` Beyond the blue hue

[lucian]

Lucian heaved a sigh as he stared at his watch. Ten minutes and he had to teach class. His legs were extended across the length of his desk and crossed at the ankle, and he was tilting backward in his leather bound computer chair. None of his students could even comprehend what he had taught them, ever. He was forlorn about teaching now. Oh, he could've been teaching psychology had they given him the job, but unfortunately he was teaching his other doctorate subject, English literature. Psychology was better. More brain rattling, more unnerving, and easier to elaborate upon. He should have been content with his job, it payed well, he continued learning and reading, but unfortunately Lucian was not fond of much of anything anymore.

One by one students began piling into the room, taken aback by his position in his chair, but he didn't bother moving. He still had a few more moments before he had to get serious and begin his lecture. They began sitting at their desks, slamming their bags down, the young women doing their makeup for lunch which was next period. Why even wear makeup when you're going to be eating? It would just mess it all up. Lucian rolled his eyes and removed his feet from his desk as the bell rang.

Easing out of his chair he finally stood up and began writing on the board. The chalk scratched and popped across the black board, and surprisingly Lucian had fairly neat handwriting for a man. In large script in chalk it clearly said "Team of Rivals."[/i] as Lucian decorated in a gray suit stepped away from the board he listened to his students groan and one particular student bang his head on the desk.

"Stop that Michael, it isn't going to make you smarter." Chuckles of the children befell the room and Micheal shot a furtive glance a this teacher. "Team of Rivals! I have gotten permission from the history teacher to assign a book based solely on the civil war efforts, his inauguration, and the trials and errors he experienced through out his daunting life. He's a brilliant man, and this particular book won the nobel peace prize. So I'm sure you'll all learn at least one thing from it." Lucian shot a glance at Michael.

"Now who wants to pass out the books?" Lucian chanted and a few hands shot up into the air. Teacher's pets really, if he allowed them it would just give them further authority to suck up. No one was special in his class, well except Michael, but he wasn't special, he was just an imbecile. Lucian sighed and ignored the three hands that were in the air. "Anyone?"

[cb]

Ugh, class. At this point, Charlotte didn’t seem the point in graduating either way. She hated waking up every day. Either way, she still wasn’t doing well in school. Charlie didn’t care anymore. She was invisible. No one here talked to her or even acknowledged her presence. All the teachers thought she was a slacker or a moronic idiot because she never talked. An empty waste basket – what a shame.

Her feet shuffled slowly as every other student shoved pass her. Everyone was always in a rush and incredibly obsessed with their grades. Nowadays, Charlie could care less what she made. She never even tried. Sighing quietly to herself, she carried her books in her arms. Daydreaming slightly, she lost the track of time and where she was going. Oh crap! The bells rang loudly and every classroom door began to shut loudly. The hallways were empty now. There were still a couple of students still scrambling to get to the classes. They had a chance on getting there on time if the teacher was in the room. Great, just great. Apathetic, she shrugged her shoulders and continued to walk down the hallway.

Sighing quietly, Charlotte opened the door to her destination. English Literature. A favorite class – the only reason she liked it was because they read books. Hearing groans and seeing hands fly up in the air, the petite girl was startled by everyone eager to suck up to Mr. Polisar. Raising an eyebrow, she took a quick glance at what they were going to read. Abraham Lincoln? C’mon Lucian…you can do better than Abraham Lincoln – man of hour against slavery. Whoohoo. Shutting the door a bit loudly, Charlie, avoiding attention, walked to the back of the classroom to take her seat. She sat in the back of every class. There was no point in sitting in the front of the class anyways if she wasn’t going to try at school.

Charlotte contained a yawn of her’s and stretched out in her desk lazily. She dusted her blue jeans slightly. For being a loner, Charlotte dressed reasonably fashionable. She had a yellow blouse that was buttoned up half way with a cameo underneath. Planting her face into her fists, she stared ahead of the classroom. Oh joy. Biting her lower lip, she opened a notebook and began doodling. For some reason, Charlotte was physically attracted to Lucian…he was…good looking and intelligent…what more could you want in a man? Just the idea made her blush slightly, but she kept her eyes straight down in a notebook.

