Christmas Special
It's Christmas Eve!!! Oh the joy! Oh the love! Oh all the free stuff that you get! Joy to the toy industry and all the money they make during the Xmas season.
But enough about the world, let's focus and me and you. That's right. Christmas Eve. As promised I've got one special Control Theory chapter featuring Dezzi in the Christmas spirit...ok, just stuck in a world full of other people in the Christmas spirit. She still has a little trouble understanding the logic of it all.
Since I'll be doing a normal post later this week (if I can, things are looking iffy) I'm keeping this update short and sweet like all good things are and giving you the chapter right away!
Happy holidays to everyone out there!
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The Detention Before Christmas
The sky was a foggy haze outside the finger-smudged window. The heater spluttered to life and sluggishly sent waves of warm air through the small room. The smell of pine sharpened the senses and cleared the mind while the soft and cheery music made one want to doze off.
A perfect Christmas scene.
“Miss Destler this is Detention not nap time!” Mr. Richards called out sternly from his desk.
So it was not a perfect Christmas scene. Far from it, actually.
Mattie huffed,
Dezzi observed. As per usual Dezzi had gotten Detention. Again. She had the highest GPA out of the entire school with one of the worst detention rates. The price of brilliance.
Mattie grumbled.
Dezzi asked thoughtfully, while carefully ignoring her counterpart,
<-I mean, must you correct the teachers every single they get the slightest bit of information wrong?> the younger girl demanded as the music switched to another holiday song full of cheer and love. Dezzi had to appreciate the irony.
was the explanation.
Dezzi exclaimed,
Mattie sighed and Dezzi was about to comment on how such saying were paradoxical when Vera nudged her in the ribs.
“Could this be any more boring?” the dark-haired teen griped.
“It is your own fault that you are here.” Dezzi pointed out and she glanced around the room at the nine other students besides herself and Vera.
“Yeah,” the other girl sighed, “but it was totally worth it.” She smirked and went back to lounging over her desk, and Vera lounged, she lounged. Like royalty. Though Dezzi knew what the teen was talking about.
The senior’s Christmas prank.
This year had been something special, even the ever-proper Dezzi had to admit. Vera had somehow managed to gather nine of the best senior year troublemakers the school had to offer and cohered them together to set in motion a multilayered plan of Christmas chaos.
The first step had been to put fake snow in all the air vents so that the inside of the school was covered in a fine sheet of white. Next in the plot of madness was dumping dry ice in all the toilets across the campus with all the bathroom lights removed and little goldfish places in all the purposely-clogged drinking fountains. And last, but certainly not least, Vera had masterfully put an ad in the papers that the high school was having a Christmas yard sale with everything seventy percent off, so that the front entrance and yard were decorated with all the teacher’s supplies, books, desks, whiteboards, and even the principal’s car.
Needless to say Dezzi had thought she had entered a war zone when she walked onto campus that morning as mass chaos surrounded her. Vera had been haggling over a price for the principal’s old Sedan by the time school security had caught up with her. Dezzi and Lily had merely sighed as this tale had been told to them over morning math class as they sat on the floor of the empty room where only Mr. Campton’s personal desk had survived what was being called “the fire sale.”
The rest of the day had been spent putting desks and books back in their classrooms, rescuing the poor goldfish, and sweeping up the fake snow. Which led Dezzi back to this detention session. Vera and the other nine convicts had been sentenced to seven weeks of Community Service as punishment, and Detention for today since nothing else could be thought up of in such short notice. Apparently only Mr. Bell, Dezzi’s debate teacher, had found the prank remotely funny. Dezzi assumed it was just because he was slightly crazy and hated teaching class.
“And the look on Mr. Richards’ face...” Vera whispered and Dezzi recalled the look of absolute horror that had crossed her History teacher’s face as he first walked onto campus. Priceless.
Still, it did nothing to improve her situation here and now.
“Aren’t you gonna make us do anything?” one student piped up suddenly.
