What A Dream Wants

Disclaimer: This chapter will have a lot of disclaimers.

The bell rang. He checked his phone. 'Let's see... next class is math... for two periods. Great.'

'It's in room 203.' After fumbling around in the hallways a bit, he managed to find the room. He walked in, took a seat, and was greeted with some familiar faces and some worn-out faces. Steven immediately started diligently studying: 'Zzz...'

The class settled in.

"Alright class," The man said, "I'm your math teacher, Mr. Methemitikele." He pulled it up on the smartboard. "But, you can just call me Mr. M. Since it's your first day, we'll be learning each other's names." He looked around and saw the general excitement in everyone's eyes.

He noted that it was probably not their first time doing such a fun activity.

"Alright, we can have a fun lecture instead?" He reasoned. "We could start on shapes and theorems, and work our way to proofs during this unit!"

"Mr. M, today's only the first day though." Call called out.

"Ahhh, I'm guessing some of you guys haven't learned about this?" Mr. M sighed. "They really should standardize the teaching system across the world. Well, if it makes any of you guys feel better, once you're sophomores, you guys can start choosing your classes."

"Teach, can I sleep?" Call called out again.

"Uhhh..." Mr. M said. "You're not supposed to ask permission for that. It's easier to sleep when the teacher doesn't notice."

"Oh okay. Thanks!" Call went to sleep.

The class muttered to each other before half the class misinterpreted his words and went to sleep.

Mr. M sighed. Why did he choose this job over being a chief financial officer for a global company? It was like asking, why use pi, when there's tau? It would make everyone's lives easier.

Then, not finding a valid reason, he proceeded to do meth.

Editor: Math*.

Disclaimer: The author does not promote doing drugs in any way, shape, or form. The author does not promote sleeping (or eating) in class (although the author does it quite often). Teaching is a great job.

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Steven was in a dimly lit area. The haunted voices of the past whirled around him.

The past of long long ago...

'Ring ring' A sound rang clear in the darkness. A light shone upon him.

'Who is it?' He called out.

A figure appeared. But it had no head. Instead, it had...

Bells.

'I am your greatest threat,' the bell figure said. 'Ignore me, and you shall face great misfortune in your future. For I am the Waker- the timekeeper- the bringer of tardiness. I have arrived to fulfill my task of waking you up.'

'Huh?' Steven thought to himself, before realizing the bell had rung and he needed to head to the next class or else he would be late.

'It's the first day anyway. It's common knowledge that teachers aren't allowed to mark you late on the first day.'

Disclaimer: The author does not encourage anyone to be late to class in any way, shape, or form.

Steven always made sure his priorities were in check. People were either fatigued due to lack of sleep or grades, except grades fatigued them, and sleeping did not.

He glanced down at his schedule.

'English for two periods and then lunch... English in room 215.'

He sighed... and then started to walk to class.

The late bell rung right as he stepped in. He took a seat and sat down.

A blonde lady was sitting on the chair casually, arms under her assets.

Disclaimer: She was fondling her jewelry. The author does not condone any indecent behavior in public in any way, shape or form. Especially not in front of students. Definitely not in front of students.

"Hey, class. My name is Jessica SimpeldeVitch, Call me Jessica. And I shall be teaching you simplified English." She paused for a second. "I mean American English." Her sultry voice, as if she was teaching thirteen-year-old boys under the influence, rather than students of a prestigious school.

Disclaimer: Do not drive under the influence. The author does not wish for anyone to get hurt, in any way, shape or form.

Editor: Dear author, do you mean under hormones*?

Author: Only girls have hormones.

Editor: What's testosterone?

Author: A hormone, duh.

Editor: ...

Disclaimer: This joke was in poor taste.

"So, should we call you Ms. SimpeldeVitch?" Someone called out.

"Do I look old to you?"

'Yes.' Steven thought to himself, but very quietly.

As if hearing his thoughts, Mrs. SimpeldeVitch said: "How dare y'all, Imma be a shocked to be teaching you bunch of rascals."

Disclaimer: Not all Americans are cowboys.

But by that point, Steven was putting all his effort into reviewing basic grammar skills using "The Blue Book of Grammar and Punctuation": 'Zzz...'

Jessica was oblivious to that fact. Instead, she started ranting about how annoyed she was at them. They should know not to disrespect their elders. She came from a prestigious family of SimpeldeVitch's. They should grovel under her feet. She smiled, knowing at any second now, they would apologize for their misconduct. After all, she was Jessica SimpeldeVitch!

...

'Wake me up inside,

Wake me up inside,

Call my name and save me from the dark.

Bid my blood to run,

Before I come undone,

Save me from the nothing I've become.' -Evanescence

Disclaimer: Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research.

Editor: And jokes. Also missing an Oxford comma before the 'and'. I thought you read "The Blue Book Of Grammar and Punctuation", Mr. Author.

Author: Just a book I slept on during English Class, smh. Why would anyone read books?

Steven groggily sat up.

'What time is it? It's time for lunch!

What time is it? It's time for lunch!'

'Oh, it's lunchtime.' He started to remember the events of the morning and flushed red. 'I'm hungry...'

Disclaimer: It is important to eat a healthy breakfast every day to start off the day right. Do not skip breakfast.

Editor: I don't get paid enough for this.

Author: I don't get paid either.