~ ELISH ~
"Good morning everyone." There was a scanty reply.
"Alright, I am Mr. Williamor Steff and I will be handing your introductory classes on the 'History of History' course. My name is on the board and my phone number. I am also your academic advisor which means you can come to me for all your academic problems or even your social issues and problems at home. Ok. Now…"
he turned to the board and wrote in the free space 'History Of History'. He turned back to us.
"Does anyone have any idea on your topic?" He had no reply from the audience.
"Anyone at all. Anyone." Everyone was looking at him and not talking. I saw the albino bend over on his book and write. I peered I could see from far distances anyways.
He was scribbling what seemed to be the answer of the question. He did not seem to want to stand up though, I wanted to steal his reply but conscience did not want to give me that peace.
"Well since no one knows the answer then take out your books, we are having a 'POP QUIZ'."
"Oh shit."
"Oh, come on."
"fuck." And the mute kids began to talk.
Then someone said; "Suck it dude, you already wrote down the answer. Say it then, men." I looked to the of the voice. It was the boy talking about me looking at the clock then. My gaze reverted to the albino. I saw his hand. He was shaking.
"Talk dude come on."
"What a selfish son of a bitch."
'"Talk ass hole."
Others joined in, Practically yelling at him. The kid hid his hand under the desk, I saw him clipping on the edge of his finger nails. They had started to bleed.
*You are not considering helping him are you?*
"How is that a probably if I do."
*Have you no regard for your power. Say away from weaklings*
"You do not get to say what I do."
I super glued a smile on my face and blurted out; "Sir, I know the answer." The noise died immediately. Everyone probably looking my way.
The teacher, who had been silent and blind to the verbal abuses Albino, finally talked.
"Alright, young man. Please come up." I stepped out of my seat and walked to the platform he was standing on. He had me turn to the rowdy class that had taken their seats now.
"Can you tell the class your name?" the mann requested.
"My name is Elish Moore."
"Alright, Elish, can you answer the question." He gave me a voice piece. I hung it close to my ear and the mouth piece close to my lips.
"Eh I think History of history is that it began the moment man started existing. Time immemorial. There is no date to a lot to it because it is something that is older than even man and same with existence."
"Thar was a very basic and very true definition. Everyone please applaud him." The man cheered on the audience. They did just that.
"And for standing up and answering this question. Being the first to participate in my class, I will award you with one hundred dollars."
"Wooooooooow!"
And the crowd goes wild, especially the albino. Crystal clear amazement and regret in his eyes. The man, Mr. Williamor Steff; Yep immediately he said he would give me money, I started remembering his name.
He went to his desk and sat down. I still stood where I am. He took our a history textbook and stepped out. Flipping through as he walked down the pavement by toe steps.
"We have to read the prescribed text now. Can anyone help us out." Kids were flying out of their seats to thier seats to get hold of the textbook on his hand. In the end, a girl dressed in black crop top, black pants and shoes.
Rings on all her fingers and up to five ear rings on each ear. She got to it first. I watched her, immediately she snatched the book, the twirled.
A boy behind her who had already reached out and was unable to stop moving, he flew past her immediately landing on the stairs. Theat turn saved her and she knew just when to make it, I was impressed.
"Alright, please come up here and read for us." Mr Williamor Steff looked at me.
"Please give her the bo… I mean the voice piece." I obeyed, taking it off and giving it to her. While she busied herself with that. I followed Mr. Williamor Steff to his desk. He sat down and pulled out a drawer. Apparently to find my fiscal reward. He did. I made to bend to take the dollar for him…
'Something tore behind me'
I straightened up immediately.
'Shit'
I think the knock off designer trousers had torn and in between my juicy round apples.
'Crap'
This is bad. This is really bad. I could not return to my seat like this. I may be pretty aloof but I was very aware of embarrassment. I flashed my eyes sharply. I saw no salvation. I could not tell Mr Williamor Steff either. What the shit was I going to do?
*Tie it around your waist*
"What? Dude I ain't freaking joking right now."
*You are wearing a singlet inside that's big sweater short thing. Take off the shirt thing and tie it around your waist*
I flung my eyes at the teens seated on the stadium set seats. At the back, some boys were wearing tan tops.
'Damn it.'
I grabbed the end of the sweater and slipped it off.
"Oh shit."
I looked beside me. The draped in black, girl; she was staring at me with her gaped eyes. She was the only one. I suddenly became self-conscious. I wanted to put the turtle neck back on.
"Hey, Elish, what are doing?", I heard the baffled voice of Mr. Williamor Steff. I turned to him, slipping the sleeves of the cloth around my waist.
"I am feeling real hot Sir. Bad choice of wardrobe." I was sweating indeed, they stuck the white singlet to my chest like duct tape.
"Ohhh My God."
I saw flashes of light from the corner of my eyes. My gaze reverted to it's direction. Girls were standing up and taking pictures of me.
Honestly the fact that it did not seem awkward was all I wanted to know. I was back to my cool calm and lofty self. Tying the shirt on my waist. I got off the stage and back to my seat immediately.
One girl grew chicken wings, flew off her seat and up the platform like there were no stairs. I was not looking at her anymore though. My face expressionless. I only heard her heavy feet splatter on the floor and she moved and stopped beside me. "You dropped your dollar" I hear her say. I looked up, at the hand though. There was two, hundred dollar notes.
'De El, which one belongs to the teacher.'
*The one below*
I reached out and took that one. Even though I did just that, she still reddened like a peach on fire.
"Alright. Alright. We have had our fun. Return to your seats. Come on, let us continue with the Lectures." The students started moving but pressing their phones at the same time.
Mr Williamor Steff continued trying to get them to pay attention but was unsuccessful for a good fifteen minutes until he declared another pop quiz. They magic word worked its wonders again. Everyone comported themselves immediately. The lesson continued