Missing Pieces

Ch.5: High School and Hot Teachers



Sarah dragged Anthony to several stores, and not once did she choose something that he wanted. She even bought him make up and finger nail polish! He didn’t want to know how she was thinking about dressing him up. She had his hair cut in a fashion that made his bangs hang over one eye and the back was spiked up with gel.



Once they got home, Anthony put on the clothes he was given: slightly baggy jeans with chains, a tight grey shirt with dark blue designs, and a pair of black Converse shoes. Sarah’s grin was so wide and happy that it was almost scary, when he walked out of his room.



“And now its time for the final touches.” Sarah declared as she took his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. Anthony just sighed and decided not to argue with her.



Anthony sat on the sink’s counter top as Sarah set out all the make up. “Do boy’s really wear make up?”



“Yes, but not all of them, so don’t worry about it.” Sarah moved his bangs to the side with one hand and began to apply make up to his eyes with the other. Her face was so close to his that he could feel her gentle breathing on his face, Anthony couldn’t help but blush a little.



“Um, Sarah could I ask you a question?” Anthony asked as she switched to his other eye to work on.



“Sure what is it?” She asked, looking into his hazel eyes briefly as she did.



“Did you and Moore ever have a ‘thing’ for each other?” Anthony noticed how her smiling face turned blank at the question.



“No. Moore had a small crush on your mother at the time and only saw me as a friend.” Sarah, done with his eye make up, put up the make up and took out a bottle of dark blue, almost black, nail polish.



“But you liked him didn’t you?”



Sarah took Anthony’s hand and began to put on the paint, “I still do, but he is so unemotional now and days that I’m not sure what to think.”



“Actually,” Anthony started, “Ever since you arrived here I’ve seen more emotion from him than I thought possible.”

Sarah sighed unhappily and started on his other hand, “Don’t go and start getting my hopes up. I would more likely fall in love with you, than Moore would fall in love with me.”



“You know, that hurt.” Anthony said jokingly about her comment.



Sarah chuckled and capped the polish after she was done, “Don’t take it personally, you’re a very handsome emo-kid that could pass as my son.”



Anthony got off the counter and looked in the mirror at himself. His eyes widened at his reflex ion, sure enough he looked like a high school kid, “All I need now is some piercings and a bad attitude.”



Sarah giggled, “I knew this look would work on you!”



Both of them left the bathroom and walked into the living room only to come to a stop when they entered. Moore sat in his seat like usual, except his white hair was now a light coffee brown. Moore looked up from his chess game and up at Anthony, “Well you look like a high schooler now, don’t you? You did well Sarah.”



Sarah stared wide eyed at Moore, a blush turning her cheeks red. She walked over to him and ran a hand through his dyed hair. “Why did you dye your hair?”



“I have my reasons.” He replied and Sarah continued to run her fingers through his hair.



Anthony watched them awkwardly for a moment, until Moore’s head fell forward and his eyes closed…



Immediately Moore shot up out of his seat and turned to Sarah, “Don’t touch my hair!”



Anthony’s eyes widened at the emotion in Moore’s voice. Sarah cocked her head to the side. “Why?”



“Because you made me fall asleep and sleep makes me not smart!” Moore stated as he fixed his hair. Anthony put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud. After composing himself Moore pointed to the door. “You two should head off to school, before it gets too late.”



* * *



Sarah pulled up to the school and parked Moore’s car in one of the teacher parking spots. She turned off the engine and turned to look at Anthony, “Are you ready for your first day of high school?”



Anthony rolled his eyes, “Let’s just get this over with.”



Sarah smiled, “That’s the spirit, Emo-kid!”



They both exited the car and headed to the school’s office. Sarah checked Anthony in, before sending him off to class. “Don’t worry, I’m going to be your fourth block teacher, so you will be able to come home with me.”



Anthony took his schedule from Sarah, “Oh joy.” He said sarcastically before heading off to his first class.



He was a bit late to his first class, so when Anthony entered he class room, everyone who occupied it turned to stare at him. He looked around before handing the teacher his schedule to confirm that this was his class. Meg Carter was no where to be seen in the class, which was a relief because Anthony didn’t feel like watching her. Math was not his forte.

