Alive Again (Open)

[Mr. Kamp]

Driving to the school he found that the parking was taken up by construction of some sort, something that annoyed him quite a bit. But he got over it quickly, parking along the street. To think he would have to walk all that much further in this warm weather! Especially in his nice black clothes which only made the sunlight that much harsher! Parking the old Impala he locked the door and put his keys in his pocket. Whistling along his way as he walked to the campus. He nearly got hit by a student speeding by on a motorcycle, but managed to dive and roll out of the way, shaking his fist at the boy and calling out that he was an idiot.

Whistling once more he made his way to the Administration Building, where he would find the 'largest library' in San Francisco. He made his way to the place having picked up the keys to the Library from one of the secretary staff. He went to the door and instead of finding it locked, he found it unlocked. And when he turned on the lights he heard several sounds of students groaning and calling out to turn the lights off.

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"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDIN ME!"

Reggie called out and immediately students started sitting up.

"DETENTION! DETENTION! DEEETTEEENNTTIIONNN!!!!!"

He called out, pointing at the student. Suddenly it was like a mad rush as students tried running away. To think! Students, using the school library, one of the nicest libraries Reggie had ever come across, as a place to sleep! Didn't they know what these old books contained? What stories and knowledge were kept at arms reach away for them to read at their leisure? Surely students read more than stories of sparkling vampires or cats who help children clean up their house before their mom gets home.

One student was still sleeping, and Reggie pointed at them with a look of disgust.

"HOW DARE YOU USE THE DIVINE COMEDY AS A PILLOW!"

The student rubbed their eyes and got up, "Huh?"

"Surely you know what the Divine Comedy is!?!?!?"

"Is it funny?" The student asked sitting up, only to be smacked across the face by Reggie. Only he found that where he had been slapped there would be a detention slip sticking to his face.

"Get out of my llibrary!"

The kid scampered off groaning as he read the detention slip. Reggie made his way to his counter, and sitting in a chair he leaned back a hand going over his eyes as he put his feet up on the counter.

"God I'm disappointed with the students....."

[David Blaze]

Daid looked up from his shining little parsect of the library. He had seen the door open, his lamp providing light to his book "Greek Glory". It was a retelling of the history of Greece, told from the mind of a man who believed in the gods and put their actions into his words. It was nearly a thousand pages, and he was halfway done, nobody daring to ask him to put out the lights- at least, not since the four students who had gotten a little spanking for interrupting him...they were massaging theyre red butts now. He set down the story, the Senior watching as the man began slapping students with detention slips.

He raised a brow as the man spoke about being disappointed in the students here.

"You obviously dont know where your teaching. This is Moral Crest High School. There are maybe five students who have picked up a book within theyre time being here." He shook his head as if to wonder at the teachers animosity towards the kids who didnt know the reason behind his uproar. He picked up his book and resumed reading. "Ask anyone about a legendary book and nobody would even understand you. Ask them about a legendary fighter and youll find yourself hearing a list of names."

He chuckled as he finished his chapter.

"Face it teach- you aint gonna get much business in this dusty library."

[Mr. Kamp]

"You obviously dont know where your teaching. This is Moral Crest High School. There are maybe five students who have picked up a book within theyre time being here. Ask anyone about a legendary book and nobody would even understand you. Ask them about a legendary fighter and youll find yourself hearing a list of names. Face it teach- you aint gonna get much business in this dusty library."

Reggie was nearly on the brink of tears. Hearing this was tragic! All these books and all this knowledge going to waste? It was blasphemy! It was a damned shame, it was! And Reggie wouldn't stand for it! His face had a look of hope as he tightened his fist, taking his feet off the counter and standing, slamming his fist into the counter, all the dust in and on the books that littered the counter suddenly surrounding Reggie as if a smoke grenade went off. He coughed a bit and waved some of the dust away to create an area where he could actually breathe. He then caught sight of the book the boy had just placed down.

"Ahhh, but there are those who read such as yourself! Surely you have ventured some of the daring stories and valuable information these shelves provide?"

Reggie walked around, almost in the mood to sing and dance with Disney style lyrics while returning books to their proper place. But since he was not used to this library and he might trip, he simply hummed a catchy melody while looking around and getting a feeel for the different sections. After all, he didn't even know how everything was categorized here!

"This is no good.... no good at all! I'll have to make those lucky students help me re categorize the entire library during detention! Of course this may take a lot longer than one detention... I'm sure they won't mind helping me out some more if I give them some tips on what books are the greatest! Oh dear what would I choose? What are the kids into these days? I would hate to have them be into trashy romance stories that we probably can't carry in a public high school library...... you boy! What's your name?"

He was interested in hearing more about the student body, but first he would start with learning about the boy who was reading into a book that Reggie himself had skimmed through. He read at an alarming rate sometimes though, usually because it meant he could go back and re-read a story later with a bit more patience, and it was as if you were reading a whole different story getting all of the detail during the second go.

"Surely you can tell me what sort of books you prefer, and give me a better understanding into the mind of teenagers these days!"

[Mr. Hyde]

The library. Or as Kyle liked to call it, his own little haven. Books were one of few things Anthony loved, and because this was the library, fights weren't very common among the vast collection of books, and any noise that would be heard could easily be avoided simply by moving away. Of course, there would be the odd group of people talking, but they mostly congregated around the comfy chairs, not the chairs placed at the hard wooden tables. Which lead to the reason why Kyle was here. He was sitting at one of the many tables scattered around the library, though the particular one Trey was seated at was covered in books that were piled everywhere. It was his free period, and since he had no classes to teach until after lunch, instead of wasting this free period getting bored, Kyle had headed off to the school library, to read. When he walked in, his eyes lit up in excitement. Given, this library was not even comparable to the main library in the city, Kyle didn't care, there were books here, and read them he would. He probably could only read a couple until his next period, but he didn't care, he just wanted to read.

