A First Day ( Open )

[Aurora]

Watch your mouth
Oh, oh, oh
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I'm sure you'd want, want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that

While the girl was shy, her music wasn't. Quietly playing in her ears as Aurora walked down the hall to her next class, she stepped around people. Her hazel eyes avoided everyone, and she just hugged her bag tightly to her form.

Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in

Why had she signed up for this class? Because she loved to cook. It had been something earlier on that she had began to teach herself. From need. Her mother had been working crazy hours, with three different jobs. Aurora had to learn to clean, cook, and do everything around the house at a young age. She'd learn more of the same in this class. That was why she had asked for it.

The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you're a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

Her flat dark green slip on shoes stopped as she walked into the classroom. Her hazel eyes went wide. There, standing where the teacher was suppose to be...stood a giant. Her mouth was slightly open, and her hands clutched the bag tighter. Normal people scared her, but a giant? Aurora seemed on the verge of fainting.

That's when you stu-stu-stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word gets you a step closer to hell

That's when you stu-stu-stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word gets you a step closer to hell
Quickly, her knee length white skirt swishing around her, Aurora took a seat in the very middle of the class. Her hazel eyes were locked on her desk top, trying to calm herself down. If she could just calm down, she could... just relax. And enjoy the class she had been looking forward to. If he was the teacher, he couldn't be that bad...right?

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

Aurora sat there, huddled over her desk waiting for class to start. Her dark green button up shirt was fully buttoned, and her red hair was pulled back into a long braid. It would do no good getting her hair in whatever they would be cooking. Cooking. That calmed her down. After all, while she wasn't the best or a genius at it...cooking relaxed the shy girl. It was something she could do with all her heart, and not be called down for. At least, most of the time.

I am
Alone in this bed, house, and head
And she never fixes this
But at least she...

I am
Alone, in this bedroom
She never fixes this
But at least she...

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time

The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you're a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians

That was when Aurora noticed her music was still playing. Quickly, she turned off her mp3, and pulled out the earphones. No need to cause problems on her first day. Hopefully, class would start soon...and everything would be just fine. She just wished Zade was here.

[Aurora]

Aurora sat there, her feet resting on the bar under her chair. Just sat there, staring at the desk top. Sure, those hazel eyes glanced up at the teacher every once in awhile. Just watching him when she thought he wasn't looking. His sheer sized scared the freshman. But she controlled that in an iron grip... that was being squeezed by jelly.

Her pale chin was ducked down, everything about her posture was submissive. She didn't want to stand out or draw attention to herself, and it worked more often than not in school. Just recently she had opened up to one person, Zade. Her room mate.

But for now, she just sat quietly. Not even fidgeting much, just peacefully sitting there waiting for the class to begin. What would they make today? Slowly, she opened her mouth...though it took several moments for her to speak.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking... what will we be making today?"

[ubersex]

Now Sevren was a fighter. But he did like to indulge himself in other things. Other skills he might use when he grows up. When it's time for him to become even more self-dependent. Yes, he liked to cook. Though he would be the first to admit he wasn't as great as he could be. Surely though, with the help of this class, he would become better then time. And hey! Women liked men that could cook right?!

More importantly.. Sevren was a pig. HE loved to eat himself, so he was sure he would be able to help himself out as well. And the teacher as well, he knew the teacher from a few encounters. And he was excited of the simple fact of being around him even more. After all, he had great respect for Hiroko. Great respect indeed. In unlike most of his other classes, he would actually pay attention here. And he would try his best from fooling around.

Sir, if you don't mind me asking... what will we be making today?

Sevren's savants would make almost no sound as he entered the classroom. His ears would have picked that up. And he would quickly search the room, his emerald orbs soon landing upon the massive man he had fought not so long ago. Just by looking at him, he was reminded of the damage he h ad taken, and the small pains he had been ignoring would throb. bracing himself though, he would push his way toward his chair, the closest he could get to Hiroko.

Hmm?.. Oh. Well. I was thinking about a wine brazed roast of prime rib possibly covered with a fresh blend of herbs ground and made into a fresh grape vinegret. With a side of stuffed peppers.

Sevren's smirk appeared as he say down, his stomach growled slightly when he heard the teacher speak of what they might make. His fingers gripped the edge of the table as he leaned back in his chair, watching Hiroko for a bit more, before turning his eyes toward the female that had spoke before, then back. At least he knew he had been on time, or at least he wasn't too late. his lips would soon move, and his voice would sound out.

