Ertifferrah Written By: Elay Understood CHAPTER 13 OCTAVIOUS...Elay TV Content Creator
“—BUT nothing compares to the human life!” The protested the teacher continued.
You can adopt a pet, and when and if heaven forbid, it runs off and you can no longer find him. What’s the next thing we as humans do? We replace it! Though it’s not the same ol’ Lassie like before, the fact of the matter is…, Lassie-gets-replaced. I’m sure everyone in here understands. Understand?
The teacher continued rambling on in a rant. “In a video game, you can just up and quickly hit reset before you die! Now, can’t you?” We, as human beings, have become a wasteful society. You could throw a book away…you love and yet, there are thousands upon thousands of that same copy READILY available for the masses and for you to go out and buy. You, the same person who at one point, decided for whatever reason to just chuck the book into the garbage, now desirers for it back.
In the days of old, we cherished everything! I’m afraid that since this generation can simply replace and or even practically recreated again, you all just value nothing but yourselves.
“Okay…, this lady is nuts.” Thought Erica, as she began looking around the classroom, wondering where the teacher was. The agile voice sounded very familiar, but, where did her voice come from?
Turning her eyes to an open door located oddly next to the chalkboard, Erica thought maybe the teacher was over there in the closet because it did sound like she was trying to project her voice, but after while, the teacher never appeared.
What’s going on?!” Erica wondered. The class carried on as if nothing was wrong. “Okay, there a public-address system speaker on the wall, so maybe this class is treated more like a college course; so it’s a lecture class. Yea, that has to be it!” She tried convincing herself. Even though, she knew that wasn’t the case, because the sound didn’t come out of there either.
The teacher continued lecturing the class about things getting replaced.
“So, my students, we all know that in this world, when something is considered to have little or no value, we simply dispose of that particular item, subconsciously knowing, that if we wanted it again; class, answer me this, what do the majority of us think?”
“YOU CAN GET IT REPLACED!” The entire class begrudgingly vocalized in unison.
“This lady is nuts…! I don’t think I can take many more surprises today.” Still feeling rather disturbed about what happened in Principals Veegra’s office.
“Okay!” Erica breathed briskly to herself in a rattled voice. “This is really starting to wig me out here! Where in the world is that voice coming from? I know I’m not going crazy!”
Glancing around to see the response from the students in class, but to no avail, no one appeared alarmed by the voice that came from nothingness.
Turning the pages in their books in unison as the voice babbled on, Erica sloped down into an empty seat at the back of the class and continued examining the class as if they were all senile.
Scoffing in confusion, she leaned forward and tapped the girl sitting in front of her with an ink pen.
The girl turned around half smiling, half concerned. “Hi.” She spoke quickly and quietly.
“Hey, where’s the teacher?”
“Up there.” The girl pointed to the front of the class.
“Where up there?”
-“There.” Look, we better keep it down, okay.” She said with warning.
Unsatisfied with the answers, she leaned back into the chair, huffing loudly in annoyance, and blurted aloud: “This is ridiculous!”
“Who said that?!” The teacher snapped.
“Ah, AH, AHHHHH!!” Erica let out a shrill. A flat-screen computer monitor rose from the desk where the teacher was supposed to be seated.
“Who said that?” The voice from the floating monitor ordered.
Everyone turned around in their seats and looked at Erica, but no one-pointed. Silence.
“There she is, Ms. Amplitude!”
“Thank you, Octavious.” The monitor whizzed past his head and towards Erica.
Not knowing how to respond to a flying TV, she did what any scared person would have done—she ran. “Aaahhhh! Ahhhh! Get that thing away from me! Is this some type of joke? It’s following me!”
The entire class broke out into hysterical laughter.
The monitor accelerated in a maddening frenzy! “ORDER! ORDER! That will be e-e-enough. ERICA, DAMN-IT, STOP RUNNING!”
Monitor slowing to a halt as Erica did the same. It whirred around to face her; screen fizzling and blinking a little. The face on the monitor cleared, revealing the voice behind the chaos. It was the tall lady from the office.
“She the teacher? I knew I heard that voice somewhere!”
“Dear, I’m sorry if I scared you. This is something quite new to get used to and by me approaching you this way, why yes, I’m certain that the whole experience could be quite frightening. Please, take a seat and I’ll give you a few minutes to recoup.
Whizzing up the aisle and past the front desk, the monitor flew out of the room and into the hall.
“Okay…that was WEIRD!” Erica said to herself.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“WHY…, are you even talking to me?!” Erica said with an attitude, as she spun around to face the young man who ratted her out to that flying device. No matter, whoever he was, he sure made to her ‘people to hate’ list rather fast.
“You sold me out to that, that TV teacher..., Octavious!” You knew that thing was going to chase after me, didn’t you? You didn’t have to tell it that was me talking! You knew that thing was going to chase after me, didn’t you?
“Hey, hey, hey, hot stuff, no need to get all worked up,” he said playfully. He had a terrific smile and face! In fact, Erica became kind of mad because he was so attractive. She knew from that moment on, whatever he did; she wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him for too long. So, the only way she knew how to get back at him was to make a mean face.