“No,” Mr. Richards muttered darkly, “wasting your time pointlessly is good enough for me.” The man yawned and propped his feet up on his newly returned desk. His had been in the process of getting loaded into a truck before the police were able to rescue it.
“Might also have something to do with you not having a social life.” The student snapped back and Dezzi saw a slight flush creep onto her History teacher’s face.
“Right Aaron,” she chuckled loud enough so that the entire class could hear, “because spending all your time at home playing video games on your Xbox is the definition of a social life.”
“Snap!” Vera giggled and the rest of the student joined as well. The teen in question turning a very interesting shade of red. He turned around and glared as Dezzi.
“What about you Destler? Where’s your great social life? Oh wait, I forgot, you always have Detention.”
“You do not seem to be doing too much better at the moment.” Dezzi replied smartly, using her “proper-grammar-old-English” voice for all it was worth.
Mattie sang,
Before any more insults could be thrown a deafening boom of a bell sounded throughout the school and halted any more comment.
“Alright, that’s the bell,” Mr. Richards called out, “please don’t get into anymore trouble and have a good holiday break.”
“Freedom!” Vera cheered as she swung her backpack excitedly over her shoulder, “See you over break then Mattie?”
“Quite possibly.” Dezzi smiled and waved goodbye as her friend and all other students crowded the doorway to get out first. Dezzi took her time, as she really did have nothing to go home to.
Mattie whined,
was the dry and sardonic reply.
“Did you know anything about it?”
“What?” Dezzi asked quickly as she realized that Mr. Richards was still seated at his desk and waiting for an answer, “Well, I knew Vera was Vera, but nothing more.” She supplied and her teacher rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“I figured as much.”
“And even if I had known, what could I have done? As I did state; Vera is Vera. Nothing short of death would stop her once she sets a devious goal.”
“That too.” The man smiled and waved her away, “Now go home and enjoy your holiday Mattie.”
“Yes sir.” Dezzi replied and suddenly winced, “I mean, Mr. Richards.” She corrected and quickly walked over to the door to beat a hasty retreat before stopping suddenly and turning around once more to her History teacher.
“Merry Christmas, sir.”
“Merry Christmas, Mattie Destler.”
But enough about the world, let's focus and me and you. That's right. Christmas Eve. As promised I've got one special Control Theory chapter featuring Dezzi in the Christmas spirit...ok, just stuck in a world full of other people in the Christmas spirit. She still has a little trouble understanding the logic of it all.
Since I'll be doing a normal post later this week (if I can, things are looking iffy) I'm keeping this update short and sweet like all good things are and giving you the chapter right away!
Happy holidays to everyone out there!
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The Detention Before Christmas
The sky was a foggy haze outside the finger-smudged window. The heater spluttered to life and sluggishly sent waves of warm air through the small room. The smell of pine sharpened the senses and cleared the mind while the soft and cheery music made one want to doze off.
A perfect Christmas scene.
“Miss Destler this is Detention not nap time!” Mr. Richards called out sternly from his desk.
So it was not a perfect Christmas scene. Far from it, actually.
Mattie huffed,
Dezzi observed. As per usual Dezzi had gotten Detention. Again. She had the highest GPA out of the entire school with one of the worst detention rates. The price of brilliance.
Mattie grumbled.
Dezzi asked thoughtfully, while carefully ignoring her counterpart,
<-I mean, must you correct the teachers every single they get the slightest bit of information wrong?> the younger girl demanded as the music switched to another holiday song full of cheer and love. Dezzi had to appreciate the irony.
was the explanation.
Dezzi exclaimed,
Mattie sighed and Dezzi was about to comment on how such saying were paradoxical when Vera nudged her in the ribs.
“Could this be any more boring?” the dark-haired teen griped.
“It is your own fault that you are here.” Dezzi pointed out and she glanced around the room at the nine other students besides herself and Vera.
“Yeah,” the other girl sighed, “but it was totally worth it.” She smirked and went back to lounging over her desk, and Vera lounged, she lounged. Like royalty. Though Dezzi knew what the teen was talking about.
The senior’s Christmas prank.
