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Mar. 8th, 2013 11:51 pmIt escalated quickly. One minute, Fry was celebrating getting an A** in his English essay, his hardest subject; the next minute Silas was pushing through and yelling at him.
"Shut up about your fucking A**, always showing off! Nobody cares!" Silas yells, grabbing the essay, and tearing it in half. "You're just as unemployable as me!"
Fry shrieks loudly, not just because he was startled, but that took forever! Startled in turn by the shriek, Silas tries to thump him in the face, and a very undignified scuffle commences.
"Hey, stop that!" Strong hands seperate the pair, and Fry finds himself face to face with Max. One of the other teachers has grabbed Silas.
"Now Fry, Silas, is that any way to be going on in front of a new student?" Max says. "Calm down, both of you."
"He started it." Fry says. "I wasn't doing anything."
"Well we can always rely on you to snitch." Silas snaps.
"We'll discuss that in a few minutes; Silas, go and wait in the quiet room, I'll bring Fry when you're calmer." Max says.
Fry finally turns to look at the new student, a girl of roughly the same age. She's almost as tall as him, with her hair in dreadlocks and brightly coloured extensions.
"Er, sorry." he says. "If it's any reassurance, girls don't get into fights much here. Gender stereotypes are discouraged but most of us are boys and it's generally considered unsporting to hit a girl."
The girl shrugs. "I've been in disceptation previously. Your predicament doesn't cause me undue consternation. Your antagonist was an entirely understandable provocation." Beat. "You can call me Xyle. Hypothesising about my arrival mid-semester or any other matters pertaining to me is acceptable only in my presence. I find gossip exasperating. Questions?"
"What is Xyle short for?" Fry asks. "My nickname is Fry, my full name is Alexander Jefry Sandhu so technically it's short for my middle name."
"I was informed that I'm joining the advanced class. Do you want me to give you the answer or would you prefer to work it out?" Xyle asks.
"I'll work it out." Fry says, grinning.
"Is it short for Xylophone?" Jamie asks.
"Clearly not." Xyle says. "I have to culminate my tour now." She turns abruptly and goes back to the other teacher.
"She's cute." Fry observes.
"She talks like a thesaurus, it's annoying." Liam says. "Anyway, I thought we weren't supposed to be getting any more in our class."
"She's come in mid term so it's clearly an emergency." Fry says.
"She asked us not to speculate behind her back." Jo points out. "We should respect that."
"Fry, let's go." Max says, giving him a wave.
"I didn't do anything!" Fry protests, following him. "I'm not doing that anger management course again, I did it three times already."
"You don't have to. We're just going to have a little conversation about tact." Max says.
"Is Xyle single?" Fry asks him, as they go down the corridor.
"One thing at a time, teenager."
"Shut up about your fucking A**, always showing off! Nobody cares!" Silas yells, grabbing the essay, and tearing it in half. "You're just as unemployable as me!"
Fry shrieks loudly, not just because he was startled, but that took forever! Startled in turn by the shriek, Silas tries to thump him in the face, and a very undignified scuffle commences.
"Hey, stop that!" Strong hands seperate the pair, and Fry finds himself face to face with Max. One of the other teachers has grabbed Silas.
"Now Fry, Silas, is that any way to be going on in front of a new student?" Max says. "Calm down, both of you."
"He started it." Fry says. "I wasn't doing anything."
"Well we can always rely on you to snitch." Silas snaps.
"We'll discuss that in a few minutes; Silas, go and wait in the quiet room, I'll bring Fry when you're calmer." Max says.
Fry finally turns to look at the new student, a girl of roughly the same age. She's almost as tall as him, with her hair in dreadlocks and brightly coloured extensions.
"Er, sorry." he says. "If it's any reassurance, girls don't get into fights much here. Gender stereotypes are discouraged but most of us are boys and it's generally considered unsporting to hit a girl."
The girl shrugs. "I've been in disceptation previously. Your predicament doesn't cause me undue consternation. Your antagonist was an entirely understandable provocation." Beat. "You can call me Xyle. Hypothesising about my arrival mid-semester or any other matters pertaining to me is acceptable only in my presence. I find gossip exasperating. Questions?"
"What is Xyle short for?" Fry asks. "My nickname is Fry, my full name is Alexander Jefry Sandhu so technically it's short for my middle name."
"I was informed that I'm joining the advanced class. Do you want me to give you the answer or would you prefer to work it out?" Xyle asks.
"I'll work it out." Fry says, grinning.
"Is it short for Xylophone?" Jamie asks.
"Clearly not." Xyle says. "I have to culminate my tour now." She turns abruptly and goes back to the other teacher.
"She's cute." Fry observes.
"She talks like a thesaurus, it's annoying." Liam says. "Anyway, I thought we weren't supposed to be getting any more in our class."
"She's come in mid term so it's clearly an emergency." Fry says.
"She asked us not to speculate behind her back." Jo points out. "We should respect that."
"Fry, let's go." Max says, giving him a wave.
"I didn't do anything!" Fry protests, following him. "I'm not doing that anger management course again, I did it three times already."
"You don't have to. We're just going to have a little conversation about tact." Max says.
"Is Xyle single?" Fry asks him, as they go down the corridor.
"One thing at a time, teenager."
