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"Mr. Beanie?" Niko studied the scaly creature in the little clear container, processing the request quietly. A pet for the summer? That might be fun.... he probably wouldn't even have to run it by his parents. Not like they really came around his room or anything. And he might just be able to get in good with the teacher if he DID take it. "Uh, yeah. I think I have room for him. What's he need?"

He held up a finger, circling around chairs to grab a stabled stack of papers and hand it over to him. “It’s got clear instructions on how to properly take care of him. It even has some emergency numbers and places you can take him if something should happen. Don’t worry about the costs, just tell the vets the name and they’ll charge me. Just be sure to look over this. It has everything you need.”

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It took him a moment to realize that WAS his teacher, with his usually tidy appearance now relaxed. Only a moment, though; Niko staring as he plopped his backpack down on one of the empty desks before moving over to join him as per his unspoken direction.

“When you do this, it’s best that you go ahead and take him out and put him into this smaller cage so he can’t run around. One of the students forgot to do that, left him on the table, and we couldn’t find him for hours. Sneaky little devil.” 

He held up the smaller plastic cage holding a bearded dragon. “Cute, isn’t he?”

“I normally let my students take one pet home and so far I’ve had to take most of them home this year before the summer hit. Of course, I still have a few some are looking to care for and they’ve been helping me all year. I was hoping you’d be interested in Mr.Beanie.”

[itallstartswithacut]

Once the weekend finally came, so did volunteering; the lone student heading straight to Mr. Brody's classroom for work. He poked his head through the door, looking about for a moment to try and shake the surreal feeling he got from being inside the school after hours. "Mr. Brody?"

The teacher wasn’t at the normal spot at his desk, a shift in the bright room pointed him in the very back, his hair untied and his normally well dressed appearances loosened. He smiled and waved the student over. “Perfect timing.”

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The student nodded, taking a moment to pore over the sheet given. Yes, this one was going in the binder. It'd be SAFE in the binder, if he could keep it here. "Yes. That sounds good. I will see you later." He attempted a smile, awkwardly wide and crooked and obviously forced onto his face. But the intent was at least genuine- A polite gesture. A thank you. It was dropped as soon as he moved to return to his seat, of course.

Despite the poor attempt, Mr. Brody gave him a rather friendly smile despite the row of sharp teeth that decidedly made up his dental work. He was just a little--odd when he worked around there. 

A man with many scars and a cold stare that could kill yet his students didn’t suffer his rumored anger and strange habits. 

He went back to work as the class went about their business, stopping when they wanted to ask a question for the project they were working on. It was almost the end of the year and summer break was calling to the students. He, of course, would still be teaching despite it all.  

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"I can help you. I don't have any club meetings or sports after school, so you can keep me as long as you need to." He is purposefully going to leave out the fact that he had a pet fish. HAD. What Mr. Brody didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Or the fish. Hopefully. "A little bit of storage for good work."

“That would be extremely useful indeed. They can be a hassle to feed and clean.” He found a piece of paper and passed it to him with all the information and dates if he needed. “This is a schedule I go by when cleaning and feeding them. It’s pretty easy. Today happens to be cleaning day so you can help and learn how to do that. Sound good?” 

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With a bit of hesitation, the student picked a sticky note off of his desk and jot down the locker number, placing it into his expecting hand. "I prefer it, actually... what if I do something for you in return? Is that volunteering thing still open?"

He rose his brows, staring down at the number to commit itto memory. “So you read the flyer. No one has actually showed any interest butit would be helpful. I like my reptiles and fish.”

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He nodded his head in acceptance, braving his next question. "Okay.... Can I keep my notes binder here in your classroom, maybe? My locker is broken and I can't take them home."

He stopped writing at that point, his gaze leveling on thestudent. “Of course.” He held out his hand, palm up. “What’s your lockernumber? I can have maintenance look at it so you don’t have to keep your workhere every day. I don’t to this to become a habit.”

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"Mr. Brody, are we going to be turning in our notes by the end of the semester for a grade? Just to be clear."

He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, eyes still downcast to stare at the paperwork in front of him. School work from other students marked in red with an answer key set beside them. 

“No. It would be pointless to go over so much notes. You can keep them. I just expect the homework I assigned to be turned in. Use your notes for my tests.”

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[itallstartswithacut]

There was good and bad in the world and well over grey areas in which all of that blended. Despite it all, he went back home, his car taking the brunt of his anger and the steering wheel knowing his wrath many times.  It was when he arrive late that evening, his brother tucked away deep under the covers, that he began to plot.

He took a deep breath and paced, taking to woodworking to calm him down, sleep lost to the man’s temper and ill will steaming from every pore.

One day, Gavin would be one person among many that were on the missing list. He would never be found and body forever lost to this world.

Adam Brody would make sure of that.

For now, he could not meddle and let his anger travel into his artwork.

[zeroattendance-blog]

[itallstartswithacut; Adam Brody] 'Aren't you running late? Better hurry up.'

C’mon Mr. Brody….! EVERYONE knows I’m the fastest kid at this school…! I’ll be on time NO problem.

[itallstartswithacut]

“I’ll write you up for detention if you don’t go directly there.”

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[itallstartswithacut]

Click. Click. He kept scrolling through his computer inputting grades. He rubbed at his face and yawned, dark bags under his eyes. He was going on his second day without sleep yet no matter what he did, it didn't help him. So he worked and worked and worked.

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[burn-your-homework-blog]

Who’s that kid in the back of the room    Who’s that kid in the back of the room?

He’s setting all his papers on fire  He’s setting all his papers on fire!

Where did he get that crazy smile  Where did he get that crazy smile?