ms class


i love the third years


there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

Ms Quill’s anger makes something beautiful

Ms. Quill watched Matteusz in the kitchen. She had been doing so for a week, but only on days when he cooked meat. He kind of felt a little unsettled about it. “You look upset?” He asked her.

“I didn’t come to sit on your couch.” she sneered.

“Just you seem a little more angry then usual.”

“Of course I am. This house isn’t very big, and every time I see you in here using knives, mallets and implements it makes me angry. I had a bad day, it isn’t fair I can’t hack at something.”

Matteusz took out a bowl and poured some flour as she continued. “But no, I just have to bear the anger.” Matteusz added some yeast and water. “So I need to wait for something to threaten Charles so I can beat on it.” He stirred it until dough formed. “Would you at least pay attention to me when I am yelling at you.”

Matteusz slammed the dough on the counter. Ms. Quill looked at him in surprise. “Have you gone mad?” Matteusz looked at her. “Here, this is alien.”

“I repeat, are you mad?”

“No. Punch it.” She was annoyed now. Mocking her. She punched into the dough giving Matteusz the eye. Then stopped. “Oh. That is good, it feels fleshy.”

“Punch it some more, slam it on the counter.”

She picked up the dough and slammed it hard against the stone. Punched and strangled it. “It is fighting back.”

“It will do that, the more you fight it the stronger it gets. You aren’t going to let it win are you.”

Fire burned in her eyes. She went at the dough for 20 minutes. The dough only grew stronger, smaller and denser. Sweat started to appear on her brow. “It is getting quite tough.”

“You have battled well, but now it rests.” He suggested.

Ms. Quill looked content. “Lick its wounds so to speak.”

“Yes, usually 30 minutes, but I think it might need an hour.”

Ms. Quill left the kitchen and returned 50 minutes later. She had put on a t-shirt and wore an eager expression. “Where is it?” Matteusz pointed to a bowl on the counter. “It has gotten big,” she said surprised.

“Looks are deceiving,” Matteusz shrugged. “I think it has gone weak. Give it a punch.”

She did and the dough collapsed under her fist. “Ah, it is ruined.” She looked annoyed. “It’s gone soft.”

“Teach it to be strong again.” He replied.

Twice more Ms. Quill worked the dough, ready for a fourth round, Matteusz stopped her. He cut the dough into three pieces, and rolled one into a log. Ms. Quill put some flour on her hand and took the dough. “Gentle.” He spoke. She rolled the dough and placed it on a sheet as he had. He spritzed it with water, scored it then placed in the oven.

“Now what?” she queried.

“We wait while it writhes in heat.” Matteusz went back to making stew.

“I like the sound of that.” she sat in front of the oven and watched the bread as it rose and browned.

A bell chimed. Matteusz bent down beside her and looked into the window. “Lets check it.” Ms. Quill moved out of the way as he opened the door. The room filled with the smell of bread. He took out the loaves and set them on a rack. Ms. Quill’s mood improved.

Matteusz took a loaf and placed it on the cutting board. Holding a serrated knife he tore into the bread, steam spilled out into the air. He then slathered softened butter on it and handed it to her.

She looked at it and tore into it with her teeth. A smile came to her face. “I did this.”


“My anger made this delicious thing.”

“The more anger the better.”

“Your world finally makes sense to me.”

Charlie entered the kitchen smelling the warm bread. “Have you been baking?” He asked his boyfriend.

“No, I did.” Charlie was surprised. She thrust a piece of bread in his mouth. “Like that?”

“It is good,” he said sheepishly.

“Damn right. My anger made that thing. So the next time you see me hit an alien, saving your life. You remember, I am a weapon and my anger makes beautiful things.” She was about to leave when she grabbed 2 of the loaves and went to her room.

“What was that about?” Charlie asked.

“Baking, it is very therapeutic. How do you think I stay so calm?” Matteusz smiled.

Charlie shook his head and gave his boyfriend a hug. “I…have no words.”


I decided to draw the Gems as human school kids. While i painfully wait for the haitus to end

Introducing the 3rd Grade Class of Ms. Rose Quarts (teacher)

With Peridot (skipped 2 grades), Pearl, Amethyst, Lapis Lazuli, Sapphire, Ruby and Jasper (held back a grade)

I’ll draw the 5th graders and the teachers later

Charlie POV - First day of school and meeting Matteusz

Charlie awoke at 6 in the morning and prepared for school. Everything here was completely different than his home. As such, everything was both very exciting, and confusing.

