Chapter 9: Class Preunion

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"We provide the colonists with all their finished manufactured goods. We deserve remuneration." Stuart said

"General Washington?" Mr. Feeny pointed at Cory

"Fine. Keep your goods. Like we need your stinking British goods. We're Americans. We're independent. We'll get our goods from Japan." Cory said causing the whole class to laugh

"General, I'm dying for you to elaborate." Mr. Feeny said

"What's the point, Mr. Feeny? We all know we kicked British butt." Cory said

"Winners and losers aside, General. If we do not understand history, we are doomed to repeat its mistakes." Mr. Feeny said

"Oh, who cares about George Washington? Who cares about King George? Was every boring guy in history names George?" Cory s paused and looked at Mr. Feeny before grinning.

"I meant, every dead boring guy." He chuckled

"Apparently, the past holds no fascination for you." Mr. Feeny said

"No. It's already happened. It's done." Cory said

"It's history." Mr. Feeny added

"I'm saying." Cory said

"Perhaps we should study your history, Mr. Matthews." Mr. Feeny said

"I have no history, Mr. Feeny. I'm 11. I'm more interested in my future." Cory said as he plopped down into the chair behind him.

"Oh, well, then it might be more interesting for us to look into our futures to see if we can avoid our mistakes before they happen." Mr. Feeny stood from his desk

"I smell an assignment." Shawn said

"I swear, I didn't see it coming." Cory said

"How could you not? I felt it coming the second he told you to put that wig on." I said

"My assignment for all of you is to create personal histories for yourselves as if you were returning for your 20th century high school reunion." Mr. Feeny explained

"More like a preunion." Stuart added

"Well said, Mr. Minkus." Mr. Feeny complimented and began walking around our desks

"You are the graduating class of the year 2000. What is your profession? Do you have children? Are those children tormenting their sixth grade teacher?"

"Mr. Feeny, would it be ok if I brought my wife?" Stuart asked

"Oh, come on, Minkus. What's going to marry you?" Shawn asked

Immediately, Stuart's eyes turned to me, "Y/n."

I felt my cheeks turn red from slight embarrassment. I shut my sketchbook and looked at the boy, "I'm flattered, really, but I'm getting married to someone else." I said

"Trust me, babe, I've seen the future, and it's all me." Stuart pointed to himself

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