|
Post by skati on Feb 28, 2011 0:06:02 GMT
"Fine by me," Anton replied. She stopped talking as the teacher looked in their direction, though he did not break from his lecture on the four states of matter. Anton, however, wasn't paying much attention after Clarkson looked away. His mind was more focused on how he was going to deal with being in this new body...namely what he was going to do while skipping gym. Well, it is close to the last class of the day. I could just go ahead and skip the last class too and head off campus somewhere.
Before she knew it, class itself was over. The instructor, however, was still wanting to talk to her though. Anton stood up, but he waited for the rest of the class to leave before asking, "yes Mr. Clarkson?"
"How long have you been like this, Anton?" Clarkson asked as he adjusted his glasses.
"Since this morning," Anton replied. "This was not by my doing, nor by will."
Mr. Clarkson looked thoughtful. "Do you know who did this?"
"Oh yeah," Anton replied. "I'll be hard pressed to get her to turn me back though." Anton noted the teacher's curious look. "It was a prank," Anton added. "A family affair."
"I see. Maybe you should just stay home until this is cleared up."
"I already tried that. Mom's adamant about me going to school, wouldn't take no for an answer."
Mr. Clarkson smiled a bit at that. "At least she cares about your education. Still, be careful. Don't go anywhere you shouldn't be ."
Anton ruffled her own hair as she left and muttered, "why does everyone think I'm going to go peep in the girls' locker room."
Clarkson called after her, "Because most people in your situation would." To himself, he added, "good luck with your day, Anton."
The next few classes were treated without incident. Unlike Clarkson, the other instructors were not able to recognize Anton in this new form. Instead, they just treated her like a new student. Unfortunately, so did some of the school's bullies. Through great pains, Anton just ignored them. She knew that none of them would be a challenge, thus wouldn't be worth the effort to fight. Still, her patience with them was starting to wane. She just tried to take it in stride. Before Anton knew it, it was lunch time.
|
|
|
Post by Taya on Apr 15, 2011 10:25:22 GMT
Mickey was still smiling as she headed off to lunch. She spotted Anton and waved.
"Hey Toni! If you need help with any... notes, you know where to find me" Mickey said with a wink before heading off to the Shop classrooms.
By the time Mickey had put her coveralls on, she was surrounded by a bunch of her classmates asking her questions about various mechanic projects. She smiled at them and began to demonstrate on the car in the shop. This was how lunch always was and Mickey was happy to help. Though the closer it got to midterms, it got a bit more intense. Most of the time it was a few questions and then debating about some new part or engine that just came out.
|
|
|
Post by skati on Oct 26, 2011 2:23:19 GMT
Antoinette simply waved back as Mickey called. For now, she was good. Would be better if this curse would end, but good. After getting her tray, Antoinette made her way towards her usual table. One of the tables she passed was occupied by some of the bullies from earlier in the day. Antoinette just ignored their insults as she walked past.
The next thing she knew, Antoinette was on the floor with her food splattered around. Her face was just inches away from where the bulk of it lay. "What the fu--" A sharp pain in her side cut off anything she was going to say.
Antoinette pulled her body in, clutching her side. She grit her teeth against the pain. A new one in her scalp made her forget about that one. Quickly, the teen was dragged to her feet by the hair. She caught a brief glimpse of her initial attacker, recognizing her as the main girl giving her crap throughout the day. The other must have been the one behind her.
A crowd looked to be forming around her, held back by some of the other girls. All of that blurred into the floor as she doubled over with a grunt. Slowly she watched a fist back away from her stomach. In a daze, she could hear chants of "Fight, fight, fight, fight!"
|
|