Mr. Angel's Crisis

The woman, who Ms. Silvenda called Aunt Lune was escorted back to town by one of the authorities roaming the school. The woman happily went, even after her tread all the way to the school from the nearby town that could be seen from the school. How did she even get in? I decided it would be useless to think about, so I continued on with the day as normal.

It was the last class of the day, and as normal, everyone had become restless. They all wanted to go to the dorms, and I was dreaming of sitting down with a romance novel in my sleepwear. All I wanted to see was how the chapter ended. Was that too much to ask?

Ms. Silvenda was late to class, which was nothing new. But she wasn't the one that walked in a few minutes after the bell. It was in fact another teacher from the class next door. Mr. Angel was the teacher of class K-3, but he was no angel. I couldn't remember if it was the first or second week, but I had heard some students from that class talking about how terrible he was.

The man wasn't much taller than Ms. Silvenda, and wasn't half as serious, his uptight and boisterous demeanor was a real turn away for anyone that he talked to. His hair was coiled, and his face was long and drooping. He seemed sad, yet he sounded very happy.

Laura raised her hand. "Excuse, where is Ms. Silvenda?"

The teacher perked up at the sound of her name. "Ms. Silvenda is going to be out for the rest of the day due to her aunt being in town. You all met her earlier, right?"

I looked at Lance, who looked back at me, unsure that he was even supposed to be here. I whispered to the black-haired boy, "Wouldn't have Ms. Silvenda told us that she was going out for the day?"

"And who's watching this idiot's class?" Lance snickered at the eccentric man. I laughed along lightly.

"I am Mr. Angel," he started his introduction, smiling like a hoolagan. I didn't mean to judge him so harshly, but there was just something incredibly off about him.

Samm raised his hand before he could continue. "I saw her walking down the hallway a few minutes ago. She just went to the rest room before class started."

Since the faculty dorms were on the other side of the campus, it would have taken her a few minutes to go all the way and come back in time for class. Mr. Angel looked down dejectedly, a dramatic sigh escaping from his mouth. "I must confess, she just asked me to watch the class for a few minutes. Alas, your beautiful teacher will never see my worth!"

I suppressed the urge to laugh. He lied to us to compel us into thinking that he was responsible. To his depression, he wasn't very compelling. Mr. Angel leaned over the wood desk and rubbed his forehead with enough dramatic flair to star in a soap opera. Again, there was nothing compelling about it. The man wiped an imaginary tear from his eye and looked onto the kids all staring at him with less than amusement.

Suki smirked. "Your class must be putting on the best show with such a natural as yourself. Care to give us any tips."

She was obviously being sarcastic, but Mr. Angel bought every word. His face lit up with the senceirest joy. "But of coruse can help you on your journey to become the second greatest class in the eyes of the queen."

Suki went from amused to triggered far too quickly for Mr. Angels own good. "Second greatest?"

At that moment, Ms. Silvenda walked through the door, and she didn't seemed impressed with what she had heard. "Mr. Angel, what stress have you cause my students?"

It was a bit of a stare-down between the two teachers. Ms. Silvenda leaned on the door frame as Mr. Angel started sweating buckets. Then Samm had a 'wonderful' idea. Fight, fight, fight!"

The rest of the class was quick to join in. "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!"

"Alright, quiet down! We need to start class," Ms. Silvenda shooed Mr. Angel out of the room. "You are free to leave now."

"But, beautiful Elise! I must say by your si-" he was swiftly cut off by Hope who walked in. That day was one of the days she was supposed to help out the class, as her mom was Ms. Silvenda.

"Hi mom, what is Mr. Angel doing here?" she was weirded out more than the rest of us. "Isn't he supposed to be teaching my class?"

"Ah, yes. Thank you for the little reminder," he rushed off, remembering his class full of students esisted. "I will com back soon!"

"Please don't," Ms. Silvenda muttered as I raised my hand. "Yes Lily?"

"Why was Mr. Angel in here?" I asked.

"I asked him to watch this class on the way to the restrooms, and that was a mistake. I apologize," she explained. "But enough about him. It's the last class of the day and I need to give you all some points on how you are going to put on this play."

And so started the last hour of school. Lesson one; the script. Basically, our job was to write a short story and turn it into mostly dialogue, so it could be acted out. When she was done with her instruction and presentation, we were free to move around the room and work together. So, we all gathered at Suki's desk to see that she had already started deciphering the text and writing the new script down on a piece of paper.

"So, Suki," Lance spoke up. "Are you planning on telling us what this is about?"

"Well, I don't want our dear Ms. Silvenda suspecting anything," She sarcastically emulated Mr. Angel. "How about we all meet in the library tomorrow during lunch so I can read what I have to you."

I smiled at Kayhari. Her vison had come true, but what did I expect? After all, it's all in the plan.