Aizawa, The Sleepy Teacher

Sandy marched furiously to the detention room. All because of Mira and all her extra loud whispers. He heard  “Help”, “case” with some wild rolling of her eyes and shaking of her notebook while pointing at Susie. As usual, she had decided not to wait until the class ended to go off on a ‘case’. And had them all sent off to detention.

The always yawning teacher, Mr. Aizawa was, thankfully, snoring, sprawled on the desk.

He walked in to see Mira and a…quiet Susie!

Susie will not speak…ever again!” Mira wailed. “I think it has something to do with the missing notebook!”

Susie scribbled on the blackboard furiously, When I received the notebook,  it said I could take an ability from anyone, with a price. In haste, I wrote that irritating Tina’s name and ‘chatterbox’ next to it so she’d get scolded. It took away my ability to talk!!

“If writing the ability takes it, why don’t you just erase it and reverse it?” Sandy asked

I can’t find the notebook, Susie wrote.

“This sounds like a job for…Mira the detective!” Mira yelled, striking a confident pose.

Sandy sighed. Mira, the drama queen, he thought.

“Retracing your steps could be a start”, he suggested.

Susie wrote I had it when I entered the detention room. 

“We should start looking around the detention room,” Sandy muttered, getting up and rummaging through the boxes.

He felt something grab on to his hand.

A poof of black smoke, he was face to face with a grinning Mr. Aizawa. His red eyes sparkled with malice. “All you kids, especially Susie…are too noisy. I thought it’d be better if y’all shut up so I gave Susie that notebook. Soon the whole school will be quiet, and I can sleep undisturbed.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Sandy spied the notebook. He could almost reach it. It was truly Sandy to the rescue. He made a mad dash and leaped for the notebook, throwing caution to the wind.

In moments, Sandy struck off Tina’s name. He hoped he had reversed the charm.

Mr. Aizawa looked like he was going to put a spell on him. Suddenly, he yawned and slept off right there!!!

To think, a sleepy teacher and his magic were behind it.

But, unfortunately, Susie’s chatter was back. Now, where was that notebook…

 

PS: This attempt was inspired by a Kahani Takbak competition asking to use three book titles from Duckbill publications‘ Hole books in a story. All feedback is appreciated. 🙂

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Be More Chill (Ned Vizzini) – Everything About You Is So Alive!

Don’t we all crave the title ‘popular’? To not stand awkwardly in the hallways and brun from bullies who are hell-bent on making your non-existent reputation worse, to just be accepted and revered and just…be more chill?

Ned Vizzini wrote ‘Be More Chill’, an accurate representation of teenagers, how wild they can get and just how far they will go to get what they want. This book was turned into a play and later, an off-broadway musical.

Jeremy Heere and his best friend Michael Mell are losers for obvious reasons. Jeremy believes he has no chance with theatre kid Christine until…he gets a squip. When his former bully Rich recalls his tale of how it takes him from sad to interesting to hip, Jeremy knows he just has to get his hands on one.

He’s willing to ditch it all, his parent’s trust, his dignity, his best friend…all to get popular.

The SQUIP is a small supercomputer that analyzes social situations and then provides the best reaction to it, causing people to start to get attracted to you, making you popular.

And who will refuse you when you’re popular?

The mindset of every character is very real and if you heere (pun intended) Jeremy’s thoughts, you’ll probably remember a situation where you thought the same thing. He wants Christine, and he believes the only way to get her is by being popular. Unfortunately, you have to make sacrifices and during the ‘bathroom intervention’ scene Jeremy knows he’s in too deep, shutting down Michael and leaving him in the bathroom to cry to himself.

Jeremy realises too late that the SQUIP was a bad idea, and manages to repair his relationships. He realises that his successful interactions with Christine only occur when the squip was off, and that he’s uncomfortable in situations that ‘popular’ people get into.

He’s just happy with being him, and that’s all he should be.

Michael says: “I could stay right here, or disappear and nobody would notice at all.” 

Sometimes we feel like we could just disappear into nothing and because we’re not the in crowd, no one would care. But, just like how Jeremy comes back for his Player 2, there is always someone who cares, someone who you are important to

The SQUIP, to me, is a metaphor for the stereotypical person you are forcing yourself to be. You believe everything about you is so terrible, you need to be that impeccable image to be accepted. You watch someone else transform, and then suddenly you realise you can too, without thinking of the repercussions.

For some, being popular is a natural thing. Their personality is just wired that way. You don’t have to be them, if that’s not the way you are comfortable. You are the way you are, and you cant let anyone else ridicule you for you, you need to stand up, not think that you are unacceptable in society.