Anthony took his seat at the back of the class after the teacher introduced him and handed back his slip of paper. Math, he thought to himself, it shouldn’t be too hard. He had gone through college algebra and calculus already, so elementary algebra should be a piece of cake.



But he was wrong. The first sheet of paper that he received made him feel as if he were trying to read another language. The kids were right when they said that they wouldn’t use a lot of the math in their real lives. Anthony tried to answer the questions, but he didn’t try too hard. He had already been through school, it wasn’t like he needed a good 4.0 to graduate.



Anthony was glad when the bell rang, his next class was English and THAT he knew how to do. He packed up his stuff and slung his back pack over his shoulder before heading out into the hallway to his next class. He looked at his slip of paper and tried to navigate his way to his class when he bumped into someone.



Looking up he quickly apologized but stood frozen after realizing he had just bumped into Meg Carter.



“It’s okay,” She said to his apology, “Your new right?”



Anthony nodded. “That’s right, you wouldn’t happen to know where my class is would you?”



Anthony showed Meg his paper and she smiled, “Sure, out those doors and it’s the first class on your left in the next hallway.”



Anthony thanked her before watching her walk off. It was a weird feeling meeting his half sister without her knowing who he was.



Following her directions, Anthony made his way to his next class. He didn’t have any trouble with the assignments that were given out. He had already read Hamlet and knew the story by heart; so when the teacher asked if he wanted to skip the assignment he declined. He even heard a few whispered, “Show off’s” through out the class.



He felt sort of good by the time this third block class came around for a few reasons: 1: Antony was a Jock in his high school days and going to P.E. was like having a free period for him. 2: After P.E. was lunch, and food was also a good thing. 3: After third block was fourth, which meant that he’d be going home soon.



As he entered P.E. he was all but ready for things to get started, especially when the teacher announced they’d be playing basketball (his favorite sport), but it was when the teacher told them to change that he got slightly nervous.

The boy’s would be sure to notice a ‘few’ things about his adult body that no other younger kid of his age would have. So when he entered the changing rooms, he immediately sought out the stalls. He could hear a couple of the boy’s whispering about him being a wimp, but Anthony could care less what those teenagers thought of him.



When he exited with the other boys, he noticed a couple of stares that were directed his way. He couldn’t understand why they were staring. So his legs were a bit hairy and he had more muscles than many of the other boys in the class, but that didn’t mean that they should stare at him as if he were a freak of nature.



They did some stretches before they moved into teams. Sadly he was not team captain so he was picked last; obviously because the other boy’s thought that he wasn’t worth the effort. The coach stood between Anthony and another boy who was on the opposing team.



“Prepare to lose, Shorty.” Said the other boy tauntingly.



Antony couldn’t help but grin evilly, “Oh, I’m so scared.” He said sarcastically.



The other boy gave him a glare and the coach blew the whistle to begin the game. The other boy, who was obviously taller than him, went after the ball with half an effort, but Anthony didn’t. He jumped high and seized the ball before taking it down the court. He scored a shot before the boys could recover from their awed state.



“T-that’s a fowl!” Shouted the boy on the opposing team to the coach.



The coach shook his head, “Nope, it was fair. Three points to the offensive!”

The boy grunted in annoyance and the class continued the game.



At the end of class, the boys went back to the changing rooms, some of them taking showers. Anthony dicided not to go to the stalls, since they were all taken, and began to change in the locker room. Before he could even lift his shirt over his head he was interrupted by the same boy he had defeated in the game.



“Don’t think that you can make a fool of me and get away with it, Shorty.” He growled as he tried to intimidate Anthony.

Anthony rolled his eyes and continued to take off his shirt, “You made a fool of yourself all on your own, there was no need for me to help you out there.” He continued to get undressed and redressed without an interruption from the other boy. He turned to see the boy staring at him oddly and Anthony closed his locker and turned to him, “You shouldn’t stare at me like that, people might get the wrong idea.”



There were snickers in the locker room as Anthony left, the other boy was left glaring at him. Anthony didn’t waste any time in getting to the lunch room to retrieve his meal. He found an empty table at the back of the room and took a seat there. It was a good place to observe the other students and the didn’t feel like sitting with a bunch of noisy kids either.



