Class of Oddities

The Apple

Wulf took a seat at his desk.

"Madison, you can sit if you want to," he said.

"Very well then," Madison said, taking a seat at her desk.

"To put it simply," she began.

"We are referred to as the 'class of oddities' due to our poor grades, as well as our social skills." She said, looking down steadily.

Wulf looked at her.

"I see..." He whispered, closing his eyes.

"And the reason why Ms. Rouge made those remarks about you not being here for long is because every time we get a new teacher, they give up on us within the first couple, or if we're lucky, the first few months."

Wulf looked at his desk, staring particularly at the apple Madison had given him earlier.

"Well," he began.

"That won't happen here." He reassured.

Madison looked up.

"With all due respect, Mr. Wulf, one of the others, has said the same thing..." She mumbled.

"Actually, I believe it was the last one..."

"Not me," he said, relaxing back in his seat.

His stomach then growled.

"Ah," Madison looked up.

Wulf quickly sat up.

"S-sorry about that..." He said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"I suppose you're hungry; I'll go now..." She began, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Hold on a minute, Madison," he called out.

She quickly turned her head.

"I swear on the first bite I take of this apple; I will make it to the day that you guys graduate," he said.

"Mr. Wulf..." Madison whispered.

With that, Wulf proceeded to take a bite out of the apple.

"Very juicy, thank you!" He beamed.

Madison's eyes widened, turning away with a smile.

"I'll hold you to it..." She whispered, waving as she left the room.

*

Wulf stretched his arms behind his head, placing his feet on top of the desk.

He then let out a yawn.

"These kids..." He whispered, staring up at the ceiling.

"I can tell this is going to be a fun year..." He smiled, closing his eyes.