And read he would. He walked down each aisle, passing through different sections, until finally deciding to start with the book, The Outsiders. Taking a seat at the single chair and table, Kyle would drop the pile of books he had picked out, and sat down, grabbing The Outsiders and began to read. Any noise that had started up before Kyle began would be silenced out, if Kyle looked at a person talking while he was reading, all he would see is the person's mouth moving, but no sound coming out. That's how into his book Kyle was, and that was how much of a bookworm he was. Even now. He was so into his book that he didn't realize someone was coming up to him until he felt his chair leg being kicked, and books raining down on his head, not one, not two, not three, but four books clonking him on the head. "... Ow..." he said, and because his luck was so great, one last book bonked him on the head. He began rubbing his head where he got hit, boy, was he lucky today. That was going leave a mark. He saw books scattered on the floor everywhere, so pushing his chair out and getting out, he bent down, and picked up the books, placing them in a pile.

Seeing no more books on the ground, he straightened up, and was about to hand the pile of books to the person who had dropped them, except whoever it was had disappeared, probably frightened because they had accidentally dropped a pile of books on a teacher's head. Placing the pile of books on the table, Kyle was about to go back to read, except he was distracted by the sound of someone's voice. "... Tell me what sort of books you prefer, and give me a better understanding into the mind of teenagers these days!" Placing his hat back on and picking up the pile of books he had taken, as well as the ones the student had left behind, Kyle made sure to place them all back in their correct location, before making his way over in the direction the voice had come from, and saw two people at the library counter, one appeared to be the librarian, the other a student. "You'd have better luck trying to crack open a safe than try to figure out the mind of teenagers," Kyle injected in a low, gruff voice, "That's one thing books can never tell you, and believe me, I've read my fair share of books, and could never figure them out." Kyle loved books, as evident by the passion in his tone of voice, he didn't become an English teacher for nothing. "Kyle Hyde, though call me Hyde if you prefer."

[Mr. Kamp]

"You'd have better luck trying to crack open a safe than try to figure out the mind of teenagers, that's one thing books can never tell you, and believe me, I've read my fair share of books, and could never figure them out. Anthony Hyde, though call me Tony, or even Hyde if you prefer."

"This is not good! Not good at all! To think, all these students and nobody to understand them? Surely they must be able to express themselves! Do not read books to understand the mind of a teenager unless of course.... THEY WROTE THEM?!?!?!? Please tell me these children have written materials such as books and poetry! Then we could delve into the uncharted minds of the adolescent mind and plan a strategy to let them feel heard and understood! Or perhaps... an internet blog site! Yes, that's how I'll do it!"

Mr. Kamp then went to a computer and typed very fast, creating a Facebook page right away. He put a USB memory drive into the computer USB port and uploaded pictures of Kitty his cat, and pictures of him with Kitty in places all around the United States, including a picture of them in Vegas where he made a few thousand dollars playing black jack and attempting to count cards. In the end it was just dumb luck, in any case he did that and like a mad man began adding local 42 students that he could find using his Facebook and his teacher information such as the list of students that go to this school. It paid to be a Librarian and have student info for book check outs.

"Yes, I will facebook my way into their hearts, giving them constant updates on how I am cleaning the Library and getting rid of all the scary spiders by escorting them outside so they can play in the OUTSIDE WORLD and away from these books. I would hate for them to get crushed by one of the larger texts!!!!"

A determined look was on Mr. Kamp's face as he looked up at the man named Anthony Hyde.

"Oh I forgot, how rude of me! I am Reginald Kamp! The new Librarian, I'm replacing the old lady who used to be the librarian, I heard funny things about her but I assure you I do not feel as strongly as she did towards rulers....."

Getting that disturbing image out of his head he went back to work on his facebook.

[Mr. Hyde]

Kyle just watched, torn between mild exasperation and amusement, as he watched the guy freak out, exclaiming how there were all these students in the school, and not one person understood them, which was funny, seeing as teenagers had the belief that no one ever understood them, books couldn't help him understand them, and though he had been a teenager once upon a time, even to today, he had a hard time understanding them. Kyle shrugged, yes, they had books and poetry, but let's be honest, what student would want to read them unless they have to, lest in their spare time? It seemed however, the man was determined to understand teenagers, for he began to spout out about how if students read, then they could dive into their minds, and let them be understood. Or even better, according to him, an internet blog site. Kyle blinked once as he saw the guy rush off to a computer, and created a Facebook page, and uploaded pictures of what looked like him and a kitty in various places from a USB memory stick.

Kyle walked up to the guy, and stood behind him, watching him work like a madman, adding local 42 students to his page. "Yes, I will facebook my way into their hearts, giving them constant updates on how I am cleaning the Library and getting rid of all the scary spiders by escorting them outside so they can play in the OUTSIDE WORLD and away from these books. I would hate for them to get crushed by one of the larger texts!!!!" Kyle just straightened up and held his hands up while shaking his head in mock exasperation. Either this guy was very passionate about books, or he was completely off the deep end. Kyle saw the guy look up at him, a determined look on his face, as he blinked once. "Oh I forgot, how rude of me! I am Reginald Kamp! The new Librarian, I'm replacing the old lady who used to be the librarian, I heard funny things about her but I assure you I do not feel as strongly as she did towards rulers....." "You have no idea..." Kyle muttered under his breath, even he was not spared from the wrath of the old librarian, she loved to thwack him with the ruler every time he cleared his throat or coughed. "Not even I was safe from her ruler, and I'm the English teacher..." Shaking his head, Kyle saw Reggie had gone back to working on his Facebook page. "I don't really want to ask, but what exactly will this accomplish, per say?"