[lucian]

As Lucian began to decide which of the suck ups he would choose a young brunette seemed to stumble into the room. As the door shut behind her and she made her way to her seat Lucian raised an eyebrow and leaned one of his arms on his desk. "You're late Charlotte." She didn't seem to hear him and began doodling carelessly in her notebook. "It's funny that you don't seem to care, because now I've found someone to pass out the books." A smug smile teased Lucian's lips and he motioned for her to get up.

Several hands fell downward as he had finally made his choice, and Lucian watched as the petite girl made her way to the front of the class. "I also want you to relay to me and the class how the formality of Abraham's studies formed his opinion on the significance of the enslavement of the African American people." Lucian piled several books into her hands, all thick, but not too heavy considering they were paper back.

As she passed them out Lucian focused on the papers on his desk. He personally loved Abraham because he had vivacious way with words, and was brilliant, and religious. Even now Lucian still wished he were in catholic school, but things change, and so do people. He didn't think he had the devotion to speak to god again, let alone the heart to pursue him.

[cb]

"It's funny that you don't seem to care, because now I've found someone to pass out the books."

Great. This is just what Charlotte needed for today. Grumbling slightly to herself, she got out of her seat and obediently passed out the books. She could only take a few stack at a time because she wasn’t a strong girl. Raising both eyebrows, she watched her classmates grunt and groan about the book that they were about to read. Well, it was a good thing Charlotte paid attention sometimes in class. She wasn’t a complete dud. Apparently, her teacher wasn’t going to let her off the hook THAT easily. Taking in a deep breath, she listened to her assignment.

"I also want you to relay to me and the class how the formality of Abraham's studies formed his opinion on the significance of the enslavement of the African American people."

Shrugging her shoulders, Charlie looked at her teacher instead of the class. To be honest, she wasn’t one for history, but she did learn a couple of things back when she was in America. Otherwise, she would terribly ashamed to call herself an American. “Well, as for his studies, I’m not sure, Mr. Polisar. But, his opinion was, obviously, abolishing slavery. He did implement the laws of freeing African Americans from slavery, but he never enforced them because of the controversy it led on in the South after the Civil War….I-It’s probably not the question you asked, but…b-better an answer that none,” She stated blankly towards him. Her stuttering was revealed a bit, but she tried controlling it. She wasn’t going to make an embarrassment of herself in front of her students.

Sighing heavily, she walked back to her desk casually. Taking a seat, she turned to the first page and stared at the first lines for a couple of minutes. Charlie was waiting for him to criticize her comments. It was what ever teacher did -- criticize, rebuke, and put down. She was use to it by now. Taking up a mechanical pencil in her right hand, she began to doodle once again. History wasn’t her subject anyways. There were occasional moments where Charlie would sneak up a glance at her attractive teacher. Pursing her lips, she stared back down at her book.

[kynan]

[[ Hope you don't mind me butting in. I need to get myself back into the site, and this looked as good a place as any to start. ]]

"Oh... crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" Students and teachers in the corridors of the school heard this peculiar phrase and felt a wind pass them, but other than a brief flash of gold, could not make out the source. That source was one Kynan Hathaway, an incredible specimen of awesomeness. That boy was the very carnation of everything that was good, albeit there was a fair bit of inappropriateness injected into the mix too. Just a smidge.

He didn't make it a habit of his to be late to every class, but these things just happened. It was the type of thing that one had no control over, and it was just impossible to stop these things once they had been set in motion. See, it wasn't his fault that he hadn't woken up in time. His good-for-nothing brother hadn't woken him up. It wasn't his fault that his hair had been messed up and he had to spend some time in the bathroom (30 minutes) fixing it up. It was his parents' fault for not getting him a bed that didn't give him bed hair. It wasn't his fault that he had tripped over at the entrance to the school and spilled half the contents of his bag onto the pavement. That stupid tree just decided to send out a fat root right his foot was going to land. Not his fault at all.

So, after this series of unfortunate events, Kynan was now hurrying to his first class, what was it again? Eh... whatever. He'd find out when he arrived. He knew the room it was in, and that's what was important. The boy wonder skidded to a stop outside the door to the room, and opened it slowly, so as not to betray the fact that he had been rushing in at a hundred miles per hour. Because no one could tell from the beads of sweat on his face, or the heavy panting.

