I rested my head on the table once more, leaning forward onto the backrest of the chair. The rest of the class seemed to have all eyes on me as we waited for the first teacher to arrive, and with that, I found that I was soon beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of eyes fixated on me at the moment.
"What?", was the only thing I could say at that moment, tilting my head to the side as a gesture of confusion. "Never seen a dragon before?"
The class only seemed to stare at me even more as I shrunk back into my seat, feeling the tension of the incredibly awkward silence that was given to me in the form of stares.
At that moment, the teacher for Advanced Math came in, who also then proceeded to stare at me. I mentally face-palmed.
Another good, thirty second silence before surprisingly, my math teacher managed to snap out of it. "Okay class," he said nonchalantly, "take out your notebooks, today we will be doing trigonometric functions. Now, if you remember last week's lesson, we did the R-Factor formulae, which is to say that two sine A plus two cosine A would equal to R sine A minus alpha, in which you solve for R and alpha to get your single function equation, right?"
The class gave an assortment of half-assed nods, before he droned on. "So if we take sine alpha to be..."
Great. An hour of Advanced Math, first thing in the morning. Ignoring the droning of the teacher, I hastily snaked my head around and snuck a glance at the classroom's notice board, which had a copy of the timetable there.
Physics, Chemistry, English and Math. Great, all the 'hell' subjects on Tuesdays... I sighed and rested my head on the table, before zoning out at the whiteboard. Of all the things, I personally wondered why my school didn't use a homeroom system like most schools in the US.
While it was convenient to stay in class and let the teachers come to us almost all the time, save our Lab lessons, most of us found ourselves to be completely restless during the period closer to recess and the end of school, which was, to say, quite annoying, especially if that subject that you couldn't focus on was one of the 'hell' subjects.
Call me and my classmates nerd if you may like, but unlike most of the people in our school, we actually cared for our grades, and this being the year we take our GCE Cambridge 'O' Level exams (the probable equivalent England's GCSE exams) of , we were determined to learn as much as possible before our papers in October.
The lesson went by fairly uneventfully, except for my teacher giving me nervous looks every now and then.
In fact, all the other classes seemed to pass by rather quickly, and before I knew it, the bell for recess had gone. I quickly grabbed my tie and wallet before walking out of the classroom, following the general flow of the students as they made their way down to the canteen.
Grumbling ever so slightly as I fumbled with my tie, I made my way do the stairs, albeit awkwardly, due to the fact that my digitigrade legs were not made for the use of stairs. Instead, they seemed to be better for walking, and most likely, running.
Indeed, traversing my school's ridiculously small compound to get from one point to another was hard enough, but being a dragon now in the midst of about 1,200 humans, it was safe to say I felt pretty awkward.
I crossed the quadrangle and headed over to the entrance of the canteen, which was where the councillors dubbed as 'The Centre Sector'. The Centre Sector was the place in the canteen where almost all the councillors hung around during recess if they were off duty, and was also the spot where we reported for duty.
It was a unique, utilitarian spot in the entire canteen, as it overlooked the entire canteen from there, yet was visible to those walking amongst the students while on patrol.
I strolled over to the Centre Sector, where all the Upper Sec councillors were congregated, eating snacks or just generally standing around chatting with one another. Recess in this school was split into two sessions, one being for the Lower Sec, and another for the Upper Sec students. In total, there were only about twenty five of us in the Upper Sec recess, but with three years of experience under our belts, twenty five of us was more than enough to handle a good five-hundred or so students.
I spotted the Council President watching over the rest of the councillors as usual, and she was standing there at her usual spot. "This should be interesting..." I thought to myself as I snuck up behind her, my tail wagging in a slow, wide arc, like a cat about to snatch its prey.
I cleared my throat, and with the most spastic tone I could manage, I said from behind her, "I have no choice but to destroy you because, potato."
Now, don't get this wrong that I'm disrespecting someone of higher authority, but this was the council president. She, like me and a few members from the 12th Student Council were all sixteen this year, and since we pretty much grew up in school together, regardless of ranking, we treated each other like friends. Unfortunately, that didn't stop us from poking a little fun at others every now and then.
"Ryan, how many times do I have to tell you not t- HOLY SHIT!" she said stopping abruptly as she turned around and saw me.
I nearly doubled over laughing, almost tripping over my tail as I took a few steps back to use the wall as a support. "Oh, that's priceless..." I said with mirth, rubbing the tears out of my eyes, "you should've seen to look on your face..."
The president merely huffed as she almost literally threw the duty roster at me, pen neatly clipped to the top of the ring folder that came with it.
"Very funny, Ryan." She said, turning away, "just remember that you've got patrol duty in Sector 3."
"Aww..." I said in a mockingly disappointed tone as I grasped the pen in my claws, drawing a little '^.=.^' face in the small box next to my name, where my signature was supposed to go.
The president almost snatched the file back from me, glancing over my signature before looking back up at me with an unamused face. "Seriously, Ryan?" was all she pretty much told me.
"Well," I said, sticking my forked tongue at her, "new identity, new signature. Relax a little lah, Felicia."
I turned my tail to her and headed off to Sector 3, hoping that the reception there was anything but 'run and scream' or 'throw stuff at it' while I was on duty. If anything was fun about the student council, annoying the president was.