Post by Macy Deltine on Mar 17, 2008 19:46:23 GMT
Macy took her usual seat in the middle of her Ice Control class. She loved the room, everything was frosted, and always looked like winter. You could always tell what element was taught in what room, the Fire Control room had a lot of fire extinguishers and everything looked slightly singed, the Water Control room had extra towels and everything looked wet, and the Earth Control room had plants sitting everywhere, popping out from the walls, climbing up the windows, it looked more like a garden than a classroom. But Macy loved her Ice Control classroom.
There wasn't too many people with the power of Ice Control, so people from the other years shared her class aswell, and her teacher was talented enough to be able to teach the different levels to the different students. There were three other people in her year that were in her class; Kerry Saunders, a Warrior, Edgar Evans, a fellow Academic, and Leah Hollow, a Carer. Outside class, they weren't people who would usually hang about together, but in Elemental Control, they got along great.
A few extra minutes late, Professor Penn finally arrived. They had two teachers, Professor McWree,a woman in her mid-fifties, who took them on Monday's, Tuesdays, and Fridays, and mostly taught them the written side of it, and Professor Penn was a young, broad built man in his late thirties, who taught them on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and he mainly did practical things with them.
He came in, with the Ice Controller's trademark, and icy trail left by their feet. He set down his things at the front desk, and then came around and leaned against it.
"Now, class!" He said, clapping his hands together. "Did I set any homework for last time?" He asked, looking around. The class shook their heads, but he laughed at their answer. "I think I did..."
He went around the tables, taking in the iced over sheets. When he had finished, he went back the front, and looked though some papers for a minute, and then turned back to the class.
Behind Macy sat a boy, two years younger her, called Johnny Roma. He poked her in the back, to get her attention.
"Hey, Macy, how's Bonkers from Yonkers?" He hissed at her, and started laughing. She gave him a dirty look, and turned back to Prof. Penn. Ever since she had met Steve, loads of people got a kick of taking the mick out of her.
"Right, everybody, can you all gather at the front?" Prof. Penn said, pushing his desk back, to create more room. When everyone had come up to the front, he clapped his hands together again, capturing everyone's attention.
"Okay, so, what techniques did we learn last time?"
As usual, Macy put up her hand, and his eyes went to her.
"Anyone else? Oh, come on..." He pleaded, and a few more hands went up. "Yes, Leah."
"You taught us, that, eh, ice-catch, thing..yeah?" She answered, almost as if she was just putting words together, not really knowing what she was actually talking about.
"You demonstrated the 'ice-catch', or commonly known as an 'ice-lasso', which is basically throwing out a line of ice, but have control of it, that you can hold on to it. To do it, you have to first throw out an ice ball, but you have to melt it very quickly, that it will come out as a rope. Many times people forget to either melt it quickly while throwing it, so you just throw an ice ball, or they don't keep hold of it, so you will end up flinging a rope of ice at somebody." She quoted her answer in her head.
"Yes, that's right. Now can anyone demonstrate it?" He asked, and again, Macy put up her hand. It was a grade 4 standard, and she was in the middle of her grade 7, so it she should know it. So should Edgar, Kerry, Leah, and two girls in the year below her, but she was the only person who bothered to put up her hand.
"Go ahead, Macy." He said to her, clearing a good space for her to do it. She took a deep breath, started to create a ball of ice in her hands, building it up, to the right consistency to pull off a good Catch. Finally she pulled her arm back and threw out the ice ball, remembering to melt it, creating a line of ice. She finally froze it in her fingers, so it hung in mid air. It was a good one, a few feet long, but she had done much better. Some people clapped, as she melted back into her hands, to freeze it back into her pores.
"Very good, but you need to work on your release a little, but other than that, very good." Prof. Penn commented, while demonstrating the Catch again, for the benefit of the class. She nodded, taking in the advice, and stepped back, beside Kerry and a another girl in Spies in the year below her. "Right, can everyone get into groups of two, preferably with someone on the same grade as you..." Macy turned to Kerry, who was usually her partner when they had to get into twos.
As Prof. Penn explained the instructions, they moved over to a corner of the room. They practiced the technique a couple of times, and when they had decided that they could do it well enough, they sat down on the window sill, watching the teacher, trying to get the younger ones to stop just throwing balls of ice at each other, but actually start to try and make it into a rope.