Kynan slipped in discreetly, sitting himself down at the rear of the room in time to accept a book from a beautiful young lady. She was a bit of a shy one, come to think of it, Kynan had barely even heard her talk before, which was practically an anomaly, because there wasn't a girl on this planet that Kynan Hathaway had not had some sort of lengthy conversation with before. He gave her a wide grin as he accepted the book, smoothing his hair before turning his attention to the teacher and his mumbling. Now... what the heck was he going on about?

[lucian]

Lucian watched as she began handing out the books, and returned back to the front of the room for me. She truly was a pretty young woman. Short, and scrawny, but there was a hidden grace and femininity that seemed to allure the eyes. It was unfortunate she was so quiet, he was sure she could have had plenty of friends and even a boyfriend given the chance. Lucian sat behind his desk once more as he watched her complete the passing of the books, and then twitched and turned to the door as a young fair haired man entered the room.

“Well, as for his studies, I’m not sure, Mr. Polisar. But, his opinion was, obviously, abolishing slavery. He did implement the laws of freeing African Americans from slavery, but he never enforced them because of the controversy it led on in the South after the Civil War….I-It’s probably not the question you asked, but…b-better an answer that none,”

Lucian smiled. ”Very good, Charlie.” Probably the first time he had ever called a student by anything but their first or last name. Lucian sighed and drummed his fingers on the desk, standing up and looking at the tow headed boy in his seat. ”You’re late, unfortunately I have nothing for you to do, EXCEPT for you to answer me a question.” Lucian smiled and began to pace across the room standing in the middle of the gaps of desks, so that everyone could better hear him. ” We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained… it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land! will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.” Lucian said this with so much fervent passion that some of the children in his class were slack jawed, most didn’t understand the statement.

”Now that is the closing statement of which of his speeches Mr. Hathaway?” Lucian smiled cheekily at him and stopped in front of the corn locked male seated lazily before him. The class seemed to grow quiet, eagerly waiting the response to Lucian’s question. It wasn’t tough, not in the slightest, but Lucian presumed this child did more girl hunting than he did studying.

[cb]

Boys. Something Charlotte avoided like the plague. She never flirted back with any of them. If she were ever assigned partners, she would keep the relationship between that professional. Then again, Charlie was usually assigned girls as partners. Maybe her teachers knew? Maybe, not. Though, Charlotte was completely sure that there had to be something about her incident on file. It couldn’t go unnoticed. Charlie took the occasional glance at the boy that walked in but nothing serious. It amused her just slightly that he was more late than her.

At least, she wasn’t the only student to come in late to this class. Glancing to the boy who sat in the back next to her, she pretended not to notice his grin earlier. Any advancements of a boy, Charlie would ignore it and take no interest in them. Something she should’ve learned long ago. Raising her head, she listened to her teacher compliment her. ”Very good, Charlie.” This was surely a first. Lucian wasn’t about to let the boy be late without going unpunished. Glancing back and forth between the two gentlemen, Charlotte nestled comfortably in her desk. What an interesting question. Would the boy know it?

Leaning back into her notebook, she muttered, “First inaugural address.” It was, of course, the answer to his question. She did that a lot. When she knew answers, she would mutter it under her breath. Usually, no one could hear her because she was so quiet. After answering, Charlotte made no sudden movements and still stared at the notebook in front of her – taking the occasional glance at the first page. Charlotte pretended that she said nothing at all. Mr. Polisar was in love with Abraham Lincoln, indeed.

[kynan]

”You’re late, unfortunately I have nothing for you to do, EXCEPT for you to answer me a question.”

Kynan groaned. The teacher had noticed him sneak in. Dammit. He knew he should have made use of his powers at this point. It would have been seamless, to slip in while time was frozen and pretend that nothing had ever happened. But he had been in too much of a rush to think at the time, so that genius master plan had not come to him, and now it was too late to turn back time and do it again. Sometimes Kynan wished his gift extended its parameters to include travelling back through time, so he could redo some of his finer stuff-ups, but that feeling never lasted too long. He would come to the realisation moments later that the idea of having to go back and do it all again was really too much work, and he was really much too lazy to go through all that. The only events he might be motivated to run through again would be those involving attractive girls, but seeing as how his wooing and courtship were flawless, there was no point in going through them again.

