Kwentong Guro: A Special Anthology for Teachers

Xavion hated the winter. It wasn't just the cold that he disliked; it was also the flues and sicknesses that came with it; also low heating, and definitely the bad weather and countless accidents. It was just bad altogether. So, why was he standing in nearly a foot of snow, with a brown coat on, and two cups of coffee in his gloved hands? Well, a friend had asked for some coffee to be picked up this morning, and since she was too lazy to get it herself; he became the gentleman, and volunteered to take his time with the errand. Unfortunately, as bad as his timing was, the street light was taking forever for him to get across the street, so that he can make his way back to his warm desk in the classroom. His ears picked up the laughter of children running a muck, throwing snowballs every which way. One of them in particular, thought it was funny to hit his backside with a hard snowball. It made a small wet patch on his coat, which made him roll his eyes in annoyance. That wasn't the only thing that he had coming. Another ran up to him, none too shyly, and dropped a small pile of snow down his shirt. At first, he felt nothing, until the cold his skin. "Aggh!" With a blink of his eyes, the world suddenly slowed down around him. The boy who threw the snow was only mere seconds of running away from him. The mugs Xavion held, were let go the split second his body gave the reaction. Instead of falling, they stayed still in mid-air, and as quickly as Xavion could, he dried his clothes using a heating spell. Then time ran ahead again. The boy ran away laughing his mouth off, and the mugs fell back into Xavion's hands. The only reaction the boy saw Xavion do, was give a short shrug of his clothes, before walking across the street. The light had turned red, so he was on his way back to school.  "Children these days have no manners," He retorted glumly.   The walk back to the school was uneventful. Besides the cars roaming by, and the people taking their chances trying not to slip upon the thin ice that was on the sidewalk; Xavion did his best to make sure the mugs of coffee were completely heated by the time he arrived upon the doorsteps of the school.    Standing before him, was a tall building that had the Victorian-Style to it. There was a tower that looked like a castle’s in front, while the rest looked like a normal part of the school. The exterior was surrounded by many roses of every color, with a bird bath in the front yard, some berry bushes here and there; The Principal was very fond of roses and their colors. The school itself was colored a dull grey, with some vines sticking here and there, since trees also grew in this part of the city. The spokes above were colored black, just because the Principal wanted it that way.    In front of Xavion stood the doors of the school, which was nothing but bleak glass, and behind them, no students stood in his way; something he was grateful for. Looking around with a suspicious expression, he used his mind carefully to keep one of the mugs steady in mid-air, using his concentration to open one of the doors. Quickly grabbing the hot mug, he walks on in, the tiles making his footsteps too loud for his liking.    “Ah, Xavion, come back from the coffee run, have you?” a sudden voice asks, opening the door to the main office.   It was the Principal, himself; Spencer Kahler. He wore his famous dark red tuxedo with a white bowtie, brown shoes, and a wrist watch which he normally checked after a few seconds of Xavion’s presence. The man knew how to run a school with proficiency and honest work. Running a hand through his dark brown hair, Spencer gives Xavion a small smirk, noticing the mugs in the Professor’s hands.    “As impatient as I am, I don’t see why Cheryl has picked a greater chance,” Xavion replies in a sarcastic tone, causing Spencer to chuckle.   Taking the mugs from the male’s hands, the two men gave a small nod, before the mugs were taken to Cheryl’s office down the hall, to which she yelled a thank you in Xavion’s direction. Giving a wave, he went on his way. Shaking his coat off none too gently, and hanging it upon the coat rack in the lounge, Xavion straightened up his blue and white suit’s shirt and jacket, before making his way down the hall towards his classroom.    The place wasn’t as packed with many visitors and students; some of which were maintaining their conversations on the second and third floor, for some reason. Xavion weaved through the women and men that stood about, either gossiping or giving a chortle about something or other. On his way to his classroom, Xavion was stopped by someone grabbing his wrist, causing him to turn his sharp blue eyes towards the figure who stopped him.    “Pardon me, Professor,” a soft voice spoke, making Xavion’s eyebrow raise.    The one holding his wrist was none other than Samantha Williams. The girl that others would call a Teacher’s Pet. She wore the black and blue uniform, with the crest of the school’s symbol on her right breast, and held books underneath her arm. She wore her long golden brown hair down upon her shoulders with a bright blue bow holding up a small ponytail upon her head; while her bangs nearly hid the gentle green of her eyes that stared up into his with happiness and joy.   “May I help you, Samantha?” he asks in a curious tone, taking his hand away from hers, which she didn’t react to.    “Yes sir. There’s something I wanted to share with you.”   “And what, pray tell, would that be?”   “Follow me, and you’ll see…”   She took his hand once again, and led him down the hallway, away from his classroom and towards another part of the school that he’s never explored before. The walls were colored a dark purple in this area, and some graffiti was placed on some parts of the ceiling and floor. They took some turns here and there, making Xavion wonder what this was all about.    Where is she taking me? He wondered, frowning now as he didn’t have much time to waste. Class would be starting soon!   “Samantha, with all due respect, I don’t have time for thi-” he began to explain, until he stopped abruptly behind her.   Letting go of his hand, Samantha beamed up at him with a bright smile.    “I promise you, this won’t take long!”   In front of him were a pair of doors, which made Xavion’s heart suddenly skip. What was going on here? Did they...did she...find out who he was…? No. There was no way she could have known. He couldn’t get ahead of himself.    Giving a deep sigh, his hands running through his black hair, he nods. “Continue.”   Opening the doors with a golden key, Samantha pushed them open to reveal a pitch black room, and once the two stepped inside, bright lights of color turned on and cheers were heard from all over the room.    The room looked like it was decorated for a party, and students that he recognized were standing around in certain areas, wearing shirts that had Professor Xavion’s face on it, with a caption underneath it.   Best Teacher Ever!   “What’s all this?” Xavion asks with bewilderment.    “Happy Teacher’s Day, Professor X!” the students yelled with excitement, before giving hoots and screams of cheer.    Teacher’s Day?    It was today?   He had no idea.   Samantha placed a crown upon his head, when he allowed her to, and began applauding him.    “We have planned this for weeks, sir. We all appreciate you as the best teacher of this school. Though strict you can be, you have shown and taught us so much! We asked Principal Kahler if it was fine to throw you a party as a thank you to you, and he approved!”   Xavion had no idea what to say or how to react. He was quite shocked, but also very touched.    “I...I don’t know what to say…”   He thought for a moment, and gave a small smile. “You’ve all been such good students. It would be hard to say that I’m not thrilled you all appreciate me. As I have taught for many years, it was you who have taught me things as well. You are all strong and independent pupils, and I accept this invitation of gratitude.”   The students cheered and applauded him, as he walked on through the long line of students who gave him pats on the back and handshakes. A chair up ahead was decorated as a throne, in which he sat on, smiling from ear to ear as the students turned on some music and began dancing about. Desserts were given, and many memories were shared.  As all this went on, Xavion wondered...was the coffee run just an excuse to get him out of the school so that the students can set this up for him?   He remembered what Spencer had said, “Cheryl wouldn’t get anywhere today if she doesn’t have her coffee. Just do us all a favor and get it for her, or it’ll be death row for all of us.”   Smirking, Xavion shook her head.    Sneaky.    Really sneaky.    The End