So apparently we have a new science teacher. It kinda suck because he looks like he's never taught a high school science class before. I continue to stare at him,wondering what qualifications he has to be our teacher. He grabs a piece of paper and glances at it before directing his attention towards the class. "So as you all know, my name is Mr.Amour I will be your new your new science teacher. I'm 38 years old and I've taught for 12 years. I have taught all grade levels. and I'm from Valmont, Bysage...." the class erupts with a flurry of murmurs and unanswered questions. "...so I'm not a stranger to cold weather". He informs as he looks out the window to the nearly frozen forest of Blackbourne. " Any questions?", he asks as he once again returns his attention to the class. There are a few minuses of silence. That is until one of the more less intelligent girls of the class raises her hand. "Yes...?" he asks without an expression on his face. " How come you're so skinny? she inquires  with a smirk on her lips, knowing full well that her question was going to offend him. Mr.Amour's eyes flick to my half of the classroom then back to the girl. A sly grin works its way onto his lips. " How come your forehead is so big? I mean there obviously isn't a brain cell in your skull that could give you the common sense to not ask things like that.". The class is laughing and snickering as the girl who asked the question gasps loudly as her face reddens in embarrassment. " But if you must know, people born in Valmont are just 'skinny' in general. This is due to the the fact that we have high metabolisms and our bodies use the fat on them to generate heat.". The entire class is silent. They're most likely absorbing the information or just don't care. " Are there anymore questions? I promise I won't be mean" he says with a smirk. At that opportunity I raise my hand. He looks at me and nods slightly letting me ask my question. " How cold is Valmont?" I ask as I shuffle in my chair. " That is a great question uhhm... I'm sorry whats your name?" he asks as he pulls a pair of thinly framed circular glasses from his bag. " Oh, its Angeleno Sagun." he nods " Angeleno that is a great question. Let's say you brought a mug of hot cocoa into the center of the country and left it for twenty minutes, when you come back it would be frozen. Does that answer your question?". I nod in response while the class once again erupts in murmurs. Then, the bell rings signaling the end of the day and the start of the weekend. "See you all on Monday" he exclaims as we file out of the door. The rest of the year might actually be fun now that we have a new teacher like him. Who knows?