IS THAT A PENIS?!? - open for two others

[BRANDON FAEMEN]

There wasn’t much to do in this class called Anatomy. Brandon actually probably would have never taken the class if it wasn’t for his angel sister suggesting it. Something about how it could spark his interest in “other careers”. More like her career. Yay rah, she was a woman doctor. How was being a doctor going to do anything to “test the status quo” or “break stereotypes”. Maybe he could be a male nun or a male rockette. That would test the boundaries of the norm. Really, they’d probably be happier with him if he was a gay rights activist than a prankster and magician. What they didn’t know, was that he was a professional badass too. All throughout the class, Brandon was randomly pranking the teacher’s presentations, video and whatever else via his iPhone. The teacher was really loose about the whole no texting in class so he managed to set things up before class. This unit was going to be full of surprises.

The reproductive system. How could any right-minded prankster let that go to waste in the boring dullness of everyday learning? So a few gifs here and there on the powerpoint presentation, a replaced link for a few videos, and viola! A masterpiece. He just had to press the button the same exact time the teacher opened up the presentation. Brandon reached into his back pocket and froze. Where the bloody hell was his phone?

Puck rolled his eyes at Brandon’s suspicious thoughts and popped out of his head. He landed on the desk in front of Brandon. “Like I would tamper with a prank of yours,” he tsked and casually dusted of the table. “Why not see if it hath fallen? I doubt anything can remain in those stockings you call pants.”

Brandon looked down on the floor and instantly found the phone: right under the foot of some insolent oaf that was his classmate. Really, some of these students seemed to notice nothing at all, yet somehow English teenagers were the ones running into lampposts. He stood up and got their attention. Really, he hoped the overpriced piece of technology wasn’t broken. If so, his mum would have his head not matter whose fault it was.

“Excuse me, I believe, my phone is underneath one of your trainers... I mean shoes,” he said trying to take the annoyance out of his voice. As soon as he made eye contact with the student, it seemed the teacher had enter the room. Perfect, now he might miss his chance. “Hurry now, can I have it back please?” he said in a lower but more assertive voice.