At home, he was tutored in private and had all of his needs met. While he had responsibilities, they tended to be towards others. Here he was expected to fend for himself and learn with others. Successes and failures would be for him to own. This is what life now was.

It was too early to leave, so he sat and stared at his phone. He pulled up Google and typed ‘expectations for your first day of school’. Many helpful tips, though many seemed geared to children starting their first grade. Perhaps still applicable, he thought as he continued reading.

At 7:30 he made his way downstairs. He reached out for the door when a hand on his shoulder spun him around. Ms. Quill, a thin woman with severe looks, thrust a brown bag in his hands. He looked down at it confused.

“Only today,” She said with a scolding finger raised to his face.

“Thanks?” He said uncertain. He wasn’t sure if the thanks were appropriate, he had no idea what was in it. He gave the bag a quick shake, nothing sharp or heavy, probably not a weapon.

Charlie packed the bag and headed out the door. He shared a flat with Ms. Quill, his de facto guardian. It wasn’t far from the school, but he wanted to get there early and familiarize himself with its layout.

Arriving at the school he paused and took a moment to study the name, Coal Hill. He began to wonder what the significance of the name might be. The school wasn’t situated on a hill, though he supposed there could be coal beneath it.

Opening the main door he entered the school. The forum was big, and bright. It was also quite quiet. He made a note to himself; he should maybe arrive after 8 tomorrow.

Ascending the stairs he made his way to his locker. He emptied the content of his bag, organizing his books based on needs for the day. He stared at the brown bag sitting on the shelf, lunch he supposed.

His first subject was Math. He liked math. It was definitive. It either was or wasn’t. Having read many books during the summer, English was the subject he dreaded the most. Everything was interpretative to something else, and had hidden meanings. It made him annoyed that authors couldn’t just speak more plainly.

The bell ringing broke his concentration. Looking at his phone he realized he had been standing staring at his locker for 20 minutes. Grabbing his math text he proceeded to class.

Charlie took a seat next to a girl with brown hair. She smiled at him and he gave smile back. She again smiled at him, it seemed like they were stuck in some strange loop. He held out his hand to introduce himself. “Hi, I am Charlie.”

“Hi. I’m April,” The girl said taking his hand.

“I am new. Just moved here, but I think I like this place.”

“Welcome,” April said sincerely, smile returning once more. “Yes this school is great, and the students are very nice.”

“Oh, I meant London. But yes this place is exciting too.” April seemed very friendly towards him, which put him at ease. He enjoyed talking with her, though he was thankful he had his phone. He didn’t understand a number of things she said.

His next class was biology. Ms. Quill had insisted he learn more about humans and what better place then what makes them up. Sadly after the intro it seemed like the bulk of the semester would be studying simpler organisms.

At the conclusion of Biology he looked down at his schedule, physics with Ms. Quill. He had not been looking forward to this class. While Physics was not a difficult subject for him, it was her presence as his teacher that made him uncomfortable. But Ms. Quill had insisted he be in her class to keep an eye on him.

He entered the class and saw April. Good, he thought, I know someone. As he walked to a seat near her he noticed a boy with his head slouched over his arm. He looked about as happy to be there as he was. The boy noticed him staring and sat up, feigning a smile. Charlie smiled back and offered what he thought was a small friendly wave.

Ms. Quill arrived and began the class. She gave the distinct impression she did not want to be there either. She wrote a couple equations on the board and sat at her desk, sipping coffee while studying them.

The class mood seemed rather dour. Looking around the room he noticed the boy he waved to looking at him. He gave a polite smile and his cheeks started to flush. The boy quickly looked down at his work, but thought he saw him peek up at him once more.

“Charles,” Ms. Quill snapped, “Do try to pay attention, and leave Matteusz alone.”

Matteusz, Charlie thought to himself. He liked the name, it sounded exotic. At least not English. He was intrigued.


Billy: Ms. Collins, how did I get a D on this test?

Ms. Collins: Class, what is it called when Billy gets an A?

Kid: Imagination.

Billy: Fight me. Fight me right–

Charlie - Prom Shopping with Ms. Quill

“I’m back,” Charlie announced closing the door.

“Well, La di da,” Ms. Quill replied.

“I am going back out.”

