Omar Calderón, aubergine with legs and a moustache (gravitar) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-28 15:17:00 |
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WHO: Omar Calderón [PUERTO RICO] and Señor Chang [SPANISH PROFESSOR]
WHAT: Omar takes a challenge.
WHEN: Wednesday, 11/28; Spanish Class
WHERE: Spanish Classroom
WARNINGS: Changuage
STATUS: Changpleted
"Arrancado." "¿Cómo cómo cómo cómo?" "It's arrancado, señor." Omar made sure to speak this part in English, partially out of spite and partially to make sure that the non-Spanish speakers in the class (most of them) could get the full extent of it. He even made sure to pronounce the word 'properly,' without his own accent shining through. He normally said 'arrancao.' El Tigre Chino stared. Omar glanced over at Carter next to him and flashed him a grin, more into it now that the whole class seemed to be watching the exchange. "And even my Puerto Rican ass can say it right," he sneered, chin raising in defiance. "Learn fucking Spanish, why don't you?" El Tigre Chino blinked. Omar shrugged, then turned his attention to his textbook. "¿Cómo?" the professor whispered. Omar looked up. "I AM A SPANISH GENIUS!" he yelled, getting right into Omar's face. "I AM THE TEACHER HERE, NOT YOU." "I'd teach it better," mumbled Omar. "That's it." Señor Chang stopped, putting his hands together. "All right, that's it. THAT'S IT, MR. CALDERÓN. YOU THINK YOU CAN TEACH THIS CLASS BETTER THAN ME? NO. NO, YOU LITTLE SNOT. MY KNOWLEDGE WILL BITE YOUR FACE OFF." He paused, taking a breath. "I control your life, and there is nothing you can do. TONIGHT YOU ARE MY BITCH." |