Chapter 5 - Friday

D&C



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FRIDAY



The interior of Mr. Clark's classroom was alive with the chattering of children, like a pentagon of pintsized politicians. They were speaking about their weeklong project with gusto, bantering back and forth enthusiastically on how they did. The school board would've been pleased about the interest they were showing in school matters. To be fair, however, most of the conversation was dealing with how one project was going to kick the @$$ of another project.



The conversation died as the teacher reentered the room, much like a concert hall does when the conductor gets started. And this conductor, with his ruler tapping his shoulder, demanded nothing short of silence. Mr. Clark stood like a grand commander at the front of the class, ready to deal out prize or punishment at will. There would be no mercy today.



"Class, as you know, this is the final day for our project," he began methodically, pacing sternly in front of the white board. "I have heard about many of the results by hearsay. Some of them were honorable," Here, he stared at a batch of reliable A students, who sat smugly in their seats. "Some were very dishonorable." His gaze shifted to the back row, where two students stiffened viably at the unwelcome attention.



"I wish he wouldn't bring that up," Slick muttered under his breath, melting under the leaden gaze of his teacher.



"We have many varying stories among us, which are sure to be inspiring," Mr. Clark continued, halting in-between the middle rows of seats. "Two students have requested before class that they go first. Mr. Champion, Ms. Reichardt," He gestured to seats at opposite ends of the room. "Please come forth."


The classroom's collective mouth was agape as Andy and Tarah proceeded to the front of the classroom, looking like it was the most natural thing in the world to be together. Coming to a halt just to the left of Mr. Clark, they stood side by side, with one paper among them. For a few seconds, they whispered back and forth amongst each other on how to conduct their speech. Then, with a small cough, Andy began.



"'I don't know much about free-will,'" he started, staring straight ahead at the twenty or so students crowded around the room. "'I always assumed I had it and that was that, but then I encountered events that made me doubt whether it even existed at all. It was then I realized that free-will was not just a God given right, it was also a tool to be used. It is from here that the term 'willpower' comes into play, for you need strength of character to wield it properly and enact your own design upon your life.'"



At this point, Andy handed the paper over to Tarah. "'There are people who let life drift on by, without taking time to use their free-will," she chirped out, a bright expression on her face. "But everybody has the power to change their life for the better, no matter their situation. Children and adults alike, we can all put to use our free-will and shape a future we're proud to live in. This is what Andy and Tarah think.'"



And then they stopped, and took a short bow to the class. They were stunned.



"Excellent job," Mr. Clark commended them, a slight smile on his face. "A rival for high school thinking, I believe. Class, you would do well to remember their words," He made a motion towards the desks. "You may take your seats,"



The two started back toward their desks, looking fairly confident in themselves. As they went, the entire class followed them with their eyes, as it just dawned on them what had happened. Tarah had a huge, ear to ear smile on her face, looking like she had just received Christmas five months early. And Andy had the stoic look of a warrior who had just won a battle, and was ready for the rest of the war.



Along the way to his desk, Justin whispered harsh into Andy's ear. "Champion, what are you doing?" he hissed, leaning forward to look him in the face.



And Andy closed his eyes, feeling a strange wave of excitement flow through him. "Whatever I want," he responded, a wry grin coming to his face.



They both took their seats, and class resumed.



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In the hollows of the empty school corridors, two pairs of footsteps were heard echoing down to the lunchroom.



"Thanks for carrying my bug jars, Andrew," Tarah said, happily proceeding down the hallway with her books tucked in between her arms.



"I still can't understand how you managed to get them from class to class," Andy responded, closing one eye and peering at her through the other.



"I take two trips," she explained, giggling lightly and smiling up at him.



The two reached the doorway to the lunchroom. The boy started to put his hand upon it, but Tarah quickly grabbed onto his arm. "Do...you really want to do this?" she asked him, a somewhat vulnerable expression on her face. "You know...be friends?"



Andy just smiled gently, putting his hand firmly on top of her. "I've already made up my mind," he told her. "The rest of the world will just have to get used to it."



The pigtailed, bespectacled girl stood for a moment with a small blush on her face. But soon, she broke out into a beaming grin, "Okay!"



They both turned back towards the door, making brave faces as they pushed opened the door. A stream of light burst forth, along with the chatterings of schoolmates over lunch hour. Tarah took a short glance at Andy, as if trying to reassure herself that the boy was still there. Andy just closed his eyes, holding his hand to his heart as if in prayer.



(Wish me luck, Mom)



Then, they headed into the room, and into all the danger that comes with being alive.



END



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As reward for making it this far, here's a picture of our lovely odd couple, Andy and Tarah. You can clearly see the anime influences here, from Andy's wild, green hair to the slick, black jacket he wears. Tarah's such a cute meganekko, isn't she? Enjoy.



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Until next story, ja ne! ^_^

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