Ms. Quill was confused. “I won’t give a warmer greeting.” He seemed ludicrous to her, coming in and out of the doorway.

“No,” Charlie said entering the kitchen. “I am going to the prom tomorrow night, but I need a proper jacket and pants.”

“Some glass slippers too,” She sneered at him. Charlie was confused, and took his mobile from his pocket. “Put it away,” sometimes she thought he couldn’t do anything without the thing. She had broke it in class hoping it would stop being a crutch, all it did was cost her a hundred pounds.

“I will need money,” Charlie said looking at her.

“I haven’t got any,” she said.

“The card the doctor gave us. It is in your name, I cannot use it.”

She smiled at that. She controlled the purse strings. One of the few things she could control, it brought her pleasure. “I should get my jacket then.”

Charlie sighed. Shopping with Quill was not going to be like shopping trips on TV; Laughing, music, and what was it, montages. No this would be unpleasant. Still, he wanted to look nice.

“I am not going to Redchurch Street,” Ms. Quill interjected. “We will do the shops around the corner that is it.” Charlie was ok with this, it was quicker and there were some nice shops there anyways.

The two walked not saying a word. When they arrived at Koss, Charlie held the door open for Ms. Quill, who brushed by him. She sat in a chair and took out her book, but not before giving him a quick severe look. “Go to it then, I am not your girlfriend.” She had seen the shows as well.

Charlie turned and looked at the suits. April had said boys tend to wear black, so black he would choose. The lighting in the shop was bad. After looking at a few jackets he couldn’t tell if they were all black or maybe dark blue. The clerk seeing him struggle, came to his aid. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Yes,” Charlie said confidently. “I am going to prom. I need something nice. Black, it should be black.”

“You have a smaller frame. I think over here.” Following the clerk to the back of the shop; he watched him pull three suits and placed them on a rack. He felt oddly at home. Charlie pointed to the one on the left. “That one I think, it looks smart.”

The clerk whipped out a tape and wrapped it around Charlie’s neck. He felt apprehensive, and Ms. Quill kept a close eye on him. He took the tape off and handed a shirt to Charlie. “This should fit well.” Ms. Quill returned to her book. “You can try it on in there.” Charlie thanked the clerk and backed into the change room.

The room was small and had three mirrors. Charlie thought it odd that there would be so many. He wondered, do humans enjoying seeing themselves dress? Perhaps it is to make an illusion, yes to make the space feel larger.

Charlie neatly folded his clothes and put on the shirt. It did fit. Next went the slacks and belt. He looked up and noticed his backside in the mirror. These humans are clever, he thought to himself. Admiring, he decided Matteusz would be pleased.

He was about to open the door and get Ms. Quill, when he stopped, why would she want to see his suit? He took the suit off, folded and carried them to the clerk. “I will take these.”

Ms. Quill stood and headed to the till, glad the shopping was relatively painless. “Is this the lucky lady?” The clerk questioned him.

“Ms. Quill, no I think not. Matteusz is my date.” Ms. Quill was unsurprised in the announcement. She had seen them making eyes at each other in class.

“That is a boy’s name, isn’t it?” The clerk looked at Charlie disapproving. Charlie couldn’t quite understand. Was it wrong somehow? Surely humans didn’t put such limitations on who people danced with.

Ms. Quill’s eye’s narrowed at the clerk. She thrust her card towards him like she was brandishing a knife. “Take it.” The clerk hastily rang the card through and returned it. Placing the clothes in a bag he handed it to Charlie.

The two silently walked back to the flat. Before arriving at the door, Ms. Quill broke the silence. “You should be careful, not everyone here approves of same pairings.” Charlie looked up at her, confused at her concern. “Can’t have you getting hurt,” she chided him. That sounded more like her.

She opened the door and Charlie went to his room. He put his things neatly away in his wardrobe. He started to think of school. Had he seen anyone act strangely around him and Matteusz? Matteusz freely held him in the coffee shop. He had looked around the shop before putting his arm around him. Charlie thought he had been looking for someone, but was he being careful?

I will look this up, he thought to himself. But first, I need to learn to dance like humans. He turned on his computer and queried YouTube.

That night was not Ms. Quill’s favourite. She had to put up with a great deal of awful music and listen to Charlie stomp around. At one point she heard a loud thump, followed by “I am ok, just tripped.” She enjoyed the thought of him tripping.