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Apr. 26th, 2016 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fry_sandhuFry had expected, when he got back to school, that all the gossip would still be ongoing. In fact, it seemed to have moved on to Zack's new hairstyle, something Fry didn't see the point of discussing.
When he got in the classroom, he was ready this time for the whole changing-seat-thing, and isn't even surprised that this time he's moved right across the classroom. It doesn't bother him so much now. When he looks at the names on the desks, he sees that he's got Kasha on one side - good, and Krishna on the other - indifferent. He smiles slightly. Apparently Mr Irons has run out of enemies to seat him with.
Kasha gives him a grin as she comes to sit down. But she then speaks firmly.
"Fry, I'm glad we're together again, but I'm making a rule. You can only tell me about maths either in maths lessons, or one time after you did a contest. Otherwise I'll get bored."
"Okay." Fry says. Why can't everyone tell them what they expect like that? He makes a contented little clicking noise, and Kasha smiles, fully used to his little mannerisms from the year she sat with him last year.
He gets out his stationery as usual and looks around for George. Both Coral and Xiao have been nagging him to apologise to her for accusing her of cheating again when people could hear. Eventually, George comes over herself to talk to Kasha. Fry had understood that Kasha was head of the clique she shares with George, Krishna, Amy and Lucy. But George seems to be doing most of the talking. Eventually he gets fed up of waiting and interrupts her.
"George. I'm sorry I accused you in front of people." he blurts out.
George stops talking to Kasha and looks at him.
"Oh. Thanks." she says.
She considers this, then picks up one of the pencils off his desk, one of the ones he's carefully sharpened to be the same length as his other pencils, which all match. She snaps it in half, then drops the two halves on his table.
"Sorry I broke your pencil." she says.
Fry stares at her, feeling a wave of panic, a horrible sense of it being unmatching and wrong and awful and...
"But it's still broken." he says.
"Guess we're even then." George says, striding off towards her own desk.
Kasha, who would normally have stood up for him, has gone unusually red in the face and calls after George as she goes, but George is already taking her position at the back of the room with Amy. Fry flaps his hands, trying to be calm enough not to have to go out the room.
"She's not getting away with that." Kasha mutters, getting up and going to the doorway to the Resources Room, where Mr Irons is talking to the teacher next door. A moment later, she returns with him. He looks at the broken pencil, then strides over to the back of the classroom where George is talking with Amy.
"Georgina, did you break Fry's pencil?"
"It was an accident." George says, casting an accusing glance at Kasha.
"I don't believe that." Mr Irons looks angry. "Come and see me at the end of the morning."
He goes back over to where Fry is and picks up the two halves of the pencil, before going over to the teacher's desk and getting out some glue.
"Two wrongs don't make a right." he says, after giving the class a moment of anxious silence. "I moved you all around this classroom this year because you are Juniors, not Infants, and you need to understand that everyone else has feelings, and everyone else has their own story, their own troubles. It's a hard lesson to learn. It's a hard world out there."
He gets up again and brings the broken pencil back to Fry, glued back together, and places it next to his others. It's still a matching length.
"Leave it to dry this morning." he says, before turning back to the class. "Now everyone get out your English books."
When he got in the classroom, he was ready this time for the whole changing-seat-thing, and isn't even surprised that this time he's moved right across the classroom. It doesn't bother him so much now. When he looks at the names on the desks, he sees that he's got Kasha on one side - good, and Krishna on the other - indifferent. He smiles slightly. Apparently Mr Irons has run out of enemies to seat him with.
Kasha gives him a grin as she comes to sit down. But she then speaks firmly.
"Fry, I'm glad we're together again, but I'm making a rule. You can only tell me about maths either in maths lessons, or one time after you did a contest. Otherwise I'll get bored."
"Okay." Fry says. Why can't everyone tell them what they expect like that? He makes a contented little clicking noise, and Kasha smiles, fully used to his little mannerisms from the year she sat with him last year.
He gets out his stationery as usual and looks around for George. Both Coral and Xiao have been nagging him to apologise to her for accusing her of cheating again when people could hear. Eventually, George comes over herself to talk to Kasha. Fry had understood that Kasha was head of the clique she shares with George, Krishna, Amy and Lucy. But George seems to be doing most of the talking. Eventually he gets fed up of waiting and interrupts her.
"George. I'm sorry I accused you in front of people." he blurts out.
George stops talking to Kasha and looks at him.
"Oh. Thanks." she says.
She considers this, then picks up one of the pencils off his desk, one of the ones he's carefully sharpened to be the same length as his other pencils, which all match. She snaps it in half, then drops the two halves on his table.
"Sorry I broke your pencil." she says.
Fry stares at her, feeling a wave of panic, a horrible sense of it being unmatching and wrong and awful and...
"But it's still broken." he says.
"Guess we're even then." George says, striding off towards her own desk.
Kasha, who would normally have stood up for him, has gone unusually red in the face and calls after George as she goes, but George is already taking her position at the back of the room with Amy. Fry flaps his hands, trying to be calm enough not to have to go out the room.
"She's not getting away with that." Kasha mutters, getting up and going to the doorway to the Resources Room, where Mr Irons is talking to the teacher next door. A moment later, she returns with him. He looks at the broken pencil, then strides over to the back of the classroom where George is talking with Amy.
"Georgina, did you break Fry's pencil?"
"It was an accident." George says, casting an accusing glance at Kasha.
"I don't believe that." Mr Irons looks angry. "Come and see me at the end of the morning."
He goes back over to where Fry is and picks up the two halves of the pencil, before going over to the teacher's desk and getting out some glue.
"Two wrongs don't make a right." he says, after giving the class a moment of anxious silence. "I moved you all around this classroom this year because you are Juniors, not Infants, and you need to understand that everyone else has feelings, and everyone else has their own story, their own troubles. It's a hard lesson to learn. It's a hard world out there."
He gets up again and brings the broken pencil back to Fry, glued back together, and places it next to his others. It's still a matching length.
"Leave it to dry this morning." he says, before turning back to the class. "Now everyone get out your English books."
