Making Memories

[JoystickHero†]

"Alright, kiddies." The same relaxed voice as always spoke over the rather rowdy drama class, only a few students listening, "Your attendance today is your test grade, so if you're not here, please raise your hand." A single hand raised, which was plaintively ignored. "Don't be a smartass, Al. Right, then you all get As. Try not to break anything."

"Sorry, sir!" Albert Lions lowered his arm with a stupid grin, laughing to himself. Not that the young man could resist. His entire life had been spent garnering for attention, and old habits were hard to break. In a way, he had succeeded here, as well. After all, every teacher he had remembered his name, if only for the fact that he had a talent for being just mischievous enough to get away with it, a boy in a teenager's body. The blond young man turned his attention back to his classmates, and words could not describe how excited Al was. "Guys! It's the home stretch!" No one really responded, most of the class having learned to tune him out, and embroiled in their own conversations. This did nothing to dissuade him.

"It's pretty much just prom, and then the field trip!" Joy and excitement bubbled within Al, and he leaped to his feet, breaking out into an impromptu dance, provoking a raised eyebrow from the teacher across the room. Two hops, and a spin. "You guys can't tell me you're not excited!" A shift left, and Al's motions were interrupted as he caught his foot on a desk leg. "Woah!" Holding his hands out in front of him as he fell, the boy landed, shifted his weight, and rolled forward, coming to a stop in a crouched position. "I'm ok." He reassured no one in particular, standing again and brushing himself off. "...that was fun!"