Notes!

There he was, sitting at the HEAD of the class! Front row center, as always, trying to

seem perfect! Oh well, I was better than he was anyways! I didn't need to learn as often

as he did, besides, I was teacher’s favorite! Professor Flan'd take one look to make

sure I was at least here, and start his lessons to those who NEEDED it! Pfh. Simple minded

little Wizard's to-be. I smirk. I sat back in my chair and check my nails absentmindedly,

a light bulb going off in my head as I sat there a short while. Kyle HATED being disturbed

during a lesson; maybe I could have fun today AFTER ALL! I flick my wrist, and form a

flame within my gloved palm. I look towards Kyle's large red head, and sneer. My target

was a square bull’s eye in front of me. "Very good Master Sigmund! See class, THAT'S

how you do a flame charm!" I blinked, looked to my hand, then to the large black bored. Oh

nice, we were learning charms! Now Kyle had seen this.. I act fast on this and say

proudly, "Ack iz nozing really Sir. Just shoving ze class how iz done!" Professor Flan

nodded, walked towards his black bored and began again, the lesson. I distinguish the

flame in rage, clutching my hand into a very tight fist. 'Maybe I can send a vad of

parchment his vay!?' I think to myself and chuckle. I flick my finger tips lightly and up

fly's a large wad of parchment from the trash bin by the door. Kyle wouldn't know what hit

him. "Who's controlling the garbage, put it down! I'll have no silliness in my classroom!

Sigmund, come now. You know better." I growl, letting the wad fall back into the bin.

'Okkkkay, not ze best idea..' I think to myself and sit back, thinking slowly of a new

plan of action. Kyle turns in his chair and eyes me. I smirk and blow a kiss his way. He

sticks his tongue out and turns back around. I giggle. 'He's fun to mess vith!' I muse,

coming up with a new idea. I keep my eyes on his quill. Back and forth, back and forth. I

sneak a glance to Professor Flan, who's going on and on about something up front, not

paying me mind, and take my chance. Up goes Kyle's quill, and his hand!? "What is it

Mister Thomason!?" Professor Flan asked, Kyle bewildered where his hand was raised over

his head. I slap my face hard and groan. 'GAAAH! Vhat iz VITH him today!?' I curse myself

and cross my arms over my chest hotly. "Put your hand down if you haven't got an answer

Mister Bloodworth-Thomason!" Professor Flan barked, glaze flying as he snapped. I snort.

Right into Kyle's face fell glaze from the Teacher. 'Pathetic!' I sneer as Kyle slowly

sits back down, trying not to take notice of the raspberry glace sliding along his face

and onto his work. 'HIS VORK!' I think and in doing so, kicked my desk forward. "Alright

Sigmund, I give you privileges, but if you can't keep your mind focused, come back up to

the front at once!" Professor Flan snapped at my latest accident. The class all turned and

stared at me. I had gotten up I was so excited by the idea I had.. I gulp lightly, the

eyes laughing. Sept Kyle, who kept working silently in the front. "Sorry Sir.." "No, don't

sit back there, come, right here to the front for the rest of the day. Maybe THEN you'll

remember how to behave!" I felt like I was being PUNISHED! All I was doing was messing

with Kyle, didn't he see that!? I thought he'd LIKE THAT after what Kyle had turned him

into! I looked to my desk, then to the seat Professor Flan told me to sit in and I

grinned. Right beside Kyle! "Yes Sir, I apologize. I'll sit now." I say and do so, my boot

heels clicking in the silent classroom. Kyle stopped a second in his work as I stared down

upon him where I stood, but then he continued, as if I was air and nothing more. I smirk

and seat myself gracefully where I was to remain for the rest of the day. "Thank you, now,

as I was saying.." Professor Flan said, nodding and going about his lesson. I could do

more damage here anyways. My eyes slide to Kyle and what he's writing. 'Ack, NOTES!? I'll

help change zis!' I say to myself and start, slowly writing on my OWN parchment,

concentrating on Kyle's as I began. My eyes slide open... No angry whisper curses!? No,

'leave me alone Sigmund!?' I turn my head slowly, and blink, trying to read what he's

writing. Giggles erupt behind me, and I look back to see what was so funny. I look at what

their eyes are looking towards and gasp. Kyle's face is pulled into a dark smile now as

the words I wrote on MY parchment for Kyle, somehow, got onto the black bored... "Sigmund

loves Kyle!" Professor Flan read, and then coughed. He stared hard at me, confusion laced

his hard eyes. I hid myself some, pulling myself down from sitting so proudly before.

