Chapter 1: School day
Thick fog wrapped itself around the school, and blocked the view through the window, that would at least mitigate Mr. Drinker's endless explanation. As always he was standing in front of the blackboard, swinging his hands and trying to make us understand another chapter of a math textbook.
"Hey... Andrew" whispered Theo, who had his math exercise book opened in front of him and I could see a masterpiece caricature of Mr. Drinker on it's first page. He wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it in an airplane and threw it on my table, right when Mr. Drinker screamed in agony, because he broke another chalk.
I unfolded the paper plane and read the almost illegible writing, that only Theo could handle. It said: Drinker stinks. Despite of Theo's angry views, I crushed the piece of paper and threw it back on his table. I wasn't into hoaxes today.
It was last period on Friday schedule of the eight grade and none even tried to listen to Mr. Drinker, the least popular teacher on the school. Guys were talking about what will they do after school, and girls were exchanging gossip, over a media of pink, perfumed stickers notes.
Mr. Drinker looked around the class, recognizing, that no one was listening to him and started to sweat like a waterfall. That was never a good sign, as this indicated, that he was experiencing heavy stress and he will wish to yell on somebody in the next few minutes. His face got red and inflated itself, so it looked like a beetroot with white stripes. With another broken chalk in his hand he noticed Theo, that was exporting various thoughts about Mr. Drinker. He also noticed the hated teacher and he quickly started to push his post-office stuff in his schoolbag, but Mr. Drinker was already by his side. The teacher had enormously long legs, so he could quickly travel to potential victims, that dared to interrupt his lesson.
"Well Theo don't be so modest. I'm sure you would like to share your notes with rest of the class." Mr. Drinker joyfully asked and pulled his too short trousers higher on his thin body. Now even Theo started to sweat. He conciliatory put a mountain of little pieces of paper on the table, that accumulated in his bag in years of his "activity".
"Well, well." Mr. Drinker enjoyed more and more, that he finally caught somebody. He picked a random paper and took a look of it. I immediately recognized the crushed paper airplane, as I could see that it said "Drinker stinks!" from afar.
Theo regularly experienced such incidents, when teachers were yelling and swinging their hands like a windmill in front of him, so I wasn't afraid for his psychological health, which Mr. Drinker could always easily collapse.
"Charming." said the teacher in too short trousers when he read the short note, even though his face expression wasn't matching his words.
"We can truly be honored to have a student like you in our class, that widens horizons to everyone with such great pranks." said Mr. Drinker like he ate a lemon and showed the paper to everyone.
"I'm also sure your mother will be delighted over your ingenious ideas, that with no doubt reaches over everything we've seen so far."
Mr. Drinker leaned over Theo. He was becoming more and more scared, when saliva started to pick up at the sides of teachers mouth, so hi sprinkled the whole table when he spoke.
"And of course we will have to do something with..." Mr. Drinker was overridden by the school ring and banished the sadistic glitter out of his eyes, like turning off a light. The expectancy of lunch obviously replaced his preferences.
"Another time then." he said lightly and stepped back to the blackboard with two long steps and wrote whats for homework.
I copied the "one day of work" homework, that Mr. Drinker must have spiced up because of Theo's interference in his "worlds most boring math lesson".
I took my schoolbag and left the classroom first. I was in a bad mood today with no reason. Maybe it was weather. Probably not. I had a terribly bad feeling what will happen at home. Anyways I hope I won't spoil my whole day with this. i walked thoughtfully, while little groups of my schoolmates were standing around and talked about Mr. Drinker and I figured it wasn't anything good.
My younger sister Maddie, that was still going to kindergarten, joined me in the lobby. She was so happy because they were baking cookies. All the way to our his she loudly talked about how she burned every single cookie she tried to make, so the bi passers looked at us curiously.
My little sister often got me a little happier and dragged me from behind a thick curtain of quietness that I liked to wrap in lately. She was always happy and got everyone to laugh. We walked on the pavement and I thought why all people aren't like my sister. They all have sour faces and rush each to their own business. No one took time for others or even himself. They all lived on a hunt for money, that eventually made them stupid old bats.
He might sigh tiredly, or even stifle a curse word, but I don't think he would scream in agony over a piece of chalk. :\