He was enjoying his small meal when he spotted a red headed, freckled faced, girl walking over to his table. It was then that he realized it was Meg Carter. He tried to act neutral as she came to sit with him.



“So, New-Kid, how has school been so far?” She asked as she began to dig into her own lunch.



“Oh, the usual: Bad at math, love English, and I taught a bully a lesson on manners in gym class. What about you?”



She shrugged her shoulders, “The usual. So why did you come to this school?”



Anthony figured that school wasn’t going to be a big topic, but she was getting to be a bit suspicious with asking about his parents. He tried to think up something off the top of his head, “My mom goes from place to place, its like she’s hiding from the law or something! In fact she is the new substitute teacher for my chemistry class.”



Meg nodded, she seemed to buy into it. “My dad is great,” she started, making Anthony frown, “He is always teaching me new things and telling me how well I’m doing. He says I’m going to grow up to be something special.”



Meg’s smile faded as she turned to see Anthony clearly upset. He scowled as he replied, “I hate my dad.”



Meg tried to laugh it off, “I knew there had to be something you disliked, you are an Emo kid after all.”

Anthony played with the leftovers on his tray, “Yeah, I guess.”



* * *

Anthony left lunch early, Meg didn’t seemed concerned about it, and headed off to Sarah’s class. He needed to speak to her. As he approched the class, he looked into the room through the doors glass window and spotted Sarah eating alone at her desk. He knocked and got her attention so that she could unlock the locked door.



She opened the door, “Class doesn’t start until the bell rings.”



Anthony just shook his head, “Just let me in, I need to talk to you about something.”



Sarah moved to the side and allowed him in before relocking the door. She walked over to sit at her desk and clean up her lunch, “So what’s the matter?” She asked in a motherly tone, “Did the kids pick on you?”



“No, but I made a new friend.” He said in the same tone before going back to being serious, “Meg Carter is trying to get to know me…” Anthony then preceded to tell Sarah about the encounters he had with the girl criminal.



Sarah leaned back in her teacher’s chair and put her hands behind her head in thought, “This might be what Moore was talking about. If you can get close to Meg, then maybe she will tell you about her powers or better, what she is doing criminally.”



Anthony nodded, “That does seem pretty smart.” It was then that the bell rang.



Sarah sat up straight, “Now go to your seat, class has started!” She got up and went to unlock the door to allow the line of kids inside.



Sarah organized her desk as the kids walked in and went to their seats, their mouths moving quicker than they were.

There was a loud clash that sounded a lot like thunder and the class was silent, they all had their attention on Sarah who had her hands together as if she had clapped her hands.



“Now that I have your attention, there are some things that you should know,” Sarah started in a stern voice, “There will be no unnecessary talking, tom-foolery, or dilly-dallying in this class. Is that clear?”



The class was silent, some of them nodded. The boy who sat next to Anthony at their shared table leaned over and whispered, “It’s like she is Professor Snape or something!”



Anthony looked at him oddly, “Professor Who?”



The boy had long, messy, blonde hair and big blue eyes, “You know, off of Harry Potter?” the boy shook his head, “Oh never mind, anyways-”



The boy was suddenly interrupted by Sarah, “Didn’t I just say no unnecessary talking?!”



“But this IS necessary!” Argued the boy, which Anthony knew that was a bad idea.



Sarah glared at him then the attendance before looking aback at him with an awful grin, “Oh, it seems that you, Ambrose Knowles, were tardy to class.”



Ambrose’s mouth hung open but he closed it after deciding it was best not to argue with her again. Sarah took out a burner and hooked it up to the gas line at her table in the front of the class, before she lit it with a sparker. “I want all of you to do as I just did, I’m going to hand out small glass rods to every table. DON’T do anything with them until I’ve instructed you to do so.”



Anthony watched as she passed out the rods, and it was then that he noticed Meg had the same class as him. Meg noticed him staring at her and she smiled and waved at him. Anthony turned away, was this really a good thing? To have Meg Carter and Sarah Du’vall in the same class with CHEMICALS?



