But their test results were the best. Their studies were up to date. It amazed most of the teachers that such adolescent students had time to study or even picked up their text books. But they got used to it. Now a new teacher has come and he has to learn, not to mess with his class. He was appointed as their homeroom teacher. The last made a grave mistake and moved into a mental asylum.

When Alexander Emile read this he was not frightened or disturbed just annoyed that they had not told him anymore than that. He looked at the students over again once more and adjusted his glasses. His eyes cold as Constance’s stared at them and his lips curled into a devilish smile. “My name is Alexander Emile, Mr. Emile to you. As you should already know I am your new homeroom teacher. I’m very sorry to hear about your last teacher and hope we will get along better,” he said. Emile leaned against the desk and waited for someone to say something.

The dirty blonde named Evan raised a hand lazily. “Yes Mister Baxter?” “Um… what like subject will you be um… like… teachin’, dude?” he said. Darren snorted awake again and looked at Emile drearily. “Dude… A studs’ in ma room…man…” he said. Constance threw her text book with amazing grace and it whacked Darren smack dab in the face. Darren fell out of his chair and smacked his face on the floor. “The studs’ a teacher, twit. Wake up for god sake,” said Constance. The class erupted in laughs. This was normal for them.

She grinned. Emile blinked. She was grinning at him. His lips curled into a smile. “Thank you Miss Giovanna,” he said politely. “Your welcome, Mr. Emile,” she said. “Ho-SHIT. Did you just?” said Darren. She glared at him again and he slumped down back into his seat. He looked at Constance who was grinning.
This is an interesting class, he thought. He didn’t know the half of it.