From Within the Closet-2-

     The entire time they talked, I didn't know what they were saying. My prescription was out dated. I couldn't see their lips well enough to read them, but I couldn't help but stare at them. The guy, looked like he was pleading, bargaining with the Teacher. The Teacher himself, didn't look like he really cared. He was calmly trying to get the boy to leave. So, against all of my better judgement, I got up, and went over to them. I walked slowly, and steadily, so that I wouldn't trip on my rediculous pants, that now seemed like a bad idea. I stood next to the teacher and looked up at him sadly. I didn't see the look on the other boys face, but I know know that he had a look of pure hatred on his face. Towards me, for trying to intervene.
     "Mr. Kip... What seems to be the problem here...?" I asked gently, looking at him still, not trying to be a pest. "The class is waiting to start, so we'd like to fix the problem, if there is one..." He said with a sweet smile.
     "Well, Kristopher. This young man here would like to switch into this class for this hour, but, we don't have enough for one more student. I have a class with a strict limit of students. Unless someone wants to drop this class today..." He said and turned around to see all of the excited faces. "Which I doubt greatly, he cannot take this class."
     "Mr. Kip, Teachers Assistants are allowed to do what they want in this class, aren't they?" I asked gently.
     "Well, yes, But I never have a TA."
     "May I please be your TA? To be honest, I can't really do anything artistic with clay, so this isn't a good class for me... But I do like to watch other artists work. If you'll allow it, he and I can go down to the office, and switch our schedules. I can transfer to being a TA, and he can transfer into my place in this classroom." I said with a sweet smile. The teacher looked at me, and then let out a deep sigh before he nodded.
     "Alright..." Mr. Kip said sadly.
     "Thank you very much, Mr. Kip!" I said loudly before grabbing the boy by the arm, and started dragging him towards the Guidence Office.
     "Thank you very much.... Christopher, right....?" the boy said gently. He had a faint british accent, and it almost made me tremble.
     "Yeah, Kristopher, with a 'k'. Not a 'ch'." I explained gently.
     "Really, that's very unique.... I really like that, Kristopher. My name is Victor Donovan..." He said gently.
And with those little words, he stole my heart.