[Mayflower.93]

This is a Criss Angel fanfic!
Hope you enjoy


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"Ms. Cane!!" A young blonde boy hustled, pointing out the class room door to the hallway, "Cristy's getting into a fight!!" He yelled, excited from the one fight they haven't seen all year. My patients for that girl was beyond empty, and I found myself slightly hoping she got beat this time. But, as the only World history teacher in this Middle School, one of Cristy's, I just had to intervene into the situation that I called 'worthless'.

"Come and sit back down, Greg. I'll handle it." I let out a dramatic sigh. I shoved my way past screaming teens, and hormonal little girls that thought that red lipstick was for minors like them. A whole crowd of them bunched around the fight that was rumbling in the middle of the hallway, screaming and laughing at the new excitement that they've never seen before.

Cristy, my hazard, was rolling on the floor with a really big middle school girl. And I mean big. She was quite large. Enfact, she was a lot like a high-schooler. She had scratches under her left eye, and a tiny bruise on her arm. That was all though. Cristy, however, was bloody from the nose up. Her face was like a bad orange, or an apple for that matter. I couldn't help but to smile. It was just really funny. Seeing pre-teens fight was like watching amateur golf, or something.

I ripped through the roaring crowd that was before me, and found myself in the middle of a head-locking from the other girl to Cristy. I snatched one up by the collar and the other by the sleeve of their arm. They continued to try to swing on each other, but I was a tad bit tougher then they thought. I used my "bulging" muscles to separate them.

"You say something about my brother again, and I'll make sure that you're next year here is a living hell! (I don't know what curse words are allowed! LOL)". The buff girl sprayed out in her thick New York Accent.

"It's not my fault he's the way he is! He looks kind-of stupid with that helmet on!" Cristy yelled back. She yelled just loud enough for the whole crowd to hear, and make noises.

"He's mentally Challenged! Just because nobody at your house is smart enough to see that you are, doesn't mean you gotta make fun of someone else's mind!" She fussed out, "If I knew that you liked the helmet sooooo much, I would have bought you one myself!"

Commotion rang all across the room. I was even laughing. Cristy boiled, charging at the muscular girl, again. I had to work my magic once more, separating them.

"Damn-it! Where is the administrator when you need one?" I spat out, almost tackling myself on the floor with them. This just wasn't my day at all.

All in a sudden, bright, irritating whistles scream through the hall way.

"Finally!"
The principle, and an officer set me free from holding down the fight to handle it themselves. The two girls were pinned to the ground and carried away like prisoners. Administrators came rushing in the hallways to clear all students, sending them back to class.

"Nothing to see here folks! Go back to class! You've got three minutes for else whoever is out in the halls will be suspended!" Dr. Lee shouted out on her mega phone.

I headed back to my room, where the first sight to see was a flying paper ball. I closed my door tight.
"Alright, Class! get back in your seats, open your books!" I bent over to pick up thrown paper, "Seriously guys? Is there a reason for all this trash--"

I was so rudely cut off when I witnessed several of my students gathered around my desk.

"Hey! get off my computer!" I shouted, practically leaping to my desk, "Get away from my desk! Are you guys crazy!?" I fussed more, hitting arms and tops of heads, forcing my students away. "SIT DOWN!" I shouted out, still toppled over the desk and computer.

Everyone scrambled to there seats, smiling and laughing at whatever was on my screen. I sat down in my desk and turned the computer off. Greg and his little 6th grader friends were slighly laughing. I flipped some hair out of my face with an aggravating sigh.

"What are you noodles laughing at!?" I demanded to know.

Greg laughed out loud, causing an uproar of laughter after him, "Whose...@Playfullfrogyoga_master...!!" He laughed out.

I couldn't hold my embarrassment. I instantly grabbed onto the computer, holding it for dear life.
"You read my twitter account??" I was turning colors by now. Greg and all the others nodded with more laughter. I gave off a weak smile, fake to the bone. I knew I was never gonna hear the end of this.



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Forgive misspelled words!!! I'll fix later