"Hey, hey Teach.. That sounds pretty damn good.."

[Mercado]

As luck would have it....the psycho who was a substitute for one of Yzal's other classes, happened to be his home economics teacher as well. And before you go jumping to conclusions of why Yzal is in a Home Ec class its because of one simple reason. Yzal absolutely sucks at cooking. He doesn't know how to cut a piece of bread let alone actually cook something. Tired of his inability to cook a decent meal....and ramen.....Yzal signed up for the class only to find out the that the towering man was the teacher.

His first thought was....

~Crap.~

His second was...

~Crap.~

And his third was....

~....Crap....~

Why couldn't it have been like a woman, like more Home Ec classes had? One who would have supported Yzal through his trying ordeals in learning to cook. But nooooooo, it had to be the sarcastic bastard who had busted in a kid's leg earlier in the week. Maybe if Yzal wore his hood the entire year, the guy would simply not notice him. Yzal knew that this guy would love tormenting Yzal with the fact that he only thing he knew about cooking was what a spoon,fork and knife was.

~This year is going to be so great...~ Yzal thought sarcastically as he lowered his head down, so as the man might not see him.

[Keith]

At that moment, Keith had entered the classroom. He had to buy certain ingredients for Hiroko for a big meal project. The home economics class was Keith's favorite class because he could be more "constructive" than "destructive." It was pretty nice and Keith could always improve on his cooking. And Hiroko actually cared about the food he makes, that was always a plus.

If you wanted to eat good, you have to learn to cook good. Whatever you see on TV, on a book, in front of you, or wherever, you have to pay extremely close attention. Perhaps you might want to learn to make the same dish. It's like that on the show "Top Chef."

It made Keith think of this one episode where the four finalists were in Hawaii. They had a meal prepared by Alan Wong, who is a famous chef in Hawaii. The next day, they had a competition where they had to cook the same dishes but add their own personal touches. Improving on his own cooking was something Keith was striving for.

Eating out kind of gets old after awhile. Plus it saves a lot of money in a person's wallet.

He wasn't like those other home ec teachers that show us how to make "basic" stuff. No, Hiroko would show you how to make the best damn dishes out there. Keith didn't have much time to spare, he had to hurry to the class. It was pretty damn hard moving fast especially when you're carrying at least two to four grocery bags.

Those were the plastic grocery bags in which you could easily hold. But the weight of the items inside usually puts strain on a person's hands. Quicky but carefully, Keith had rushed into the classroom.

"I got those extra items you requested, Hiroko," Keith politely said as he entered the classroom. He looked around for a place to put those grocery bags.

"Is there a place where you want me to put the items?"

[Keith]

"Mm.. Is that the water crest chestnuts, habaneros, and fresh lemon seed I ordered?"

Keith nodded as he presented the contents of the grocery bags: the water crest chestnuts, habaneros, and fresh lemon seed. He also bought a few cans of the cooking oil in the form of a spray. That way you can just spray it on a pan and not make a mess on the kitchen counter. Thank goodness for modern day technology.

"Now. Since I am supposed to be teaching you kids how to sew, clean, and all of that good shit besides cooking. I thought we would do a mess of that today.. it was part of the reason why I chose these particular dishes. The peppers need to be sewn together to hold the stuffing in while it bakes, and the prime rib needs to be sewn into a large hunk to hold the hebrs in so they dont burn when we braze it and then bake it as well. That takes care of basics for sewing, and of course, clean up will be fun since we are making a braze, as well as the fact grease will be around from the bacon we have to make which should prove fun to get out of the pans, and of course I doubt in playing with all of the stuff we will be today that you can avoid keeping stains from your clothes which we will take care of as well. Now. Who wants to help me get started?"

Keith placed the contents back into the grocery bag and walked to the back of the classroom to put those ingredients in a safe place. Cooking was fun. It was a sense of artistic expression. However, the painful part of it was to clean up afterwards. But hey, in any form of visual art, you have to clean up after yourselves.

Normally Keith would be the one to volunteer. But he was curious to see how the other students would fare in this class. He wanted to gauge how well they did. Because chances are he'll probably be paired up with any one of them.