Here comes the second part, my story. It may not be as good as the last one, but I hope you read it anyway. Can't hurt, can it? *G*




So further:




There seemed to be no end to this stifling hour. Songotes and Trunks really didn't have the nerve to now deal with something as nonsensical as lessons with a truly disturbed teacher. A person like this, who could only roar and torment his students, must have been seriously sick in the head. The students sometimes asked themselves, rightly, whether this creature could even be classified as a "human".


Well, everything is relative!




In the meantime, the two boys had struggled to cope with all the paper when this inhuman teacher called out Songoten in a thunderous voice:




GOTS! What is the three times the root of three hundred and sixty?




With a hard, piercing look, the Timpanist looked Songoten in the eye.Songoten, who was not exactly a genius at math, and certainly not at oral rooting, just stuttered:




Um, well I don't really know ... um! Think about it ... By when do you need the solution ...




Trunks groaned and hid his face behind his hands, because he knew exactly what was coming: The teacher's head turned menacing red, his eyes literally bulged out of their sockets and he got those dreaded tantrum lines on his forehead again. The students in the front rows have all crawled under the benches to avoid the teacher's wrath at least a little. It was booming through the whole room:




NOW HEAVENLY CROSS AND THUNDER WEATHER, CLOUDBREAK AND CHICKEN POOP! Your behavior is really the very last thing! So unacceptable and cheeky! Sometimes I really wonder why a sensible man like me is punished with a brood like you!If you don't finally act cleverly, then you can both wipe the hallway with the caretaker today !!!




In his anger, the teacher grabbed the huge, heavy book, in which all the mysteries of mathematics were combined, took to the throw and was about to throw it at the two of them when it bursts loudly and desperately from Trunks:




The solution is: two point zero eight seven zero seven three eight three one !!!




The drummer breaks off his litter in surprise, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and then said coolly when he had calmed down to some extent:




So what! You can, you can! Why not like that right away ?!




Then he went on with the class as if nothing had happened. Songoten, who was visibly nervous, said to Trunks:




The description "psychopath" really is the most harmless thing for this horror teacher! You know what? I think it wouldn't be a bad idea if we switched schools, what do you think?



Trunks eagerly agreed with his friend and the two set about scribbling the teacher's almost illegible assignments from the blackboard. Soon it was only about five minutes before the end when suddenly all the windows of the room opened with one jolt and a strong wind blew everything that didn't look like a desk, chair or student!




The teacher waved his arms wildly, unable to control the situation, and the students clung to their desks, whimpering. Only Songotes and Trunks remained motionless and with a serious expression on their seats, because they could already guess what was happening. They looked at each other and nodded at the same time. They were ready to face, even though they didn't know what was going to happen. Both got up from their chairs at the same time, and back to back they both tried to locate the strange aura they knew from the way to school.Songoten winced. Trunks turned to him and called out loudly:




What? I can't feel anything, but you twitch ?! As the?




Trunks feels a slight pain in his forearm. He quickly pushes the sleeve of his blue sweater to the side and then he sees the unbelievable: As if by magic, small, scrawly letters are carved into his skin! Songoten sees this and grabs Trunks arm in awe. Both look frozen at the small cuts, which now seem to form a word. The two boys follow the strange lettering letter by letter. With a lot of effort they finally decipher what had cut so strangely into Trunk's arm:




At eight in the clearing!




Songoten knew exactly which clearing was meant, namely the one in the thick forest, one point five kilometers west of the school. He now said quietly to Trunks, who was still holding his arm cramped, what was going through his head.



Trunks, you know what to do, don't you?




Trunks replied loudly:




What?! You have to speak louder, I don't understand a word, this wind is blowing too hard !!




Songoten was now shouting with all their might so that Trunks could definitely hear him:




Trunks !!! You have been challenged !!!




Trunks of course had long been aiming for that himself and was now yelling back through the wind:




Oh really ?! That was really clear enough, wasn't it? After all, I am not disfigured by an invisible force every day, am I ?!




Before Songoten could reply anything, the two heard a huge, booming, deep, growling voice that sent a cold shiver down their spine:




Quite right, you son of a traitor !!! The time has come when I will take revenge for everything, HARR, HARR, HARR! Come here and prepare for your horrific END!My assistants are already waiting for you!




The wind in the classroom concentrated in a hurricane and left the classroom, turning the circle again! Songoten and Trunks sank unconscious in their seats ...


When they come to again, they see, still a little unclear but still unmistakable, the puffing face of their teacher, already red and blue with furious rage, right in front of them. Foaming, he growled at the two of them:




This is the limit! You came to school too late and then you have the guts to just fall asleep in the middle of my instructive lesson ??? You're going to scrub the floors until you can't feel your back anymore !!!




At that moment the school bell, which this time sounded really relieving, rang. The teacher left them alone and went into the staff room to have a double black coffee with lots of sweetener. After all, his poor nerves deserved a rest ...

Trunks and Songoten looked around in amazement. Her classmates really calmly packed up their things and left the room happily. A boy nudged songotes and said:




Do you want to sit around there for a long time? The hour is over! And do you know what's awesome ?! From now on we have the rest of the morning free because the planer (that's the German and single teacher for this class) has caught the flu! See you later, then!




Just like Songoten, Trunks no longer understood the world! The two looked around the room. Everything seemed normal, as if nothing had happened. They looked at the windows, they were closed. Neither a force nor an aura could be felt, and the sminthy scent was also gone! Even the thick fog has dissolved and the morning sun is now shining on the square. Songoten was the first to speak, nudged Trunks from the side and said:



Should we really just have imagined it?




Trunks denied:




I can not imagine that! And there's also a way we can easily tell. Look here...




Trunks pushed his sleeve back very slowly, eager to see what he would see on his arm. And really! The slightly bleeding scribbles were still there!




"At eight in the clearing!"




Songoten put his arm around Trunks' shoulder and said amicably:




If you want, I will accompany you there!




Trunks accepted gratefully. He and Songoten would get through this together. They gathered up the unfinished detentions, made compact bundles out of them, and threw them on the terrorist teacher's desk. They would never enter this school again, that much was certain! Then they left the empty classroom, ran across the playground, past the chatting students, kept running to the side street where they had ended their flight that morning ...



How is it going to go on?




And now to my readers: Thank you for your comments. I can always use that, no matter what is in it, because then I know where I am, right? If you ask me a comment with a question in it, I will answer it personally with the help of the community link "private messages". So, let's get started with your opinions, I'm excited!