[English] .Welcome.To.Literacy.Class.

[Colonel Suki ♥]

Riiing. The first period bell, some of the students still taking their seats as the teacher walked down the rows of desks. 'Just stare at the front of the room and smile.' he thought to himself, watching, waiting, for class to begin. It was five minutes before his odd wish was granted.
"First off we will be reading the poems you were assigned to write last class." the woman spoke, walking back to her desk but not yet sitting down. She watched everyone closely from over her glasses...why she did this was beyond Tyler's comprehension, but he figured it was to make her seem more intimidating. Like any woman who asked you to read a poem you wrote was intimidating. Nevertheless, he raised his hand.
"Yes, Tyler?" of course she knew his name. Sitting just in the second row, he was quite the teacher's pet in one of his favorite classes. Standing up, he gave her a bright smile. He always did, though she didn't return it...even as much as she wanted to.
"Should I read from here, or in front of the class?"
"Either is fine."
"Alright." he let out a breath, reading from the paper on his desk with much eloquence. His voice was quite fluid, his smile warm as always with the teacher having to wonder if his power was in use. It wasn't. He was naturally (and beautifully) charismatic.

"Death travels quickly into our dreams
making us feel terrified inside.
We cry 'strike' and criticize, but soon
we are six feet below and hardly alive.
They come for our souls but where will we go?
Everyone has ideas yet no one knows.
Soon they show us the age-old deed,
I am wondering what small print we forgot to read."

He took a pause before sitting back down, the teacher having to think for a moment before she could respond. He noticed she had sat down...maybe she couldn't think standing up. You never know with teachers these days.
"Very nice, Tyler. Do I have anyone else?" Ha. 'Very nice'. She only left it at that because she was too scared to say more. Ah, well, mission accomplished.

[Nezzie Face]

(I'd join, if Jay wasn't getting the door slammed into his face in World History. ;DDDDD)

[Cape Captain]

A pale complected girl sat in the back of the class, next to a window, with a melancholic expression on her face. It wasn't because she hated English, she mildly enjoyed English, but she wasn't a huge fan of poems. To be frank, she hated poems. She was never good at them, and she didn't understand most of them.

She watched the nearly giddy looking boy named Tyler stand up and recite his poem, holding her breath for reasons unknown to herself. When he was done, she waited for the teacher to immediately call upon someone else to recite their own poem, and when she didn't, Shaylee inwardly sighed, setting her elbows on her desk and then resting her chin in her palms as her unfocused eyes stared out the window.

The wind blew gently through the trees, causing the darker orange, brown and red leaves to float to the ground and swirl around each other as they were temporarily caught in a miniature tornado. That was how she felt at the moment; caught up in something she had no say in, in a place so unfamiliar to her. Had she not developed her gift, she would probably be sleeping in until noon at home. Either way, life was boring to her.

[Nezzie Face]

As Tyler was reading his oh, so lovely poem, the door slowly creaked open. A black haired boy with a bloodied nose popped his head in, then, seeing someone was talking, quickly withdrew.

Hardly hearing the poem, he waited outside the classroom. He was breathing open mouthed; it was either that, or blowing blood out of his nose. Honestly, he'd rather not have the mess splatter all over his face. Curious, Jay brushed a hand across his upper lip and looked at it - bloody. He sighed.

"Very nice, Tyler. Do I have anyone else?" he could hear the teacher say. Before anyone else could volunteer, he opened the door.

"Jay? What are you doing here?" Why was he here? Well, my teacher is unconscious and this is my next class, so, he wanted to tell her. Instead, he held his tongue. "Well, since you have me next period, why don't you share your poem?"

Poem? He frowned. He forgot to do it. "Uh... okay..." he said anyway. He stood next to the closest empty desk and cleared his throat.

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue..."

Trying to think up two more lines, he looked at the ceiling. When he found it, he returned his gaze to the chalkboard.

"Some poems don't rhyme,
This one doesn't either."

Great job, idiot, he yelled at himself and sat down.

[Cape Captain]

Shaylee's attention came back to the classroom at the sound of the teacher's surprised voice. She watched as the boy named Jay took his place at an empty desk and recited possibly the lamest poem in existence.

