The claps subsided and the teacher wrote on the writing board 'Emotional Control' in block letters.
He turned to us, "Classes taught in this school and classes you are used to are quite different. If you were a top student in your former school that doesn't guarantee good grades here and vice versa. So, brace yourselves for change and adapt quickly. Here, it's survival of the fittest" He informed us.
His words were met by indistinct noises and murmurings from us.
Teacher Lazlo's attempt to quieten us down proved fruitless.
Some of us stopped the noise while others did not desist. Out of frustration, he marched away from
the class, I knew we were all in trouble at that moment.
"Is this supposed to be a class?" Mia asked me and Mackenzie.
Instead of our reply, a boy beside us was the one who talked.
"They said they would teach us magic and now he's here playing cosplay with his white nonsense saying rubbish about grades!"' he yelled.
"Yeah!" the others also yelled in unison.
"No magic, no class!" some boys shouted.
I guess they've planned this and were looking forward to performing magic in class. If the boys got powers it'd be a disaster. They were sure going to misuse it.
The teacher stomped back in with the previous all-black man. The one who warned us to stay away from making trouble. Now, we've done the exact opposite of his reprimanding.
"Teacher Lazlo I've told you numerous times, don't be too sympathetic with these students. When you are that nice teacher, they'll forget how to respect you" he said to the teacher in an audible voice to our hearings.
The screams lessened but a group of boys, a total of 5 in number stood.
"If we are to stay here, you're going to meet up with our condition" one of them yelled.
"And what would that be?" the unknown teacher replied sarcastically.
I do not know his name yet but I was thinking he should be a teacher in charge of the seniors.
It's obvious he was a strict teacher so, I knew those boys were in some deep shit.
For now, I'm calling him all black because as Teacher Lazlo is draped in white from head to toe, he was also dressed in all black
Maybe they were friends. Friends with contrasting personalities as the color of their dress implied.
Black and white were two colors that are conflicting but compatible.
Despite the conflict between the two colors, black could go with white.
"We all want powers, it's unfair for some of us to have powers while others don't." another one of the erring boys retorted with a scornful expression that shouts ignorance about his conduct.
The all-black teacher and teacher Lazlo exchanged a familiar glance.
I could tell this was not the first time they would come across and deal with misbehaving boys like them.
"You want powers you say?" the all-black teacher tilted his head and pocketed his hands deep in the pants of his suit.
"Yes!" the boys nodded synchronously. The teacher also nodded like he agreed with them. However, I could tell he was being sarcastic.
Just then, right in our faces, we saw him melt into liquid and was rolling towards the direction of the boys.
"Ahhhh!" were the screams and shouts of horror and disgust from the rest of the class.
The liquid was moving in a fast pace toward the boys and the look of appalation and horrification in their faces could send a newborn crying out loud for its mother. The melted all-black teacher sludged around them and circled them while making a slimy sound.
The boys were turning around in search for an escape route but found none. They were surrounded by melted Mr. all black, the sight was horrifying and disgusting that I almost threw up in fright.
Mr. All black tightened around them and choked them all together.
"Beg for your lives" we heard a voice order, it was the voice of Mr. All black who had no face now.
The boys kept a courageous and straight face at first but gave up when they were almost choked out by Mr. All black.
"Forgive us!"
"We're sorry!"
"Pardon us!" the boys begged.
"I think that's enough for now, Zane. Thank you" Teacher Lazlo declared, his hands on his back.
So that's Mr. All black's name, Zane. Pardon me, Teacher Zane.
Instantaneously, the melted Teacher Zane transformed back to his human form. It was all just a sight to behold. If the press caught the scene on camera, they'd make a billion views in a few minutes.
Licking his pinky finger, Teacher Zane gawked at the scared boys sternly.
"Next time, it wont end here. You will pay a visit to my blank room, there you will learn perfect manners," he said. Then to all of us "I'm letting this slide because you're newbies, next time it won't end here I promise" he howled.
My instincts don't lie, I knew getting into All black's bad side won't be good.
