One life of Sarro la Cassa

2

And behind all that is curious, danger lurks...

         The sky was black. You can hardly see the stars through the curved branches. But despite this, a huge castle towered over the world with a dark bulk. Its sharp spiers and small windows, in which the light was constantly blinking and lit, stood out among the darkness with trembling lights.

       It was a school called Dark Emade Hall, literally "Dark School of Omederro", and there, no doubt, something was going on ...

***

     The heavy doors of the gate cracked and opened, and a crowd of schoolchildren ran out from there, “halls,” as the director called them. They laughed out loud and discussed something - it was not often that they canceled a lesson in the middle of the day.

   Sun was shining. Young grass rustled underfoot, beautiful mushrooms with bright multi-colored hats grew somewhere nearby. They ran like a ribbon into the distance, all the way to the forest.

      The class teacher completed the crowd of white, red and black heads. He stood in the doorway, not leaving it, and strictly looked at what was happening with some sad scarlet eyes. Outwardly, he somehow resembled a woman: black hair was cut under a square, some kind of purple scarf flowed on his shoulders, under which he seemed to hide his pale palms, and his face, it seemed, could not have done without a spoiled beauty salon, which gave it a "sepulchral" color.

    "Hot day! Fortunately, they behave calmly, not forcing me to go out into danger, - the teacher mechanically stepped back a step, folding his arms over his chest and clasping one edge of the silky fabric, - Weak, but still protection ... ”he thought.

      I stood a little further away and looked at the teacher. His long cloak fluttered in the wind. We looked askance at him, he at how a newcomer appeared in our ranks. A very entertaining picture, don't you think?

- "Dandy"! - laughing, he whispered. The teacher turned sharply to a red-haired fat man in a baggy, shabby blue shirt of an old style that had not been fashionable for a long time. So sharply and quickly, as no man would have done. Who was this gaze directed at? And why was there so much fear and a mysterious cold in him? - anyone who looked at him would think.

   The rookie gasped, it was Lan, the teacher's eyes and reaction surprised and a little frightened him.

- What's there? - Asked the standing girl, - Where are you looking so inseparably?

    He pointed at the teacher with a trembling hand.

- You, actually, who? - Asked a chubby blonde with bangs - My name is Anfissa.

- I'm Len. And what does this black one lead us to?

“His name is Sarro la Casse. He is a foreigner. Have you heard of Alfagesian?

   The boy shook his head.

- Never before. How long have you been studying here?

- Since the first class! Imagine! Whole 9 years! - answered Anfissa, spreading from ear to ear in a smile.

-Then tell me, has he heard the nickname that I came up with for him?

- Sarro? Quite possible! He can do anything with us! He is special! Even too much.

- Well, of course, teachers hear everything! - Vega intervened maliciously, - You said that about him? Hmm, something tells me you're not just a beginner...

- Do not pay attention to her, - Anfissa grabbed his arm and dragged him to the side, - This is Vega, you better not communicate with her! Understood? Do you want me to tell you something about the teacher?

- Of course, I want! - panted Lan, - Tell me!

- In general, he is a little strange, I'm not only talking about appearance, take a closer look yourself.

"His eyes…" he repeated helplessly.

- It's not just them! I think…

“His eyes are like those of a rabbit, have you seen Anfi?” someone exclaimed from behind.

- You always creep up! - the blonde was indignant.

   The green eyed laughed. Len gave her a frightened look.

- Hello strangers!

- This is Sasha! - Anfissa introduced her friend, - Laviran!

- And all Sashas are cool! - the named one blurted out, - It is possible without a surname ...

  The appearance of the girl was very conspicuous: pink hair, woven into a braid, reached the very waist. She also wore a green tie, unlike the others' red ones.

“Is this your uniform?” he asked and looked around.

-Yes. Only Sasha never follows it.

“I don’t want to be like everyone else!” Her words reached me.

    “The girls surrounded the newbie? How does it look like them! I wonder what they are discussing while looking at the teacher? - flashed through my head, and I went ahead.

-Now will you study in our class or will you move somewhere again?

   Lan turned around, staring fixedly at the two purple stars on my cheek. Where they came from, I don't remember. Thoughts in my head get confused, it’s only worth thinking about them, something is spinning in the subconscious, but I just can’t catch it.

-Probably not.

     "Another girl! Are there really no boys in this class at all? he wondered.

“You’re new,” I said, “it’s noticeable. I accidentally overheard your conversation. My name is Clio, - I quickly put in, straightening my long golden hair, disheveled in the warm wind, - It seems to me that Sarro is really not an ordinary person. By the way, what is he waiting for, standing in the doorway?

-The next call, - answered Anfissa, - So that none of us escaped during the break.

  Sasha laughed.

- He is funny: he looks like a goth, and he is always so gloomy. Like a vampire!