You cant let people get to you, because no one else can have the same sense of humour or the same gawky smile or the same interest in old vintage games, but you!

And who knows, one day the type of person you were will be deemed ‘popular’.

(I’ve linked in the songs where i’ve used the lyrics!)

The Words I Say

I was only 13 when I locked out my friends,
Said I never wanna see ’em again.
They creep, they creep
Under the door,
Tryin’ to get into the fort that I’ve made
Around myself.
These fears, these worries
The’re tryna’ get to me.
And I’m afraid, yeah, I’m afraid,
That’s, oh, it’s working.
The words I say, choke my throat
I can’t say anything more,
I need to say something more than what I never did.
Will I be my worst regret?
I don’t want anyone near me,
I don’t wanna see them cry.
I want you to leave me alone,
I don’t want you to try!
I know I can’t be saved,
Pick up the shards of my broken being.
Give me a nice send-off,
And when you come down to hell,
Come see me.
The words I said, choke my throat
I won’t say anything more,
I should have said something more than what I never did.
I am my worst regret.
WAIT!
No, no, no.
My head is spinning,
My blood is rushing,
The tears are flowing.
And then I see your face,
Are you upset? Relieved? Dissapointed?
You rush towards me,
I collapse, a sobbing mess
But you catch me.
And the tears flow again.
“Please help me,” I sputter,
The words I said, free my throat.
I don’t need to say anything more,
I’ve done what I needed to do.
I am getting better.
I am getting better.

She is Different Now

The girl I love
Is amazing, beautiful and strong
Can weave words into beautiful pictures
Of courage, love and epiphany
And believed in herself and us
More than I did

Her eyes shone bright
When she spoke about us
When she spoke about things she loved
And I loved it

No other I’ve seen can hold a candle to
Her fire, that burns so bright

But,
She is different now
Not any less amazing, beautiful or strong
But
She no longer believes in herself
She no longer believes in us

Bangles of blood adorn her wrists
And she craves that pain
For reasons I cannot fathom
She is so smart, so talented
She can bend words to her every whim

But now
She bends them against me
Hiding herself behind
A wall of false words
“I’m fine” “I’m okay” “I’m cold”

But her eyes
Those eyes that once shone with laughter
Now revel in the depths of sadness

Imploring me to push forward,
To stay
Even if her words say otherwise

So I push on
Staying there
Holding on
Smiling, laughing
Even though
Every time I see the pain
Reflected in her eyes
I am broken a little more

Please,
Come out
Speak to me

I am okay with anything
As long as you’re okay

You can cry and scream
And feel like you’re a mess

But promise me that
I’ll see you again tomorrow.

Zara, Leave

“I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways, or explain why I’m not sane, all I can say is this is your warning.” – Duality, by Set It Off

×××

Zara, leave me alone!

No, I won’t go.

Zara, go be free.

No, I won’t leave.

Why can’t you see,

The monster is me,

The end of my sanity.

Why won’t it go?

Oh, I don’t know.

Why can’t you stay?

Zara, please don’t play.

I know, you warned me
But it’s here I’d rather be,
Than somewhere safe and free.

I can’t quite explain how or why!

I know, I won’t pry,

About the monster inside.

The Case of the Stolen Strokes of Heaven: An Annoying Teenage Misadventure

Keith lifted the wooden lid that covered his desk only to recoil in shock of the sight he beheld.

“My sketchbook,” he noted. “It’s gone.”

He had barely been gone for a matter of ten minutes, but those ten minutes that he spared to eat his lunch had turned out to be a grave mistake, as he now realized.

“Hey, Eris?” he spoke. “Are you seeing this?”

“If you mean the fact that your sketchbook is missing,” she said, with the roll of her eyes evident in her voice, “yes, yes I am. However,” she spoke, raising her nihilistic tone to one that now mocked the boy standing by her. “If you mean that I am seeing the fact hat you’ve lost your sense of normalcy, then I noticed that eons ago.”

The boy rubbed his pale temples in disdain, sending a glare worthy of only a child of Medusa towards the curly-haired tower of sarcasm above him.

“I’m serious, Eris. That had spoilers for my manga in it. It could get leaked and my spotless reputation would be soiled forevermore!”

“You don’t even have a manga,” she shook her head sadly. “It’s just a little comic you doodle about an angel and a devil who fall in love. And its on your Instagram, not even physically published.”

“But Eris,” he pleaded. “Help me find it, at least.”

“I can’t say no to that face.” She sighed. “Fine, at least give me a minute to find Zack and Connie.”

Ten minutes later four middle-schoolers were grouped around the crime scene, stating the fact of the case which had now come to be known as the ‘Case of the Stolen Strokes of Heaven’ as Connie dubbed it.