"Do continue with your class Lazlo" he said to the teacher and walked out.
Seeing his buttocks exit, I heaved a sigh of relief.
The chaps quietly sat down and the hall was as silent as a grave afterward.
"Good" teacher Lazlo grinned feverishly like a harmless kitten. "Now back to our discussion, I am sure you all know what emotions are?" he asked in a rhetorical tone but we answered anyway.
"Yes sir!" we all shouted.
If any of us didn'tknow what emotions were, we dared not say.
Another annoyance and we might be in trouble. I personally decided to cooperate with the man and any other teacher that would take us.
"You, tell me" he motioned to a small frame girl with blonde hair. The girl looked at the back trying to make sure she was not mistaken and was her whom the teacher had summoned. When she was sure he was indeed talking to her, she stood up shyly.
"Emotions are dominant feelings that generate from one's mood, situations, or association with others" she replied smartly with a vibrating voice, she sat down immediately.
"Good" teacher Lazlo laughed. "I smelt smartness around you, that was why I called you. I only speak to smart students" he added.
"Emotions are driven from conscious, thoughts and reflections. These thoughts, conscious and reflections needs to be understood by magical student. You need to know how to manipulate them and make them your slaves if not, you will be the slave of these feelings." he paused.
He went to the board and drew a circular structure "This is your mind." he pointed."This mind has various parasites rampaging it. These parasites are your emotions. You need to understand and perfect the way your emotions work, only then would you be able to control your powers and make them your slaves, do not be a slave of your powers "he coached.
His class was not as bad as I thought it'd be.
"Emotional control is the basics to living with powers. Before having the power itself, before learning your skills, you need to learn to control your powers. It is the core ingredient for having powers itself."
"A question sir" a boy said from behind.
Teacher Lazlo nodded at him in return.
"Are you saying Emotional control is more important than any other classes we will be taught here?" he asked.
The teacher shook his head swiftly " No, no, every class is unique in its way. Do not misquote me, other classes are equally as important. I am saying emotional control is the first vital aspect you need to pay attention to before anything else" he explained.
"He's good" Mia whispered to us.
"I think I'll like his subject. It is precious, especially to me" Mackenzie whispered back.
Yes, with the incident she related to us and since her ability was related to thoughts, I believe this class was what she needed the most.
"I believe some of you are up to 18 and are already realizing your powers, am I right?" he asked.
"Yes sir" the 18s replied rather in a low tone
"Be confident about your powers. This is not the other dimension where you'll get stigmatized for having powers, here having power is a privilege, an honor " he shouted in chastising.
"Yes sir!" The 18s replied.
I Kind of felt like a looser in this situation, the teacher was saying stuffs being honored for having abilities and I didn't have any. I felt a little relieved when I knew wasn't alone and happy when I knew I only had to wait one more month before I was 18!
"When did you all discover your abilities? When you felt bad?" He asked.
"Yes sir, I lost my mum and l cried a lot when I suddenly felt overwhelmed and wished she was with me and then there she was, right in front of me!" A girl answered teacher Lazlo.
I've heard of that ability before, it's called mediumship. The ability to summon the dead.
I ransacked my brain immediately to remember if there was a loved one I've lost then I can go to her for summoning later. I then remembered my dad and wondered if he was dead.
I would like to summon and have a conversation with him maybe? If not a conversation then maybe see his face, how he looks like. Maybe I got my legs from him, I definitely got my legs from him. Mama didn't have long legs.
Teacher Lazlo nodded at the girl.
"Now, when I ask don't explain just reply with a yes or no. How many of you realized their powers when they were angry? Happy? Excited?" he asked.
Some of the other 18 students replied him
with a yes.
"Good, powers are discovered at the climax of your emotions so when you learn too control your emotions, you have the key to controlling your abilities." he lectured.
The teacher taught us for some while more.
"In our next class, I want you all to teach and not me. You will all teach skills of emotional control." with that said, he dispersed the class.
When he walked out, we all sat and chatted about what we have witnessed so far, we had a lot to talk about.