   I pricked up my ears.

-Not that word…

- Seriously? - startled Len, in his eyes quivering lights trembled.

- No, of course... I was joking. He just does it really well...                                

***

     After the deafening bell.

    A fair-haired bang-haired Lei flew into the classroom, with an earring in one ear, along with his partner, reckless, endlessly disheveled Sondra. They walked slowly to their favorite back desks, both wearing headphones and hot dogs in hand. Huge backpacks landed noisily. “And what do they only wear in them?” I thought, looking at both of them.

-Today even paler! – laughing, shouted blond instead of greeting. The geography teacher, Elrond Clayde, young-looking, with long blond hair in a ponytail that reached to his shoulder blades, a scar under his eye, and a tight leather jacket, pretended not to see the newcomers as he continued to hang up the map.

   However, something has changed in him. A sharp turn, drops of sweat on the forehead and hands ...

- Wow scar! How did he still have an eye? And on the neck, take a closer look! - Lan whispered, shaking his tousled red hair, in the ear of Anfissa sitting next to him, - What happened to him?

  A fuss was heard at the last desks, the teacher began to shout, the card, not firmly hung, jumped off its hinges and fell. Elrond jumped up in time and grabbed her, exposing his left hand for a moment and immediately pulling his sleeve.

- He's got a tattoo ! Did you see?! the boy whispered louder. Only this time it was not the blonde who answered him, but the teacher - with a contemptuous look and a deuce in the diary.

   I managed to make out the sign in the form of a gear in time.

***

-..technical progress has gone far! But... Are you recording? Physics is still not perfect, - said the teacher, looking at me intently - or did it seem so?

   Lo Arine Sarr: perhaps the strangest of the teachers: a gray-haired, bearded dwarf in a red hat and the same dark blue robe.

   Lan did not take his eyes off, literally glaring at the teacher.

- He is shorter than my neighbor, and she is 5 years old! - He did not let up.

-So what? - answered Becca, a black-haired girl with big blue eyes, - He must have dwarfism ... A sick man ...

What if it's not a disease? If he himself is like that?

-Yes, by myself! - Sondra assented, not raising her head from the sheet, on the margins of which she again painted some little ones, - Dwarf! Old man!

- And now I will tell you how hydraulic machines work, - the voice of Lo Arine Sarr reached the boy, but he did not listen to him.

***

   Quiet music played.

- What did you say? - the mathematician shouted angrily and trotted up to Lan, today she was very angry and it seemed to me that it was not only about him, - Here through a right angle ?! Are you crazy?! Well, tell me how this problem is solved!

The boy hesitated.

-According to the theorem of En ... Ying ... Figs ?

“By the way, does your mother sell figs at the market?” Vega suddenly asked.

-Yes…

-Do you live in Figs?

   The class is silent. Mathematician Elaida Luificlar towered over Lan.

This woman endlessly, even involuntarily, made her look at herself: tall, two heads taller than each of us, she always wore high heels, in a long checkered green-white-brown skirt, also tied with a long, dragging to the floor, bow her curly hair was cropped short, and her rouged face was in a grimace of various expressions.

"Yes," Lan replied, and in this case he was telling the truth. Fig Mountain was a few miles from the school. They built houses from fig wood, sold the fruits, ate them.

     But the class did not know these subtleties, and therefore, having understood seriously, burst into laughter.

“On a tree!” Lay shouted, bursting into laughter, bending down to his knees.

   The lesson was cancelled. As always! The class teacher should have seen it!

- Finished the game, - Sasha sighed, laughing softly, automatically running her fingers through her hair, - but he doesn't know what Elaida does with those she doesn't like...

    Elaida tugged at the boy's ears, in which she had considerable experience.

- N-e-e-et! - Lan shouted, - Just not the ears! - Women's nails are already stuck in the skin.

She mimicked him:

- Elaida Luificlar! Here, in a perfectly straight line, - and she waved her hands, - we will decide according to the rule of the ingenious Fig!

    Lan grabbed the diary, starting to defend himself with it, but Elaida, without hesitation, picked up the briefcase with her free hand and threw it into the corner of the classroom, as if showing that the boy should go there too. To her surprise, Lei set up the textbook, repulsing the flying giant with it, but apparently he didn’t calculate, and the briefcase flew straight out the window. Lan screamed, angry and flushed - he had only to appear at the new school, and he was already made a laughingstock!

   Everyone was closely watching what was happening: Lan jumped to the window, looking for a briefcase and ran out of the office screaming, shouting along the way: “My phone! My tablet! Elaida Luificlar!... Damn school! I will complain, I will avenge you for this!!!”

“ Mrr , try it,” the mathematician laughed.

  Everyone looked at the distant figure for a long time, at how, a couple of steps before the desired one, the guy slipped on the mud, and then laughed from his dirty pants.