This year had been something special, even the ever-proper Dezzi had to admit. Vera had somehow managed to gather nine of the best senior year troublemakers the school had to offer and cohered them together to set in motion a multilayered plan of Christmas chaos.
The first step had been to put fake snow in all the air vents so that the inside of the school was covered in a fine sheet of white. Next in the plot of madness was dumping dry ice in all the toilets across the campus with all the bathroom lights removed and little goldfish places in all the purposely-clogged drinking fountains. And last, but certainly not least, Vera had masterfully put an ad in the papers that the high school was having a Christmas yard sale with everything seventy percent off, so that the front entrance and yard were decorated with all the teacher’s supplies, books, desks, whiteboards, and even the principal’s car.
Needless to say Dezzi had thought she had entered a war zone when she walked onto campus that morning as mass chaos surrounded her. Vera had been haggling over a price for the principal’s old Sedan by the time school security had caught up with her. Dezzi and Lily had merely sighed as this tale had been told to them over morning math class as they sat on the floor of the empty room where only Mr. Campton’s personal desk had survived what was being called “the fire sale.”
The rest of the day had been spent putting desks and books back in their classrooms, rescuing the poor goldfish, and sweeping up the fake snow. Which led Dezzi back to this detention session. Vera and the other nine convicts had been sentenced to seven weeks of Community Service as punishment, and Detention for today since nothing else could be thought up of in such short notice. Apparently only Mr. Bell, Dezzi’s debate teacher, had found the prank remotely funny. Dezzi assumed it was just because he was slightly crazy and hated teaching class.
“And the look on Mr. Richards’ face...” Vera whispered and Dezzi recalled the look of absolute horror that had crossed her History teacher’s face as he first walked onto campus. Priceless.
Still, it did nothing to improve her situation here and now.
“Aren’t you gonna make us do anything?” one student piped up suddenly.
“No,” Mr. Richards muttered darkly, “wasting your time pointlessly is good enough for me.” The man yawned and propped his feet up on his newly returned desk. His had been in the process of getting loaded into a truck before the police were able to rescue it.
“Might also have something to do with you not having a social life.” The student snapped back and Dezzi saw a slight flush creep onto her History teacher’s face.
“Right Aaron,” she chuckled loud enough so that the entire class could hear, “because spending all your time at home playing video games on your Xbox is the definition of a social life.”
“Snap!” Vera giggled and the rest of the student joined as well. The teen in question turning a very interesting shade of red. He turned around and glared as Dezzi.
“What about you Destler? Where’s your great social life? Oh wait, I forgot, you always have Detention.”
“You do not seem to be doing too much better at the moment.” Dezzi replied smartly, using her “proper-grammar-old-English” voice for all it was worth.
Mattie sang,
Before any more insults could be thrown a deafening boom of a bell sounded throughout the school and halted any more comment.
“Alright, that’s the bell,” Mr. Richards called out, “please don’t get into anymore trouble and have a good holiday break.”
“Freedom!” Vera cheered as she swung her backpack excitedly over her shoulder, “See you over break then Mattie?”
“Quite possibly.” Dezzi smiled and waved goodbye as her friend and all other students crowded the doorway to get out first. Dezzi took her time, as she really did have nothing to go home to.
Mattie whined,
was the dry and sardonic reply.
“Did you know anything about it?”
“What?” Dezzi asked quickly as she realized that Mr. Richards was still seated at his desk and waiting for an answer, “Well, I knew Vera was Vera, but nothing more.” She supplied and her teacher rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“I figured as much.”
“And even if I had known, what could I have done? As I did state; Vera is Vera. Nothing short of death would stop her once she sets a devious goal.”
“That too.” The man smiled and waved her away, “Now go home and enjoy your holiday Mattie.”
“Yes sir.” Dezzi replied and suddenly winced, “I mean, Mr. Richards.” She corrected and quickly walked over to the door to beat a hasty retreat before stopping suddenly and turning around once more to her History teacher.
“Merry Christmas, sir.”
“Merry Christmas, Mattie Destler.”