After a few minutes, Kerry turned around to her. "So, how's Ritzski?" She said, with a smirk.
For goodness sake, another one? Seriously?
"He's fine." She said, little colder than she realised. Kerry wouldn't let up.
"Really?"
This would be a long hour.
There wasn't too many people with the power of Ice Control, so people from the other years shared her class aswell, and her teacher was talented enough to be able to teach the different levels to the different students. There were three other people in her year that were in her class; Kerry Saunders, a Warrior, Edgar Evans, a fellow Academic, and Leah Hollow, a Carer. Outside class, they weren't people who would usually hang about together, but in Elemental Control, they got along great.
A few extra minutes late, Professor Penn finally arrived. They had two teachers, Professor McWree,a woman in her mid-fifties, who took them on Monday's, Tuesdays, and Fridays, and mostly taught them the written side of it, and Professor Penn was a young, broad built man in his late thirties, who taught them on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and he mainly did practical things with them.
He came in, with the Ice Controller's trademark, and icy trail left by their feet. He set down his things at the front desk, and then came around and leaned against it.
"Now, class!" He said, clapping his hands together. "Did I set any homework for last time?" He asked, looking around. The class shook their heads, but he laughed at their answer. "I think I did..."
He went around the tables, taking in the iced over sheets. When he had finished, he went back the front, and looked though some papers for a minute, and then turned back to the class.
Behind Macy sat a boy, two years younger her, called Johnny Roma. He poked her in the back, to get her attention.
"Hey, Macy, how's Bonkers from Yonkers?" He hissed at her, and started laughing. She gave him a dirty look, and turned back to Prof. Penn. Ever since she had met Steve, loads of people got a kick of taking the mick out of her.
"Right, everybody, can you all gather at the front?" Prof. Penn said, pushing his desk back, to create more room. When everyone had come up to the front, he clapped his hands together again, capturing everyone's attention.
"Okay, so, what techniques did we learn last time?"
As usual, Macy put up her hand, and his eyes went to her.
"Anyone else? Oh, come on..." He pleaded, and a few more hands went up. "Yes, Leah."
"You taught us, that, eh, ice-catch, thing..yeah?" She answered, almost as if she was just putting words together, not really knowing what she was actually talking about.
"You demonstrated the 'ice-catch', or commonly known as an 'ice-lasso', which is basically throwing out a line of ice, but have control of it, that you can hold on to it. To do it, you have to first throw out an ice ball, but you have to melt it very quickly, that it will come out as a rope. Many times people forget to either melt it quickly while throwing it, so you just throw an ice ball, or they don't keep hold of it, so you will end up flinging a rope of ice at somebody." She quoted her answer in her head.
"Yes, that's right. Now can anyone demonstrate it?" He asked, and again, Macy put up her hand. It was a grade 4 standard, and she was in the middle of her grade 7, so it she should know it. So should Edgar, Kerry, Leah, and two girls in the year below her, but she was the only person who bothered to put up her hand.
"Go ahead, Macy." He said to her, clearing a good space for her to do it. She took a deep breath, started to create a ball of ice in her hands, building it up, to the right consistency to pull off a good Catch. Finally she pulled her arm back and threw out the ice ball, remembering to melt it, creating a line of ice. She finally froze it in her fingers, so it hung in mid air. It was a good one, a few feet long, but she had done much better. Some people clapped, as she melted back into her hands, to freeze it back into her pores.
"Very good, but you need to work on your release a little, but other than that, very good." Prof. Penn commented, while demonstrating the Catch again, for the benefit of the class. She nodded, taking in the advice, and stepped back, beside Kerry and a another girl in Spies in the year below her. "Right, can everyone get into groups of two, preferably with someone on the same grade as you..." Macy turned to Kerry, who was usually her partner when they had to get into twos.
As Prof. Penn explained the instructions, they moved over to a corner of the room. They practiced the technique a couple of times, and when they had decided that they could do it well enough, they sat down on the window sill, watching the teacher, trying to get the younger ones to stop just throwing balls of ice at each other, but actually start to try and make it into a rope.
After a few minutes, Kerry turned around to her. "So, how's Ritzski?" She said, with a smirk.
For goodness sake, another one? Seriously?
"He's fine." She said, little colder than she realised. Kerry wouldn't let up.
"Really?"
This would be a long hour.
