I’m finally back!!!! With the second chapter of this fic!
I’m still trying to fix it in italian… I made lots of short-fics which could help this one to look more senseful. For the moment, enjoy this second chapter!!!
THE FIRST HOURS OF SCHOOL
The entrance-hall was full of AntiFairies going around, excited for the first day of school. The elegant marbled passageways spread in every direction, their dark walls were sometimes interrupted by some elegant black wooden doors decorated with a silvered leaf and a marbled nameplate each. The inscription on the nameplates changed: in that passageway there were IV A, IV B, IV C, IV D, etc.
The classroom tagged with IV D was slowly filling up with AntiFairies, some of the oldest in the school. Pairs of little magic creatures were sitting at the black wooden desks turned towards the blackboard and the still empty granitic teacher desk.
AntiCosmo was standing on the door looking sternly up and down four AntiFairies, trying to value which of them was the most beautiful.
Both of their figures were rounded, two of them wore glasses. The most austere and haughty of them all was fixing them on her nose, the other glasses wearing one had some black freckles and was staring at herself in a mirror tiding her hair up vainly. The most distracted one was a very gloomy type: she had very long and black hair, just like her eyes, but looked a little idiot. Pity because she would have been a very good AntiFairy otherwise. She was merrily talking to the shiest one, completely curled up on herself and with her hands in her mouth. The AntiFairy boys emerald green eyes lingered too much on her: she had the most classical hair in the worlds, a fringe covered her forehead. Her big sky blue eyes were looking at her friend telling something very funny while her fangs, typical of the AntiFairies, were tormenting a nail of her left hand.
Suddenly the vainest AntiFairy girl, once have put carefully away her mirror in her bag, had a glimpse on AntiCosmo, then ran at her shy friends ear and told her something; then AntiCosmo incredulously found himself gazed by four pairs of pink, amber, black and sky blue eyes. Wrong-footedly, he gazed back, managing not to betray not his embarrassment. The black haired girl smiled stupidly, while the vain glasses wearing one covered herself mouth trying to fight back a laughter; the other glasses wearing one didnt take her eyes away from him and simpered cunningly. The shy girl was as red as a beetroot and staring at him with enormous sky blue eyes and a sort of terror gleaming through them. AntiCosmo looked at her and answered at her glance with another even more embarrassed glance, then he took off his glasses and cleaned them nervously with a handkerchief, apparently concentrating on the invisible spots on the lenses. He suddenly felt someone come closer to him.
– Hey cute guy?
AntiCosmo did his best to pretend to be indifferent: he haughtily replaced his glasses on his nose and recovered himself.
The two glasses wearing girls were there and the sternest one was talking.
– Are you of this class? she said staring at him with her pink big eyes seductively half-closed, pointing the classroom on which door AntiCosmo was standing.
– Ehm yes. Why?
– Just asking! the other one said. She had a very gossipy look. Do you like that girl? she suddenly asked pointing her sky blue eyed friend, who was trying to hide while her black haired friend was laughing stupidly.
– Well – he said surprised: certainly, they were all neat, and yes, he liked her too, but he didnt want to talk about it, especially not with her friends. He violently blushed raising new giggles of the vain girl. Ehm I have to go, my professors coming!
And he entered the classroom as slowly as possible in order to catch any last gossip from the bunch of girls: he heard shrill giggles and some pieces of conversation.
– Have you heard his strange way to talk?
– Have you seen his eyes? And the way he was staring at you?
The AntiFairy finally sat at the first place in the central row trying to chase away all the embarrassment: he took his book and started to read it again.
A minute later he was totally absorbed, he even forgot to be at school, he was so wrapped up in the reading that nothing seemed able to dissuade him
– Hey Yo!
– Argh! AntiCosmo started again; then, once he saw who sat at his right, he moved his chair to the end of the desk: it was AntiWanda again.
– Im here since I think a minute, I think, I would arrive before but I got lost! Yup! she said speaking with her usual incomprehensible grammar. AntiCosmo frowned.
– Why did you sit here? Take another seat!
– But ya da only one I know
– Listen, I never said that we were friends before – he said irritated, but she interrupted him clapping her hands enthusiastically.
– Ya said it now! Yaaaaaay!!!! Its coooool!
– This seat is already taken! he snapped.
– Who by?
– By Its None Of Your Business!
– Oh, awesam! Then when this Its None Of Your Business person guy arrives Ill go away. Or better do you make me meet him too? To me?
AntiCosmo snorted and crossed his arms while sinking angrily down on the chair.
– Wassup pal? Ya feel bad? AntiWanda asked worried.
– No, I do not feel bad! he answered sharply.
– Oh, then something of yours hurting pal?
– No, nothing.
– Ok pal!
– Stop calling me pal!
– Ok friend!
– Friend is even worse!
– Sorry mate!
– Do you want to stop it? the AntiFairy boy burst furiously out. AntiWanda fell silent and started to play with her hands.
Suddenly an AntiPoof was heard and a tall and slim AntiFairy appeared: the Maths professor.
AntiCosmo didnt pay attention at all to the professors welcome speech, he was too busy in hating AntiWanda with every part of his body: her beautiful, curly, soft hair scented of strawberry, her big, confused, stupid pink eyes filled with happiness, her rounded and soft body
– And now lets start with these simple decompositions of monomials! the professor finally said bringing him back to reality. The boy took away his glance from the AntiFairy girl next to him, took a notebook and a biro and started to copy the operations written on the blackboard.
A little while later he was struggling with a particularly difficult decomposition: he practised during the whole summer and couldnt understand where the problem was. Completely absorbed he had forgotten about the whole world around and had almost found a solution, when
– Hey, how is two times five?
Interrupted by AntiWandas unexpected whisper in his right ear, AntiCosmo lost his inspiration: he banged his hands on the desk in exasperation and turned to face her desk companion.
– Oh, thank ya! she answered happily. And two times six?
– Fantastic! And two times seven?
– What do you want? The whole multiplication table of two?
– Whats it? Sorta speciality of the refectory?
AntiCosmo snorted and tried to concentrate again on his decomposition, but the solution went away by then, and his energies too.
– Are you satisfied? You made me lose my concentration!
– Nice to help ya pal! she said staring happily at him. AntiCosmo banged his head on the desk: why him?