(‘But Keith’s art isn’t that great”, Eris complained. ‘Yes, it is,’ Connie declared. ‘So there.’)

“So you and Keith went down to eat lunch,” Zack summed up. “For ten minutes, and then he returns to find that his sketchbook has disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“That’s pretty much it.” Eris concluded. “Connie seems to have no input on the matter though, do you, Connie?”

“Nope. Nada. Zilch. Nahi.” Connie affirmed in four languages.

Eris rolled her eyes. “I wish I didn’t ask, you braggart.”

“Guys,” Keith spoke, for the first time in 10 minutes. “It’s been a while and we haven’t got any closer to figuring out suspects.”

“For once,” Eris noted. “Keith is right.”

“For once?” Keith exclaimed in outrage.

“Oh my God, would you two stop? Look, kids are coming into the class right now.” Zack rattled off. “We’ll scan them for any guilty faces. Eris, try not to look like you’re going to murder everyone in cold blood. Connie, stop grinning like an escaped mental hospital admittance, and Keith? Just, try not to cry? I guess?”

“I’m too tough to cry.” Keith spoke.

Connie coughed into her fist. “Just yesterday you were crying about snakes.”

“They don’t have proper eyesight! They can’t read manga!” Keith wailed.

Just then, the most petrifying danger, even worse than hurricane Irma, stormed into the class with a sour look of resignation on her face, her eyes flittering from student to student pronouncing, I hate that, I hate that and I really hate that.

It was math class, and Mrs. Johannesburg was back.

Who is Mrs. Johannesburg, you may ask? Well, you’re certainly been lucky to not know her. She was the principal of the school, nicknamed ‘The Demon Teacher’ by her pupils, who doubled as a math teacher for, well,  let us just call them…special classes. In particular, Eris’ class.

She despised Eris and her gang. Eris with her curly hair, rude demeanor and sarcastic behavior; Keith with his lack of interest in the subject and constant doodling in class; and Zack  with his tendency to identify loopholes, ask stupid questions and distract the class, they were the absolute worst.

But she loved Connie, for no apparent reason other than the fact that she kept finding more and more excessively complicated ways to do a simple sum.

Eris groaned, and Keith shifted his seat behind her to be shielded from the demon teacher as much as possible. Zack leaned back in his chair to leisurely think of the worded pranks he would pull this lesson.

Connie sat up front. Teacher’s pet, Eris thought, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

“Aargh!” Keith whisper-yelled to the dark-skinned girl to his front. “What am I supposed to do in class?”

“Look on the bright side,” Eris remarked. “You’ll listen today and scribble some notes, hopefully, instead of doodling all the time. At least you could pass the upcoming Maths teat this week.”

“Very helpful,” Keith snorted. “Especially since you’re going to sleep all lesson.”

“No, I’m not.” Eris retorted. “Now take out your book, she’s already started.”

“No, I won’t.” Keith snapped. “In fact, I’m going to-”

But we will never know what Keith was going to do, for it was Mrs. Johannesburg who did something, and that something was rapidly whipping around to face Keith and deliver one of her famous snide remarks.

“Mr. Katana,” She sneered. “I’m sure we’d all love to take a lesson from you in Maths, wouldn’t we? After all, not many of us have received the honor of getting straight F’s in this year.”

Keith visibly winced. “Sorry.”

Keith dug out his notebook and sighed, he honestly hated this class from the bottom of his heart.

Five thousand zillion bajillion years later, or maybe not, it just felt like that to Keith, the class was over. Keith stuck his hand back inside his bag to pull out his science notebook when his hand clasped around a familiar shape.

“My sketchbook!” He exclaimed in surprise.

Eris burst into peals of uncontrollable laughter as she looked into the camera of her phone.

“And that is how to trick a Keith!” She beamed into the mike.

“Oh. My. God.” Keith’s jaw dropped onto the floor. “It was you! You lying, sneaky, dirty, piece of-”

“And this is the part where you-” She was cur off short but a guttural yell from Keith as she sprang to her feet and sprinted in the direction of Zack.

“RUN!” She laughed into the phone as they darted around chairs and dived under desks.

Eris was stopped short by Keith catching both her legs as she flailed her arms and planted face-first in the ground as her other friends gathered around.

Keith placed a leg on her head, retrieved the phone and put in the ending shot.

“Okay, so, Zack and Connie,” Keith stated. “What have we learned today?”

“Never mess with Keith’s sketchbooks,” They solemnly spoke in unison. Or, you’ll get it.”

“Well spoken, my friends,” Keith spoke smugly. “Understood, Eris?”

“Get off my face,” Was Eris’ groaned response. “God, you’re such a dork.”