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Chapter 4: "Chalkboard Shenanigans"

As I stepped onto the bus, I couldn't help but notice the sudden hush that fell over the chatter. Ah, the joys of being a middle school heartthrob. The girls practically swooned as I passed, their eyes sparkling with admiration. I flashed them a grin, because hey, who doesn't love a little attention?

But when a few of them mustered up the courage to approach me, I knew I had to think fast. I mean, I didn't want to break any hearts after breakfast. So, I did what any self-respecting hero would do—I whipped out my secret weapon: dad jokes.

"Hey there," one girl said, batting her eyelashes. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the bus. Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Sorry, I'm more of a comedian than a magician. But speaking of disappearing acts, have you heard about the invisible man who fell in love with a ghost? Yeah, they say they just couldn't see each other anymore."

She blinked, clearly not expecting a punchline. But hey, rejection is easier to swallow with a side of laughter, right?

I made my way to the back of the bus, slipping into my usual seat by the window. As I settled in, I couldn't shake the memory of the promise I'd made to Alex and Lily. The International Superhero Rookie Competition. It felt like a lifetime away, but in reality, it was just around the corner.

I could already picture it—the crowds cheering, the spotlight shining down on us, and of course, me striking a heroic pose as confetti rained down from the sky. Okay, maybe I was getting a little ahead of myself, but a guy can dream, right?

I glanced out the window, watching the world blur by as the bus rumbled down the street. My mind was buzzing with excitement, imagining the adventures that lay ahead. With Alex and Lily by my side, anything felt possible.

But for now, I had a middle school to conquer and a bus full of admirers to entertain. As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. And apparently, a whole lot of dad jokes.

Ah, Aldera Junior High—the bustling hive of hormonal teenagers, questionable cafeteria food, and the ever-present threat of being beaned in the head by an errant dodgeball. As I sauntered through the crowded halls, I couldn't help but bask in the attention of my adoring fans. You know you've made it when you've got a fan club dedicated to your hallway swagger.

With a casual flick of my hair and a grin that could charm the socks off a gym teacher, I reveled in the whispers and stares that followed me like eager puppies. Some might call it a burden, but for me, it was just another day in the life of Kaelin Godfrey: heartthrob extraordinaire, middle school edition.

As the day wore on and classes dragged by like a snail on a coffee break, I found myself nodding off in Mr. Kalego's class. Now, Mr. Kalego was a character straight out of a comic book—strict, stern, and about as fun as a soggy sandwich. But hey, a guy's gotta get his beauty sleep somehow, right?

So there I was, head bobbing like a dashboard hula dancer as I tried to catch some Z's in the midst of a lecture on the importance of quadratic equations. Spoiler alert: they're not as exciting as they sound.

Mr. Kalego's eyes narrowed as he observed Kaelin's impromptu nap session in the middle of his lecture. He had dealt with his fair share of sleepy students over the years, but this was a new level of audacity. With a quick flick of his wrist, he hurled a piece of chalk at Kaelin's head, fully expecting it to jolt him awake.

However, to Mr. Kalego's nonchalant amusement, the chalk passed right through Kaelin as if he were a mere specter haunting the classroom. Ah, yes, Kaelin's quirk. It had slipped his mind momentarily, but now it all came flooding back.

Suppressing a chuckle, Mr. Kalego couldn't resist a sly grin as he watched Kaelin stir from his slumber. "Mr. Godfrey," he intoned, his voice laced with mock severity. "I trust you enjoyed your little siesta? Perhaps you'd care to grace us with your presence for the remainder of the lesson?"

Kaelin blinked, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. Mr. Kalego resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The boy was trouble, no doubt about it, but there was a certain charm to his antics that Mr. Kalego couldn't help but admire.

With a pointed glance at the chalkboard, Mr. Kalego issued his next challenge. "Since you're so fond of making spectacles of yourself, perhaps you'd like to solve this equation for us. Or are you too busy phasing in and out of reality to bother with algebra?"

With a dramatic sigh that could rival a Shakespearean actor, I rose from my seat and sauntered over to the blackboard. The whole class was watching now, their eyes glued to me like I was the star of some ridiculous sitcom. Well, might as well give them a show, right?

I plucked a piece of chalk from Mr. Kalego's desk with all the finesse of a seasoned magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. The equation stared back at me, all intimidating symbols and squiggly lines. But hey, who needs fear when you've got charm and a winning smile?

I glanced over the question once, my eyes skimming over the numbers and variables like they were old friends catching up at a high school reunion. Then, with a flourish that would make even the most seasoned mathematician swoon, I solved the equation in one fell swoop.

With a satisfied nod, I left the chalk hanging in midair, a silent testament to my mathematical prowess. Who needs gravity when you've got confidence, am I right?

Ignoring the stunned silence that followed, I sauntered back to my seat with all the swagger of a conquering hero. The looks on my classmates' faces were priceless—part confusion, part awe, and maybe just a hint of jealousy.

But hey, a guy's gotta get his beauty sleep, even if it means stealing the spotlight for a quick algebraic stunt. And who knows? Maybe one day they'll thank me for the impromptu math lesson. Or maybe they'll just roll their eyes and go back to doodling in their notebooks. Either way, I'd call it a win-win.

Kalego sensie perspective

The shrill ring of the bell cut through the classroom like a hot knife through butter, signaling the end of yet another thrilling math lesson. With a resigned sigh, I glanced at the clock and realized with a pang of disappointment that it was time for me to bid farewell to my captive audience.

As I gathered my papers and prepared to make my exit, a smirk tugged at the corners of my lips. Ah, the memories of my own junior high days flooded back like a tidal wave of nostalgia. The endless pranks, the awkward crushes, the sheer terror of pop quizzes—I wouldn't trade those memories for all the quadratic equations in the world.

Sure, teaching middle school had its challenges, but it also had its perks. Like the satisfaction of knowing that I was shaping the minds of tomorrow's leaders. Or the joy of witnessing the occasional moment of brilliance, even if it did come from the most unlikely of sources.

With one last fond glance at the chaos unfolding before me, I straightened my tie and headed for the door. Who knows what adventures awaited me in the hallowed halls of Aldera Junior High? But one thing was for certain: I wouldn't trade this job for anything in the world.


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