Nonetheless, it tickled her and she tried to suppress a laugh, instead making a sound similar to a muffled fart. After that she could do nothing but use her power to mute the sounds of her giggling until she could keep a straight face. It truly was an amusing sight to see: a girl in the middle of class who appeared to be laughing, but not making a single sound.

She hoped that the poem writer wouldn't take offense at her laughter. While the poem may have been one of the worst in history, it had become her favorite at the same time.

[elenamiria]

Alanna sat at the back of the class. She was trying not to laugh at the poem that had just been read. She managed to contain her laughter and raised her hand to read her poem. The teacher called on her and she started.
"blue skies way above her
she was walking calmly alone
feeling wet and cold
the only loving thing was the her heart
purple of midnight is when the bat sleeps
white mountains majesticaly rise toward blue skies
still she walks alone."

She finished, embaressed that people might not like it. she doodled on the paper as the teacher said somthing but she wasn't paying attention.

[Colonel Suki ♥]

How...nice. Both poems that were read. Nice, in that disgusting, inferior way. Or at least that's what Tyler thought. Watching the first boy to stand up...at least he had the courage to stand up and make something obviously off the top of his head. Well, it was either courage or sheer idiocy. The second girl seemed to have an idea of what she was saying, but other than that wasn't too bright either, and was too diffident to even bother with raising her hand in the first place. If he were to judge it down between them, the boy with the stupid poem would come out victorious.
Watching the boy from the corner of his eye, he noticed he had a bloody nose. 'Blood, Vomit, or Passing Out are all emergencies that must require you to go to the nurse'. That rule was in every student handbook invented. Not only was he late, but he was bleeding and didn't do his homework. No, he wasn't courageous, he was, in fact, just plain idiotic. But Tyler wasn't one to judge, so he kept it to himself and watched the front of the room as the clock ticked by.

[Nezzie Face]

Jay squirmed in his seat underneath the eyes of practically all the class. He could feel it. He could feel their suppressed laughter, some not as a subtle. Heat overcame his face and ears - was he blushing? He squirmed even lower.

Well, that's what you get for not doing your homework, a voice rebuked him. He answered with a mental sigh, wagging his head. The teacher started calling on someone else, her voice a little angry because of Jay's "poem." Trying to get it off his mind, he looked at the new person as she recited it.

The poem was... it wasn't necessarily bad, although... Despite his modesty, Jay had a feeling his poem was a tiny-bit better. Guilt swelled in him at the pathetic thought, and he quickly turned back around to the chalkboard. Nothing better to do, he swiped his hand across his face again. Still bloody.

Greaaaaat.

[i F l y ~]

Esther put her head down on the desk again, even before that girl, whoever she was, started reading her poem. Everyone in the class always droned on endlessly, and Esther was on the verge of taking another nap. Honestly, there really was no reason to come to this class besides to catch up on lost sleep. Soon enough, she was dreaming about purple lizards and orange clouds.

SMACK! A broken piece of white chalk was thrown at Esther's head and she was startled awake, disgruntled. By golly, that hurt, she wanted to exclaim. The teacher seemed to be pretty furious if her reddening cheeks were any indication. Esther innocently stared back at the teacher, trying to convince her to pick on another student with her mind influence. But to no avail.

"You! No sleeping in class," the teacher growled. "Your turn." Easy, Esther thought, I'll just recite the lullaby from when I was a baby and change a few words.

From her seat, Esther recited,

"Sweet, young child,
Don't be so wild,
The world's on your side,
Together we will glide.

Child of the Star,
You will raise the bar
Of fair, kind power,
So don't ever be sour.

Tomorrow we can't play,
But remember what I say,
Dear child so clever,
The world loves you forever."

Lazily, Esther rested her chin on her propped up left arm. She didn't really care if the teacher or class loved or hated her poem. She was tired and wanted to go back to sleep.

