The bell rang and Danny, on time for once, sat in-between Sam and Tucker in first-period English. Expecting Mr. Lancer, the trio was surprised to see someone else walk into the classroom. The man was young, in his mid-thirties. He was slightly overweight, and his face was pudgy. He was wearing an odd smirk that seemed to be plastered on his fleshy lips.
"Hi! I'm Mr. Book. Good morning everyone!" he said. Several people grunted a reply, what with them being teenagers early in the morning and all. Danny shot Sam and Tucker a look of exasperation at the corniness of the English teacher's surname. Mr. Book frowned, though he still managed to keep the smirk on his face.
"That wont' do at all," Book said in what they could by now identify as a South African accent. "Let's try again. Good morning!"
"Good morning," the class chanted blandly. Book smirked/smiled.
"Now, I want to get to know all of you a bit better, so we'll play a game called Two Truths and a Lie. I'll say three statements, one of which is a lie. You have to choose which ones are true. Ready: okay. One: I was once cauld in a stampede of zebra." He pronounced the word 'zebra' weirdly, with a long 'e' instead of a short one, and the class chuckled a bit.
"Second, " he continued, unfazed, "I once rode an elephant. And thirdly, I'm from South Africa." He began chuckling childishly. "Okay, I know you're supposed to guess, but I'll tell you anyway. The lie is that I once rode an elephant. I never did, but I did ride an ostrich, which is the second-fastest land animal. Now, I want everyone to open your book of texts."
"Your textbooks," He added when he saw the class's confused stares. "Open up your textbooks to page three hundred and forty six, read the piece of literature found within, and summarize it. That is all." He gave them all a triumphant smirk and sat back down.
"What the heck is with this guy?" Sam whispered to the others. They shrugged.
"Excuse me," Book said, upon hearing Sam's whisper. "Please cease and desist being garrulous and loquacious, and continue with the assignment. You're in high school now; I shouldn't have to change your diapies and remind you to wash behind your ears. I shouldn't have to remind you to do the assignment." The smirk still plastered on his face, he sat back down at his desk. Danny's ghost sense conveniently went off just then, and a second later the Fright Knight appeared behind him.
"I will destroy you!" the knight shouted as he slashed at the halfa. Danny dodged, and kicked the Spirit of Halloween so that he went flying. His sword, which he flailed wildly throughout his impromptu flight, cut across Book's arm as the Fight Knight crashed into the blackboard behind the teacher's desk. There was an audible pop, and the substitute teacher vanished.
"What should we do?" Dash yelled.
"Who cares, now that Smirky McSmirkSmirk's gone?" asked Sam.
"For once, I agree with Goth Girl. Besides, now the ghost boy will come and save me!" Paulina exclaimed, little hears appearing in her eyes. Everyone backed away from the crazed fan-girl slowly.
When Book reappeared he was standing waist deep in the ocean. A large wave crashed over him…and the salt water got inside the gash on his arm.
"Yaah!" He screamed as he rubbed the blindingly painful wound. He picked his way through the coral reef he was standing in, cutting up his feet in the process, and finally made it to a nearby beach. Ignoring the pain of sand getting in his coral-wounds, he explored the small island and soon realized that it was deserted and empty save for a couple of palm trees sticking out of the sand.
"No food…" he muttered. A second later, a coconut fell from one of the palm trees and landed on his head. Rubbing the top of his head vigorously, he smirked triumphantly at the presence of food, until realization dawned on him, giving him a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"I'm allergic to coconuts," he wailed. "Noooooooo!"
I feel kinda bad about posting this, since I got to know the guy that it's about a lot better since I wrote it, and he's actually really nice. But...anything for my readers, right?