Saturday, April 1, 2006

AEGFF, Chapter 29!!!!
For now, I'm sorry to say, I'm postponing Bizarre Love Triangle. I'm not sure where I'm going with the story; there's a good chance I may do away with it all together. HA! Just kidding. But yeah, I don't know what to add for it today. So, here's AEGFF, all on its lonesome.

Chapter 29

Tera had soon forgotten about her brief battle with morals, although she wouldn’t embarrass him. Not publicly, at least. She wanted to savor winning the bet and have it all to herself. Of course, her first act was to get him to fix her dyslexic shower. However, it wasn’t a simple repair job; he had to do it dressed as a French maid. Tera found this amusing, and drank lemonade while he fixed it.

“This is demeaning!” Chad shouted, tugging on the maid headgear she’d forced upon him. Then, she pulled out a digital camera (the same one from the pizza box on Halloween) and took several photos of him. His complaints stopped when she threatened to show them to his friends and post them on the internet. Oh, revenge, how delightfully sweet you can be.

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After the few hours of satisfactory humiliation, she allowed him to do simple tasks for her, embarrassment free. This mainly consisted of helping her practice for the play “All Boy’s School” and helping her with homework. She wanted to be a teacher, despite her other gifts; she thought it would be much more fulfilling. They took different courses, but Chad seemed to know a fair bit about what she was studying.

Now, in the middle of this fateful week, Tera got a letter from a not-so familiar address. However, once she read it, it clicked, and she jumped for joy. It turned out that she’d been accepted for a job she’d applied for. Now, she was a teacher’s aide at a familiar little school; Spoonerville Junior High School.

“What’s going on,” Joyce griped, rubbing her tired eyes as she looked over at her friend, “did Max propose and was Chad suddenly struck down by a meteor?” Joyce had a bad habit of being incredibly irritable in the morning; she said she’d got it from Tera, an infamous anti-morning person.

“Better!” Tera exclaimed, “well, better than Chad getting offed… but looky! I got accepted as a teacher’s aide for Spoonerville Junior High! Max and I used to go to school there before we went to the same high school. ‘Sides, it’ll be fun to revisit all the teachers again. I wonder if they remember me?”

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Unfortunately, most of the teachers remembered her; according to some of them, the art teacher Mr. Spielsen still walked with a limp. How was she to know that her volcano project for the science fair would actually explode? Fortunately, the teacher she was working with was relatively new, so she had no idea of the problems Tera had caused. The woman was, shall we say “portly”, as in, “HOLY COW, IT’S A MANATEE!”

“Class, this is Miss Aoki; she’s going to be my teacher’s aide for the rest of the year, whenever she can.” The teacher said, holding her hands in front of her stomach, “say hello everyone.” Tera got exactly what she’d expected; a very unenthusiastic, monotone “Hello, Miss Aoki,” from the students. The teacher allowed Tera to come up to the front of the class; she ignored the wolf whistles some of the boys called for her when she got up there.

“You guys can feel free to call me Tera; it’s my first name.” Tera said, “and, if you guys don’t mind too terribly, I was hoping we could play a game.” This got the class’s attention; since she was younger, she still remembered how to get along with kids. The game was simple; as she would be working with them for the rest of the year, she wanted to know more about them.

“So, when you get the ball, you say your name, and tell something about yourself.” Tera said, smiling, “I’ll go first. My name is Tera Aoki, and I gave Mr. Spielsen his limp.” She winked at the kids; most laughed, and several girls even applauded. Then, Tera looked around for someone who didn’t seem to be paying attention, and chucked the ball to her. The girl dropped the pencil she’d been doodling with, and caught the ball; it would’ve hit her in the head if she hadn’t noticed.

“Um… okay…” The girl said, brushing her long black hair out of her eyes, “my name is Keisha Styles, and I microwave Barbie dolls.” Tera laughed for a moment, then asked her to pass along the ball, which she did. Soon enough, everyone had been introduced, and the teacher (Tera would be secretly referring to her as Mrs. Manatee) took to the front of the class again.

“So, everyone, I’m hoping you had fun. Now, get out your… oooh…” Mrs. Manatee moaned, holding her stomach and crouching down. Tera came over and asked her what was wrong, when she heard a loud splashing noise. Looking down, she was alarmed at what she’d seen; Mrs. Manatee’s water had broken. Apparently, she wasn’t a super-sized tub of lard; she was just pregnant.

“Holy shit!!” Tera shouted in alarm before telling the kids not to repeat the word, “um… does anyone have a cell phone? She needs to get to a hospital ASAP!!” Surprisingly, every student whipped out a phone; they were farther along technologically than she was. Deciding that wasn’t a big deal, she took Keisha’s cell phone (after thanking her) and phoned for an ambulance.

“They’ll be here soon… who wants to ride with your teacher? Bonus field trip!” Tera smiled, several students offering to go, “and who wants to ride with me on my motorcycle?” Keisha raised her hand immediately, and was chosen to ride back seat. Tera had been expecting this day to be uneventful, but it was turning out to be extraordinary. ‘Wait ‘til Max hears about this!’ Tera thought, grinning as the class took the teacher and headed for the ambulance. This was definitely going to be interesting.

Hope that was good! The baby thing sounds kinda funny... Tera's shoes are prolly really gross now though... wellz, R and R, please!
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