[Colonel Suki ♥]

Hm. This other person--whatever their name was--wasn't much better than any of the others. She had...potential. Maybe that was word. And by far, she had the best poem of all three losers. Except for the fact that she was desperate for words that rhymed, and some of the words needed to be changed. Nevertheless. 'Potential' would work.
Then again, she probably wasn't trying very hard. Hopefully the other two weren't as well; otherwise he'd be seriously frightened. For he in fact, wasn't, choosing a subject such as death. Too easy of a subject to write about. Not even a half-decent challenge.
Sneering in his mind, Tyler would've seemed bored had his soft smile not shown instead. He doodled in his notebook as the teacher spoke, in every little chance he could between her words. "Anyone else?" she called. Why, he wondered. Why would she call on more people to embarrass themselves or show how stupid they really were? To read their best work with confidence, as others criticized them in their minds? Or being equal to someone who made something off the top of their head? Hm. Maybe that was a better subject to write about for next time...

[elenamiria]

Alanna decided that this had to be one of the most boring classes in the world. She sat up and stared blankly ahead zoning out . She found that the teacher thought you were paying attention if you stared straight ahead. Looking around she saw the boy with the bloody nose. She wondered what had happened. She knew he should go to the nurse's office. Looking around she spotted the boy who read first. His poem had been the best, she probably could have done better but she had remebered the assignment this morning. She started to doodle again.

[Nezzie Face]

The teacher was so cruel! Jay deducted this when she had thrown a piece of chalk at a slacking student. How rude. "Your turn!" she had snarled so rudely. It made Jay wonder why he was in this class instead of another.

The student was awfully calm about it by the sound of her voice. The poem was also good - better than his, anyway. In his mind, he laughed, and in the real world, he smiled. The poem was heart warming. It seemed to have no effect on the teacher, however. "Anyone else?" she said to the class. Who else was there to make a fool of themselves like he had?

From the front of the room, he turned around, looking at students who hadn't recited their homework. There were quite a few, including a girl with orangeish-brownish hair (because I don't know what it is. ;_; ) He stared at her for a moment, but then regretted doing so.

"Shaylee!" the teacher said, pointing at the girl Jay was staring at. "Why don't you recite your poem?" He sighed and turned back around to face the front. Maybe it would be better staring at people if he was at the back.

[Cape Captain]

( ;D Its red hair.)

Shaylee jumped in her seat at the sound of her name. She had just been staring at her desk, daydreaming about meeting her fiddling idol. How she thought of such things at such times was a mystery even to her.

Immediately her eyes snapped directly to the person who had said her name. Oh joy, she thought upon realizing that it was, in fact, the teacher. Suddenly she had an impulse to demand that the teacher read her own poem first, but she resisted the temptation and grabbed a loose sheet of paper from inside her notebook instead. Standing up, she began reading her pathetic attempt at a song-gone-poem in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, but which clearly said "I'd rather be dead right now."

"If you take a look at this world we're in
Theres practically nothing that hasn't been done
And if you think about when it had to begin
Theres even less hope for even more things to come

What in this world hasn't been done?
We've taken people in rocket ships even closer to the sun
What in this world hasn't been taught?
We're taking hold of intelligence previously left for naught
What in this world hasn't been sung?
In each and every language and each in every tongue

The signs say that its taking a toll on our future
No one knows when we'll run out of room to mature."

When she was done she abruptly sat down as if trying to hide. She placed a hand on her cheek. It was hot, and she could tell she was already red in the face. She mentally groaned, one of these days I'm going to invent a new color...

[i F l y ~]

Esther couldn't seem to fall asleep, especially with her head throbbing where the piece of chalk was thrown at her. If her quiet disposition allowed her to, she'd be cursing the teacher out regardless of the consequences. What kind of teacher still abuses a student nowadays anyway? Esther grumbled discontentedly and resigned to paying attention to the poems being read.

"No one knows when we'll run out of room to mature," read one of the other students, finishing her poem. Gee, as if life needs to get more depressing, Esther thought to herself. She might as well just come out and say that the world is going to end soon. Still, better than the stupid and cheesy poem that I read, Esther sighed and was on the verge of groaning out loud in despair.

Please, Esther begged to whichever deity was listening as any would do, please let this torture end soon. On second thought, the distorted color of the face of the girl who had just read the poem was pretty interesting, Esther snorted in amusement.

[elenamiria]

That was a good poem too, it made her wish she had spent more time on hers. She glanced at the clock. When would they get to leave. She started to tap her fingers to the seconds.