Chapter 28 Mrs Doolittle (1/2)
The school bell soon rang, signaling the start of the first lesson. A rather matron looking woman, taking short, brisk steps walked into 1F and headed straight to her desk in front of the class. She ignored the noisy class, then dumped her books onto the table with a loud bang, prompting everyone to silence.
”Good morning everyone,” she greeted them.
”Good morning Teacher,” chorused everyone in return.
”I am Mrs Doolittle,” she began and then stopped, upon hearing a sudden snort from behind. She looked back, her eyes in a slit as she glared at each and every student that was sitting in the last row but could only see eyes at attention her.
She gave them one last glare then continued, ”I will be your Class Teacher for the year, and I run a tight ship around here. No hanky panky and we will get along just fine.”
She paused for a dramatic effect, and gave what would be known among her students as 'The Glare' and said sternly, ”DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
”Yes, Teacher Doolittle,” chorused the class obediently.
Satisfied, she sat down and started calling names from the attendance sheet. When she reached Kyle's name, she paused, then looked up to stare at him in the face. Kyle looked back at her innocently, not showing any expression as he said, ”Present”. She appeared like she was going to say something, as her mouth opened once then she looked back down at the paper again and called the next name.
Kyle smirked. It was bad enough that he couldn't hold back the snort of laughter upon hearing her name, it was taking all his will power not to laugh out loud again. He knew all the names of the teachers in the school, of course, but it still never failed to amuse him. To actually have a teacher with that name just made him want to laugh all the time. To think that she turned out to be his Class Teacher is seriously going to test his willpower all year long.
Mrs Doolittle taught history, and as her dry and monotonous voice droned on and on ... it lulled Kyle to sleep. He couldn't help it. It was rather hypnotic, really. Kyle hadn't had much sleep lately, and last night had been exhausting. Master Shifu had sent him on an assassination mission, and it had taken longer than usual. The target was much more skilled than he had originally thought, causing him to take more drastic measures.
He had been severely reprimanded by Master Shifu after that. Kyle knew he was at fault for being overconfident, something that slowly crept up on him since he had been able to handle everytarget easily all this time. He had already been warned by Master Shifu of this danger, and though Kyle listened, he didn't quite get it until last night.
Still, being pushed like that and forcing him to go all out caused his skills to notch up a bit. He felt he had been rather stagnant lately, and figured this must be the 'bottleneck' those wuxia novel characters were always facing when advancing. It's until you were in a real life-and-death situation would your skills be executed properly.
So there he was, slightly drooling with his head laid back when a sudden sharp sound echoed throughout the class. Jolted awake, Kyle stood up shouting, ”Reporting for duty SIR!” Everyone burst out laughing, and Kyle blinked several times, wiped the drool from the side of his face and smiled sheepishly at Mrs Doolittle while saying, ”I mean, Reporting for duty, Teacher Doolittle!”
The girls sighed as they watched Kyle. He looked so dreamy with his sleepy look, making his eyes appear more misty and gorgeous. Even his drool was cute, and when he smiled sheepishly, with his head tilted to the side a bit and making his dimple more pronounced, they melted even more.
”Good, good,” she began, rapping the ruler that she had used to smack the table in front of Kyle, ”Good, good. You dare sleep in my class, Kyle Smith. Go and squat outside the class with these books on your head!!” She then placed three heavy history text books in his arms. Kyle took those books without a word, walked out and did as he was told while thinking, 'What is this? Kindergarten?'
Kyle found this whole thing ridiculous, and knew that she was punishing him in this manner just to cause him pain and embarrassment. She probably thought that he was so self-conscious of his image, that having him struggling there while people walked by would be devastating to his ego.
Kyle scoffed. He was used to doing the horse stance with Master Shifu dancing on top of his shoulders, so what was this measly thing? As for image? What image? He didn't really care about it, but didn't mean he wouldn't utilise his looks to get a certain advantage. Feed the masses, so to speak.