Saint Peter

First off, I have to give kudos, moxie, props and whatever else you can throw at Miss Elerding. Second off? I actually have a second off.

Saint Peter

Peter's class was looking forward to today for today was April 1st - better known as April Fool's Day and everyone of those students knew that he was the best class clown, the funniest, and always had the best pranks. For instance, last year he had locked the entrance doors to the school and everyone had to congregate outside - teachers and all - and then he turned on the sprinklers. Two years ago Peter even rigged the PA system at school to play "Highway To Hell" over and over all day - and no one could stop it until the next day (a few hours into the next day).

The class held their breath as they went into the school - and found the door unlocked. They held their breath as they sat down - and didn't hear a song. They held their breath every time the door opened to see when Peter was going to make his entrance.

Peter walked into the classroom calmly, everyone's eyes on him - awaiting for the excitement. He sat down in his seat and slowly got out his materials, ready for the day. He was quiet and well-behaved. Shocking the classmates and the faculty. The day seemed to go on without incident - though everyone was simply waiting for the prank, the con, the laughter. When the final bell rang that day, Peter got this belongings and made his way to the door, only to be stopped by a quiet classmate of his who rarely spoke up, a classmate who seemed to always be in her own world, a classmate who no one really knew, she stopped him and asked him what was wrong.

Peter smiled sadly and said, "This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four. - Mark Twain." And with that, he walked away, leaving the girl behind in his dancing shadow.

Until Next Time