Settling in an American History Class

A/N: ARGH. I've taken so long to write this chapter! School has pretty much taken over my life. Being in honors classes isn't easy, you know! ;)

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"Ok, class, copy down these notes." I tell the class strictly, holding a ruler in my hand.

A student raises his hand, and I reluctantly pick on him. "Yes, sir?"

"Um…you aren't going to hit us with that are you?" He stares at the ruler nervously.

Ana and Jacqueline giggle at the question for some reason. It's…old, really.

"What? I only use these to discipline rowdy children. I suggest that you not be one of them." I say sarcastically.

The boy, unfortunately, does not catch my tone, and his eyes widen.

Turning back to the board, I write down some more notes with a marker. I keep the book on the desk for reference.

Britain's Parliament passed the Tea Act in 1773, which was intended to help one of its most important companies, the British East India Company.

By allowing the company ship tea directly to the colonies, the Tea Act actually lowered the price of tea.

Despite this however, some colonists reacted very negatively to the Act. The Tea Act gave the British East India Company total control of the tea market, which hurt colonial merchants.

Oh, tea. I can already guess where this is heading. My head immediately starts to throb, thinking about all of that tea lost in the Atlantic Coast.

These merchants then had to compete with the British East India Company for business. Even though the price of tea was lowered, colonists still had to pay taxes on tea.

I walk back to the desk, where the lesson plan book lay on top. I flip the page over, and a new heading shows up.

The Boston Tea Party

I mentally groan. Why is it necessary to go over these stupid rebellions? It's not like this information is going to be used in casual conversation, unless used to criticize Americans.

Educated British Citizen: 'Oh, hello, Buddy!'

Typical American: 'Yo, yo, yo, dog, what's up with yo shizzle?'

E.B.C: 'Well, have you ever thought about how stupid that rebellion your possible great-great-great-great-great grandfather took part in?'

T.A: 'Uh, yo dog, I dunno 'bout that.'

I shake my head. Most Americans wouldn't even remember about the "Tea Party" after they finish schooling!

Argh. Stop dazing off, Arthur! You know better than to daydream!

On the night of December 16, 1773, a group of men called the Sons of Liberty gathered at a harbour in Boston, Massachusetts.

These men, dressed as Native Americans, boarded a tea ship.

I feel my face reddening in anger as I write the next sentence.

Over the span of 3 hours, these "Native Americans" threw 342 crates of perfectly good tea into the waters of the harbour.

Those f****** stupid wankers.

I can't stop now. Let's just get this lesson over with, already!

The idiotic Yankees shouted in joy, as my-

I picked up the board eraser to my right, and erased the word, "my".

The idiotic Yankees shouted in joy as 9,000 pounds of Britain's valuable tea was dumped into the cold, sea water below.

There! That should do it!

I start to walk away, but my legs suddenly feel like jelly. I flop down to the floor.

"Mr. Kirkland, are you alright?" Ana runs over.

I slowly sit up.

"Yes, dear. Nothing's broken." I murmur, getting up cautiously. My head feels full of air, and I'm very thirsty, all of a sudden.

Damn it. I've been thinking about these thoughts for much too long. Most of the time, I push anything relating to the Revolution out of my head.

Ana gently takes my hand, and leads me to my desk.

"Sit." She orders, handing a bottle of water to me.

I smile a bit at the kind gesture. "Thanks, love." I tell her.

Ana squeals a bit, before retreating back to her desk.

That girl is very altruistic, but quite odd at the same time…

Jacqueline rolls her eyes at Ana as she takes her seat near my desk.

I lean back in my chair, ignoring the stares from the students.

I would go for a break, but there's no one to watch the class-Wait!

Getting up from the chair, I manage to make it to the classroom door without falling over.

"Mr. Kirkland, where are you going?" Jacqueline asks, looking at me suspiciously.

"Just for a break, Jacqueline." I respond.

I then walk out of the door, trying my hardest not to stumble in the large, empty hallway.

Now where is China's classroom? It should be located somewhere around here….

I briefly look inside each classroom that I pass, hoping that the people inside wouldn't see me. It would be extremely embarrassing if they saw me stumbling around like a twat.

I hear a shout somewhere to my right. My head snaps towards that direction, and I realize that it's China!

I hold out my arms, trying to balance myself.

Don't fall…don't fall…

I make it to China's door. I lean against it, and use the minimal strength I have to open it.

"Wang, we need to talk- OH MY!" I say, stricken in shock at the scene in front of me.

A/N: Ooh! Cliffhanger! Heehee!

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