“Whoa-ha-hooo!” He mocked, placing his hand over his heart as he rolled back in his chair. “Excuse me, little Miss. AH! AHHHHH!” He mimicked her flailing her arms around in the air.
Once again, the class went into an uproar of laughter.
At this point, Erica had to laugh at herself. With a face in her hands, she stood there for a moment, grinning and blushing with fun embarrassment.
“AH! Will you look at that, she’s blushing, y’all, she’s BLUSHING!” Octavious said in a girly voice as if cooing at the fat, little baby. He continued egging the class on, using Erica as the focal point of the show.
The TV teacher finally floated back into class. Underneath it was a floating tray filled with papers. Two silver antenna-like arms, with Mickey-Mouse looking hands, emerged from both sides of the monitor and passed back test papers from out the tray.
“Class, I brought back your last written assignment and-“ The monitor double back to Octavious desk and the antenna arms reached out, snatched the papers from out of his hands, and slammed the face down on his desk.
The teacher cleared her throat and continued on. –“and I ask that you not turn them over until the last one is given out.” Giving Octavious the ‘eye’, the monitor passed out the rest of the row of the paper by row. “Behave yourselves, class.” She said before once again, whizzing into the hall.
Erica saw this as a fantastic time to get back at Octavious, but she didn’t want to experience another up-close-and-personal encounter with the flying instructor. She laughed while reaching to the floor for her tattered messenger bag. Unable to get a firm grasp around the leather strap, she bowed over the armrest of the desk unaware that Octavious was attentively enjoying the view of her luscious backside.
Unfastening the bag, she rustled around for one of her mechanical, multi-colored ink pens. Once finding one, she next pulled out a thick notebook, dirt brown in color and heavy in weight.
“Aw, man, what’s with the she-bear, looking notebook?”
Octavious asked as he continued watching Erica from his desk.
She blushed. “Nothing, it’s just, a, uuh, um-
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“Yes, I do. It’s a notebook.” She said bashfully.
“Duh, I know that. Come on girl, I’m not in this accelerated class just for my look, now.”
Turning around in the chair, he smirked; eyes adverted to the floor as he spun. Erica could tell he was thinking up something smart to say. She waited. It didn’t take him long either.
“Hay, y’all!” He called out loudly. “This girl up and killed a bear! She’s so quiet about it because she doesn’t want anybody to know.” He smiled.
Erica noticed that he did a lot of smiling when he talked. That was so fine by her.
The rest of the class quietly acknowledged him but proceeded as if they hadn’t really heard him. Their nonchalant response wasn’t done in a way that was rude; they had just grown accustomed to his class clown ways.
Octavious continued, now totally focusing on Erica. “I bet you were sitting at home in your room one day was like ‘Ooo, I bet bear fur would look good stapled to my notebook.” He smiled. You probably went and called all your little girlfriends up and made it a girl’s night our too. Ha, Ha.
“Shut up.” Erica playfully replied, as she tried to shoo him off her desk because by that time, he had made himself a little too comfortable.
Not missing a beat, he chimed in, pretending he was Erica at home, talking on the phone: “Yeah, girl, I’ve got this good ideal! Let’s go out, kill a bear, and put the fur all over our notebooks. Wouldn’t that be cute? Watch when we come to school Monday, everybody’s going to want one!”
“Mr. Wennefer; that will be enough from you, back to your seat!” Said the teacher.
“Mr. Wennefer?” Erica said. Covering her mouth with one hand and placing the other lightly on her chest, acting appalled at his last name. She couldn’t resist.
He saw her before she turned around, grinned, and said: “Yeah, a good one, you got me, girl.”
Erica could tell he was a little embarrassed about his last name-“how cute!” She thought.
She opened the notebook and began to write:
Accelerated Government.
First Day
Guess what?!? Octavious ‘Jock God’ is in my class! So maybe things are starting to look up for me this time around. At first, my day wasn’t turning out so great. I got switched from Mrs. Protice’s government class to this one: Accelerated Gov. Guess that’s fine and all.
Got what I wanted. Although I’m smart (when I choose to be), I don’t feel so left out, cuz just about everyone else has an accelerated class. When I say ‘everyone’, I’m speaking of the popular students. So, hey, wonder if this classifies me as one of them now…
Ooh, gatta run, I think Octavious is gonna come back to my desk! Quick! Before he comes, I’ll write this and go. He is like THE FINEST THING IN THE WHOLE SCHOOL! SO POPULAR! A SENIOR AND I’M IN HIS CLASS!!!!
!!!!OH MY, yes!!!! I just loved the junior picture he took last year for the yearbook! I even drew a blue and yellow heart around it but no one knows that but you, journal, and me. How should I play this….? I’m into him but don’t want to come off as someone who’s ‘easy’.
Wonder if he just likes to play around with me and pick on me for the heck of it or if he really is digging me? I think he’s digging me.
Uuuh, hope he’s digging me xoxoxoxoxoxoxox!!
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Erica quickly slammed the book closed and smiled.
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