Oh My Beauty!

Kring..kring..kringgg.....

The sound of the school bell that never loses it's enthusiasm was heard, awakening the ones that have dozed off and stimulating everyone's brain to produce electrical impulses that recharges the body's battery that was about to die out.

"Okay class, school's over. Please pack your stuff and you may do whatever duties you have planned such as having a tea party with your dolls or something of that sort," Mr San Rodriz ordered in a gloomy mood. A slight sign of relief was evident on his face.

"Sir, can I have a tea party with you? My doll ran away yesterday and scribbled something in my History book, 'I will follow you after school and make sure to bring you somewhere special, a museum where I keep my collections'. Wohahahaha!" Peter's intriguing joke ended like a witch who forgot her usual way of cackling.

Allen elbowed him and replied, "That's why I don't even keep teddy bears in my room!" The whole class burst into fits of laughter after their lame jokes. Mr. Rodriz snorted and left the class, another act that made some fall down, laughing. Luckily, he didn't fart or burp out his annoyance, it would have been the current trending news of Sherewoods.

His actions weren't surprising to any of them, though when compared with once upon a time, it was conspicuously unusual.

The once cheerful and motivated teacher, is now a totally new entity on Earth. His unique way of teaching with optimistic and humorous explanations was a special talent he owned, something that almost every student will yearn for. It instilled hope and determination to learn in his students. Unfortunately, something had changed him, an unknown factor no one knows about. In addition to his gloomy mood, his pale complexion makes him appear as someone who has been deprived of hope in their life. He doesn't even take part in environmental activities anymore!

Despite the numerous efforts put in by the students, everything was futile. Nothing seemed to persuade him.

With something strange going on, students didn't miss their chance of paving a road of gossip fuel which many use to heat their conversations up. Among the many rumours spread, the most popular one claims that Mr. Rodriz has been affected by 'dissociative identity disorder', something that seems both reasonable and unreasonable at the same time.

However, will 'DID' last for a few months straight with the same type of personality refusing to change shifts with the other ones in the body?

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"Yay, finally I can go home and cuddle in my cozy bed!" Emma was over the moon as she could finally rest after a long exhausting day.

"Is your work only sleeping or what, dude?" Cloey asked while arching her right eyebrow. "Sleeping is the key to beauty. That's why I call myself the Sleeping Beauty... because I sleep a lot!" Emma tried to mimic a princess, but failed miserably. Cloey broke into laughter after hearing her friend's honest opinion. They shared their giggle until suddenly....

THUD!!!

Cloey fell with her legs crossed, Emma leaning against the wall after a direct hit with it, causing her legs to feel like jelly. A boy, their classmate, fell face flat on the floor. His hand was behind him, scratching his back. The three of them were in awkward positions that caught the attention of curious eyes passing by.

"Hey, watch it!!! And ewww....what are you doing?!"

"OMG!!! Are you okay bro?" Cloey intervened. She lifted his face by grabbing his hair, to see whether he was still in good shape or he accidentally broke his nose, or if he was still breathing.

"Ouch," he let out a cry which she didn't comprehend.

"Ooo, you're breathing bro! And nothing serious. Just bleeding lips. Here use this plaster," Cloey offered an act of kindness.

"Gee, thanks," his muffled voice was heard, as Cloey released her grip on his hair, causing his face to land on the floor again.

He slowly picked up his normal coordination level, while Emma was resting her head on Cloey's shoulder, her dizziness from hitting the wall slowly deteriorating.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you guys. It's my fault," Danial apologised for their fall.

"I thought a bull charged at us just now!" Emma felt unsatisfied while feeling her face with her slim fingers to make sure it was still flawless.

"How about a treat at Little Book Hut?" he offered with a worried smile. A tingle of guilt was felt in his heart.

"Not too bad. Fine, anything for food!" Emma exclaimed. "And books! And hot chocolate, in a breezy evening in winter!" Cloey added. "DEAL!" the three of them agreed in unison.

"By the way, did you guys check out the notice board?" Danial suddenly remembered something.

"Nope, I've never even bothered to go there," Emma said slyly. When it's about latest news, Cloey was her only dependable source. "Thanks, will stop by though!" Cloey waved farewell to Danial before dragging Emma with her towards the place mentioned earlier.

"I thought a model always follows a strict diet. So much for your body care, huh?" Cloey tried to irritate Emma.

"After all, it's not a big deal at all. Someone beautiful should know how to forgive, to maintain a good reputation. It's the fundamentals!" Emma defended herself, with her usual overconfidence.

A massive crowd had gathered in front of the notice board. Squishing their way in seemed impossible, but waiting didn't seem like an option either as it seemed rather exasperating. So, they gradually ended up squishing their way through, like a guppy fish going through a narrow underwater opening between stones.

Emma was questioning herself whether all this was necessary. They could always wait, for the next day or next week, maybe even next year. She was feeling uneasy, especially when she felt as if hundreds of eels were colliding with her.

But something more interesting was awaiting them.

"Oh my.."

"Beauty...."

Their jaws dropped open.