self-improvement class (a short, pointless scene)
'Come, come, Ivy'll show you something,' he said, beckoning you over with a finger.
You follow him into the room. Dark, bold ink contrasted with the clean whiteboard, which hung precariously off a rusty nail. However, you could not decipher the scribbled handwriting.
A spectacled young man completely unbeknownst to you, clothes and hair disheveled, turns to you and pulls out the chair next to him. Looking around what appeared to be a classroom, only six students were present, albeit only physically. You sit down at the desk.
'New here? They told us this was a special, experimental class. I suppose we're here as lab rats before they decide whether they'd have everyone else attend.'
A rapping of the board prompted everyone's (perfunctory) attention.
'Alright, class,' the instructor pointed at the garbled script on the board, 'This is alchemy class. Before we begin, let's start with a little demonstration.'
He placed three wooden carvings resembling letters on the table. 'We'll start with a very basic transmutation. First, Ivy will put the I in the circle. Then the V. And lastly, the Y.'
The circle began to glow. Students leaned forward in curiosity, when the light intensified, threatening to burn your retinas.
When the light died down, you saw the instructor sitting on the table, hands on his knees, legs swinging back and forth. He hopped off.
'And the result of the transmutation of IVY is "disappointment"!' He said, somehow triggering a 'ta-da~' sound effect from somewhere. 'Now that you know that, you'll steer clear of becoming like Ivy!'
'With this newfound knowledge, you have all graduated from this class. Congratulations!' He smiled, shooing everyone away, gesturing towards the door.
Having been dismissed, you walked out with your desk neighbour. 'Wow, that was the most inspirational moment of my life,' he said, smirking, 'I feel motivated to not become him already!' He did have a point.
Takeaway from this scene: Don't become Ivy, people!
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