 Brain Twin | MASTAH ASHURRII | Reisdent PokeNerd | Digifangirl
Midday... seemed an awfully strange time for the class, honestly, but Issy was not going to speak up. She had head stories about this man and he was not the sort to start anything with. Egomania ran strong in this one. Wincing at the all the sunlight, Issy slunk into the classroom with her head bowed.
Why was he being so loud? And ushering them like cattle? SHE WAS NOT A COW! Ag. While darting into the classroom, she had to be careful to avoid his spray of spittle. EW. So the stories hadn't been exaggerations after all.
"H'lo, Professor," she muttered reluctantly.
Professor? Him? HAH.
Slipping into a seat near the middle of the room, a habit conditioned from sitting beside Willow Kovac all these years, Issy set her bag atop her table and drummed her fingers atop the table. When Borr taught at the boys' school, Issy had heard tales of proper hygiene.
Something told her Astronomy may not be the lesson taught today. Eeep. |