"Well, glad to know this Sigmund. But why you wish to share this with the class is beyond

me!" Professor Flan snarled, erasing the words. I blush, pulling my leather jacket up over

my face to conceal this new error I brought myself. I hear scratching and I peek at my

parchment, reading as my quill wrote, 'Better luck next time Siggy! -Kyle!' I growl and

thrust my hand over the enchanted parchment and quill, the commotion disrupting Professor

Flan AGAIN! "Alright, that's ENOUGH! Out, for once, OUT! You’re being too

rebellious. Come back when you’re willing to at least STARE quitlely!" The class

began laughing when Professor Flan's glaze dropped from his boiling anger, on top of my

head. I give a shudder at this feeling, as the warm liquid like feeling slides down my

jacket and under my shirt. I get myself up, head hung low, I start walking out. "Oh

Professor Flan, can I just give him something he forgot?" Kyle asked, and I stopped dead.

'GREEEEEEEEEEEEEAT!' I seethe, the class giggling as Professor Flan allows Kyle to hand me

whatever it was he wished me to have. His voice is very low in my ear, as he hands me what

he had been writing, "Your welcome!" I snort loudly, steam coming from it, my anger

boiling over now. My whole plan of messing with him, ruined. WHY?! What happened?! I boot

to my tail end reminds me I'm still standing there, Professor Flan's foot kicking me out

of the classroom, and into the silent hall. The door slams behind me and I stand there,

moping. 'I usually LAUGH at zose vho get kicked out... Now.. I am being laughed at?!' I

feel crushed! I was the BEST IN THAT CLASS! I growl, remembering Kyle's stupid comment,

'you’re welcome!' I forcefully pull the parchment he had given me and looked at what

he had to say. It was notes... An arrow pointed to the back, so I turned it. 'Next time

Sigmund, don't do this on my birthday, alright? I knew you would, you've done so since

forever, so I came prepared finally. Here's the notes you'll be missing. Study them;

you'll need it just as we here in the class shall!' I let my hand fall slowly to my side,

my eyes staring at nothing but the floor. 'I've been nozing but horrible to him for

years.. Und he STILL helps me out?' I sigh, look around and feel alone. It’s so

quite.. I knock on the door softly, and Professor Flan opens it slowly. "Not fun, is it

Sigmund?" He quires smuggly. I shake my head no, and he allows me back in. "You can sit in

the back once more Master Sigmund, I'm sure you'll do fine on your Exams next week. As for

all of you.." I shock the class, AND Professor Flan, by walking towards the seat next to

Kyle. Shock them further, by sitting myself down in the front row, the center, as Kyle. I

made new parchment appear and waited for Professor Flan to start back up. He's grinning

proudly, thinking what he did made this change happen, and began again. 'Eizer Kyle vrote

zis before, or he hasn't got his own.' I tell myself and copy the notes down as Professor

Flan speaks. My head down the whole time, writing, trying to get the notes down before

class was done. I'd make it up to Kyle, even if he didn't need it. "Alright, I expect

EVERYONE to pass! That means you Kyle Bloodworth-Thomason!" Professor Flan announced as we

finally got out of the classroom. It was almost time for Kyle to return to Galaxy Hills

for his NEXT day of school. I found him putting stuff into his bag, and almost timidly

walked over. "OUCH! Hey, what?!" He snarled after I punched his arm sharply. "ZAT is for

making me look STUPID!" His eyes daggered mine as he hissed, "Doesn't take much for that

Sigmund!" I pushed my hand into his thin chest and growled, "UND ZIS.." I pushed my nose

into the air and walked off, his grumbles and mimicking loud enough for me to hear. I

vanished, and made myself comfy where I could watch him open the notes I gave to him. "Ohh

the great Sigmund's given me something! Must be a portrait of Himself!" 'Not a bad idea.'

I snicker and keep that idea for later. "Hello?" Kyle said and read what I wrote in return

for his notes, 'I haven't a CLUE vhy you did zis for me Kyle ze Constapator, but zanks!

Unsure if you even needz zem, but take zem anyvay, make you a bit smarter at least!' I

flicked my wrist that flame I made in the start of class became a shape, and when it was

just right, I let it free and began to walk off. The sound of fireworks sounded in the

hallway, and I grinned, not turning around, as 'Happy Birthday Kyle,' exploded from the

flaming shape I made fly towards him.