Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
Drake looked at the two students that he knew, then around the classroom. It was close enough to time, and there were enough kids to start the class. "Alright," he said standing, "For those of you who do not know me, I am Drake Manslik. I am your English teacher for the time being, unless you switch out. If you did switch, however, I am still the only English teacher. Call me Mr. Drake, Mr. Manslik, or Drake. The last, only if you feel comfortable enough to do so. I call you all by your first name, so I do not see why you should call me any different."
With that he turned around to face the board, and wrote, Forever, and Immortality. After that he turned back to the class, "You all are facing this. Facing a long, hard, life ahead of you. It was lengthened, either by accident, or quite purposefully. You all have to deal with immortality. For some of you, it may be a gift, and others may see it as a curse. One way or another, you have your own hopes, dreams, ambitions, and ideas. I would like to start off this year with a small quickwrite. I wish you all to take out a paper, and write what you think of the topic I have given to you."
He sat again in his chair, and looked at the class as they all took out their papers, pencils, and began writing. He thought about his own ideas on forever, and wondered how well he would deal with the years ahead of him.
With that he turned around to face the board, and wrote, Forever, and Immortality. After that he turned back to the class, "You all are facing this. Facing a long, hard, life ahead of you. It was lengthened, either by accident, or quite purposefully. You all have to deal with immortality. For some of you, it may be a gift, and others may see it as a curse. One way or another, you have your own hopes, dreams, ambitions, and ideas. I would like to start off this year with a small quickwrite. I wish you all to take out a paper, and write what you think of the topic I have given to you."
He sat again in his chair, and looked at the class as they all took out their papers, pencils, and began writing. He thought about his own ideas on forever, and wondered how well he would deal with the years ahead of him.