Anthony got a tap on his shoulder and he turned to the boy who sat behind him. “What?”



“Dude, how old do you think the sub is? She is totally hot!”



Anthony rolled his eyes, “She is 40 and she is my mom!”



Anyone who was in hearing range of the conversation turned to stare at Anthony and then Sarah, as if comparing them to see if they truly were related.



Once Sarah was done passing out the glass rods, she went back to her desk. As she did, Anthony observed the class: many students were having trouble lighting their fires, while others who already had theirs lit, tried to help the ones who were having trouble.



Anthony turned to Meg. For a moment she looked around cautiously before running her hand over the gas to light the fire with her power. Anthony’s eyes widened, Sarah had been right! Meg must have caught Anthony staring because she quickly turned to look at him. A light blush developed on her cheeks from being caught. She put her finger to her lips silently telling him to keep it a secret.



Their attention was brought back to Sarah as she started to give instructions:



Sarah picked up her glass rod and let the middle of it sit over the fire, “First, make sure you hold the very end of your glass rod other wise you will burn yourself. Second, only let the glass rod sit on the point of the flame.”

Sarah began to pull at the rod and the class stared in awe as it moved apart like warm taffy. She began to move it away from the fire and twisted the glass.



“After a while your glass rod will become flexible and you willl be able to minipulate it into any shape.” She continued to put her glass rod over the fire and twist and turn it as she spoke.



“But be careful, the glass rod cools quickly and when its hot, well you can’t see a difference, there is no color change. So before touching the heated part of your glass rods let your hand over it. You should be able to tell if its still hot or not.”



As the other students began to experiment, Anthony watched Sarah rod she was still playing with her glass rod. His eyes widened when she was done. Sarah had made a perfect glass rose, stem and all. Another student noticed as well.



“Whoa how did you do that!?”



“That’s so cool!”



As everyone complemented on what Sarah had done, Anthony looked over to Meg. She had her glass rod over the fire, but her suspicious gaze was on Sarah. He looked at Sarah then Meg again. He frowned, Sarah had used her powers to get Meg to be suspicious about her.



“Hey Anthony?” Whispered Ambrose next to him.



Anthony turned to the younger boy, “Yeah, what is it?”



“Do you know Meg personally?”



Anthony frowned and looked forward at Sarah, “Sort of, its complicated.”



Ambrose picked up his glass rod and put it over his fire, a strange seriousness in his stare that reminded him of a younger Sarah. “Just be careful. Meg can have an awful temper.”



Anthony turned to look at the young boy once again, “Did something happen between you two?”



Ambrose turned and moved his long blond hair out of his face revealing his forehead. Near his eye brown and on his forehead was a jagged scar. “I didn’t get this from any normal accident.”



Anthony was quiet as Ambrose went back to his experiment. Maybe he could get information on Meg through Ambrose?



Suddenly Ambrose stood up quickly, making his chair topple over with a loud crash. Everyone who turned to look at him were shocked to see what had happened. Ambrose must have accidentally touched the melted part of his glass rod because even though is hand wasn’t closed around the glass rod, it stuck to his palm.



Tears began to run down the boys cheeks but no one dared to make fun of him for it. “Ms. Du’vall can I be excused?” He asked in a surprisingly calm voice.



Sarah had been helping another student when she turned to look at Ambrose. Whatever scolding she was going to yell at him faded once she saw his predicament. Sarah go up and rushed over to where Ambrose stood. She took a hold of his wrist and said, “Brace yourself.” Before she ripped the glass rod from the boys skin.





Ambrose’s palm was now red and bleeding from where the glass had burned and ripped away his tender skin. Sarah turned to Meg, “Ms. Carter, please escort Ambrose to the nurses office.”



Meg nodded and stood to walk Ambrose out of the class. It wasn’t long after they left that the bell rang.

Anthony packed his bag and walked to the front of the class room to sit in Sarah’s chair as she picked up the class room. He sighed and leaned back in the chair, “I want to go home.”



Sarah chuckled as she finished putting things away, “I’m sure your day was more eventful than mine.”





(A/N: Yes another chapter...)