He stopped his pondering just in time to hear the last few words of the teacher's question. Oh, like he knew the answer to that. Who would? This was all silly literature stuff anyway. There was no substance involved. All fluffy things that no one really cared about. Since when did people get touched by angels anyway? Not since Biblical times, certainly. Perhaps that was the answer?

Kynan didn't bother trying to stall for time. He had absolutely no idea, and he might as well act as if he knew the answer straight off the top of his head like some nerdy little literature geek. "The Bible," he said confidently, with as little thinking as possible: much the way he often gave all his answers in classes. Sometimes he was lucky enough to be relatively close to the correct answer, but in this case. Well, last time he checked, the Bible wasn't exactly a speech, a fact which he seemed to realise after he gave his answer.

"Uh... oh wait. Speech? His? Who are we talking about here...? It's kinda hard to answer when you don't tell us who we're studying, sir."

[lucian]

Lucian stepped backward twice as he answered the question with “the bible.” This boy didn’t seem to have any sense in his platinum covered head. Lucian sighed and ran a hand along the length of his face and began muttering to himself. ”Go to France Lucian, teach the children there, I’ve heard they’re brilliant, you may be taught things from them instead of teaching them yourself.” Pacing around the room he sighed and drummed his fingers on the boys desk. ”That is incorrect. It was a speech by Abraham Lincoln, and had you been here on time you would’ve known that!” Lucian balled his fist on the child’s desk and then returned quickly to the board.

”This is your reading assignment I know the book is rather large and there is beyond eight hundred pages, but I am giving you plenty of time to finish. I’d like the first three chapters read by tonight.” There were several groans from the children as they began to put their newly found books in their bags. ”Seeing as I am a good teacher, and have just assigned you more work than I feel any of you can accomplish I’m allowing the remainder of this period to be spent watching The Taming of the shrew, a Shakespearian movie.”

Lucian watched as two students rolled the television to the front of the class and gingerly he unmasked the tape and stuck it into the vcr. Flipping through the channels to the proper setting he sat back down at his desk and began looking through his papers as the movie played. The bible indeed, Lucian often wished he had pursued his career to become a priest, but his American Step-father wouldn’t allow it.

[cb]

Charlie’s head raised up as the boy claimed the bible. Rolling her eyes slightly, she pinched the tiny bridge of her nose and sat back in her seat comfortably. This was going to be a very long class period. Shoving the gigantic book in her bag, she returned back to her notebook. She wasn’t really going to read the book. Maybe, glance at a couple of pages right before bed, just to try and keep up the conversation in class. Other students seemed to either be drew in by the movie or sleeping…with their eyes open. The movie didn’t take a real particular interest in Charlotte, but it was enough to glanced a couple of times up at the television screen before she returned to her notebook.

Charlotte shifted her petite frame in her seat a couple of times. For a minute, she felt out of place. Her body was in sync with her mind. Oh, no. She knew what this meant. Blinking several of times, she didn’t see the class that sat before her, but stacks of paper. The paper consisted of grades – a couple of d’s, some c’s, and a few f’s. Wow, this stack of paper didn’t seem too great. Well, Charlie guessed it were her marks for the ear. Blinking again, the class appeared before her blue eyes. These visions were driving her insane. No wonder she wasn’t able to focus sometimes in class. Taking in a sharp breath, she tried focusing back on whatever she was doing.

Her notebook wasn’t entertaining enough. Nope. There only a few things she could doodle – Charlie wasn’t the greatest artist anyways. Her notebook was then shoved into her bag. Digging around, she pulled out another book. It wasn’t the book that the teacher assigned, but something better to Charlie. Pride & Prejudice. Gingerly, she opened a couple of pages half way into the book and began to catch up on her leisure reading. If the movie wasn’t going to keep her occupied, her book will. Flipping a page slowly, Charlie looked up for a minute and looked at Lucian who happened to be going through grading papers. Huh, what a coincidence.