For a moment, Michael seriously thought about that. It would certainly make things easier for him as well... Only not. He could already see more than one hand flying in the air and he recognized the look in the eyes of more than half of the class. None of them wanted to be here, just as any normal student didn't, and William's question has already caused enough trouble. If he let him go now he would never be able to stop the flood.
So, he got up, and got to his desk in about three long, angry steps. No. he said, not darkly, but sternly, just as any teacher would, as he took the phone from his hands and headed to the next desk of a student with a raised hand. I hate do this as if you were in high school, but as long as some of you insist on acting that way, so shall it be. You will get these he pointed at the six collected phones at the end of the class. And you will sit through the whole damn, class! he turned towards them again, a frown on his face, as his lips drew in a thin line.
I don't care about what you want or don't want. I don't care that half of you is bored, and the other half just wants to go suck the living air out of someone. I really don't care, for every single student ever was like that. What I care about is that this is school, and my class, and that you all need to hear this, no matter what you think. You might not like me he did not look at William, keeping his eyes on the whole class, but that was in the back of his mind, the fight. As it always was, now that he thought about it you might think it will not work. You might just want to get out of here. But the truth is half of you can't control your powers and the other half does not want them. Thus, you will glew your butts to these seats and you will listen to me!
Looking at their mostly chocked faces, Michael dropped his head, dragging his fingers through his hair.
And would you look at that...You made me give you a speech in the end.
So, he got up, and got to his desk in about three long, angry steps. No. he said, not darkly, but sternly, just as any teacher would, as he took the phone from his hands and headed to the next desk of a student with a raised hand. I hate do this as if you were in high school, but as long as some of you insist on acting that way, so shall it be. You will get these he pointed at the six collected phones at the end of the class. And you will sit through the whole damn, class! he turned towards them again, a frown on his face, as his lips drew in a thin line.
I don't care about what you want or don't want. I don't care that half of you is bored, and the other half just wants to go suck the living air out of someone. I really don't care, for every single student ever was like that. What I care about is that this is school, and my class, and that you all need to hear this, no matter what you think. You might not like me he did not look at William, keeping his eyes on the whole class, but that was in the back of his mind, the fight. As it always was, now that he thought about it you might think it will not work. You might just want to get out of here. But the truth is half of you can't control your powers and the other half does not want them. Thus, you will glew your butts to these seats and you will listen to me!
Looking at their mostly chocked faces, Michael dropped his head, dragging his fingers through his hair.
And would you look at that...You made me give you a speech in the end.
I just realised that I don't have the faintest idea what should we do with them. Patch them up? Let them hate each other forever? What do you want to do? Also, in retrospect, this didn't turn out to be awkward at all. Why do the threads never go as planed?