Choir 4
I walked into the choir room which was filled with the loud sound of teenage chatter. I set my bag down against the wall by my seat on the risers. I took out my music folder and sat down. After a few seconds I looked up at the window to Mr.Sutcliffe's office. To my surprise it was empty.
'That's odd. He's always in there scrambling to get ready.' I thought. Then I looked over at the board and saw the note written in red expo marker.
Last minute staff meeting, sorry! Study period today, be good for your Substitute!!-Mr Sutcliffe
Oh no. There's only one person that could be our substitute.
"Hello class. Mr. Sutcliffe is currently in a private staff meeting with a few other teachers, my apologies. However, I shall be your substitute for this period since I'm usually the assistant teacher for this class anyway." I groaned to myself as I heard the voice.
It was Mr.Michaelis. I was hoping I could avoid him till English class but I guess not. I sighed and decided to just ignore him. I put on my headphones, put on some music and grabbed my sketchbook to work on my sketches. I wanted to try drawing something dark but vintage and maybe a little trippy. I grabbed a piece of notebook paper and started listing ideas
-An 80's arcade game with a hand reaching out of the screen
-A Walkman with blood spilling from it
-A 1920's gangster with horns
-A demon on a date at a 1950's diner
I tried to keep thinking as my favorite song for darker trippy thoughts played from my headphones. Just as I felt an idea coming, I was interrupted by someone tapping me on my shoulder. I looked up, and of course, guess who?
"Mind if I join you?" Mr. Michaelis asked. I sighed quietly trying hard not to roll my eyes in annoyance.
"That's fine I guess." I said as nicely as I could. I turned back to my list as he sat down next to me in his chair. Thankfully he had grading work to do so he wouldn't be bothering me. After a while I started to notice the tenors section getting loud and rowdy as usual. I could feel Mr.Michaelis getting just as annoyed as me. I tried to turn up my music so I could focus on my work. I could still hear them, but not as clearly anymore.
After a few minutes I finally decided on what I'd be drawing and I took out a pencil and opened up my sketchbook and started to shape everything out. Not long into the process I was interrupted again but this time it wasn't Mr.Michaelis.
The risers under me were rumbling and shaking. My eyes darted over to the tenor section where some of the guys decided to rough house on the risers. I groaned in frustration because they had caused me to mess up part of my drawing. Luckily I could still erase it and fix it easily though. When I looked back to my sketch I caught a glimpse of Mr.Michaelis death glaring at them.
I went back to work again and finished my base sketch then started to render and shade everything. I looked up again and guys had upgraded from rough housing to chasing eachother around the room like children. I rolled my eyes. I saw Mr Michaelis stand up.
"Gentlemen, I'm going to have to ask you to stop this obnoxious behavior and return to your seats please." He said.
They complied at first. But then one of them slapped their friend and went running straight in my direction at full speed as he was chased. The kid didn't see me, that was clear because he wasn't watching where he was going, nor did he care. I braced for impact but instead heard a huge THUMP. Mr Michaelis held out his arm in front of me and knocked him over straight on his ass. He was staring at this kid with a smile. But it wasn't a happy smile. It was actually a kinda scary smile.
Before saying anything the kid scurried back to his seat like a terrified little toddler. I sighed in relief and looked at Mr. Michaelis.
"Thank you." I said
He smiled kindly and patted me softly on the head.
"Of course." He chuckled.
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