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igottanote · 12-18-2003, 09:35 PM

Bwahaha.... I know this should be in the fanfiction section, but since the idea was posted here i figured this is it's proper place. the idea of a gang of Epstein kids got me goin.

this is chapter one of a big juicy story. hopefully.

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Ah, nuts. Here we go again.
"Mith-ter Kotter, am I in trouble?"
As I stare down this poor kid in front of my desk, I mentally sigh. Can't even get a funny speech impediment now. I like to make kids laugh when they see me, you know, let em know I'm not another Woodman. If they even know who Woodman is.
"No, y'not in trouble. Yet," Oh, could this be the one?
"Pleathe, thir, I promithe to pay you for the window, juth don't thuthpend me, pleathe!"
'Fraid not, Gabe. This ain't the guy I'm lookin for. This high school has went pretty much down hill since the Remedial Academics class was booted and Woodman retired, leaving the me in charge. It's been four years I've been in this position. Funny, ain't it? I was a sweathog. Way back in the days of yon, I was a full fledged sweathog. Then I came back, ten years later, only to teach the next generation of sweathogs. Vinnie and Freddie and Epstein..and Arnold. Now there was a funny speech impediment. Only it wasn't, it wa just another thing about Horshack, you know? I'm gettin off topic. This guy in front of me is no sweathog. A sweathog in this situation would still be tossing the baseball he broke the window with in his hand as he came in. This poor shmuck probably burned it.
"Ah, don't worry. Just told me how you broke it and we'll see if we can't fix it, huh?"
My long silence lulled the guy into boredom. He snaps out of the trance of staring at my cheap -and only- tie Julie washes for me every night. I don't wait for his answer.
"Whad you say your name was, kid?"
"Tholomon Limbossey."
And how in the world could he be a sweathog with a name like that?
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen?" he answered, as if he was unsure of himself.
"And lemme guess.. you were just playin ball in the parking lot and it went right when it shoulda went left, right?"
He hesitated as is ashamed, but then plowed ahead. "No, thir...thome other boyth did it and thent me to you for them."
Oh, worse than I thought! Nope, this is a Fishback for sure. But since I am the sense of justice as well a devout sweathog, I guess I gotta get these punks' names. For the good of the inner-city, oh yeah.
"Who were they?" I take a sip from my coffee. In situations such as these, the poor schmos usually don't wanna reveal the names, in case they get beat up or something. Oh, Mr. Java, how very good you are to me.
Here leans in close and whispers as if it's a conspiracy, "The Epstein kids."
I spit my coffee all over my desk.
Solomon winces.
"The Epstein kids?!"
"Yeth thir."
"What class are they in right now?"
"They're in different gradeth..."
"Okayokayokay, uh, cool, whatever...."
I frantically search the files in my desk drawers, B..C...D...E...Eg...El...En....Equ....no Epstein.
"You sure it's 'Epstein'?"
"Uh...yeah." he's startin to think I'm nuts. I don't blame him. I tear through my office, searching for anything with Epstein on it, besides my picture of the gang on my desk corner, pulling out drawers, overturning trashbins, spilling out my stash of potato kanishes on the floor...nothing! How?
And then it dawned on me.... they didn't bothr to sign up at open house. Why would they? A big gang of kids like that, too cool for school, they wouldn't go to no open house. How perfectly Epstein!
I remembered the young Mr. Limbossey was still there. He watched me with a sort of amused look on his face, wantin to say something but too scared to.
"Uh...Yer dismissed."
"But am I--"
"No. You ain't in trouble."
He looks at me disbelievingly. I bet he ain't ever seen a principal get so un-nerved at once. But he leaves soon enough, closing the door behind him politely. Yesh, back to yer Fishbackian hovel, you heathenous genius. But am I un-nerved? Yeah, a little. A gaggle of Epstien kids would get anyone un-nerved. But that's not the main reason, after all, if the most I gotta worry about is them retreating to my bathroom and staying there. The main nreason's a question. It's one tht used to be "Where are they?". Now it's "Where's the rest?"

toodles, ign

Moonlight Lady · 12-20-2003, 02:55 PM

That was great! I can't wait to read more.

igottanote · 12-20-2003, 07:11 PM

thanks! and MR. SNOW MISER! Yeah!! Down with the Heat Miser. Boo.
More soon. Bwahahahaa...ha.
Merry Christmas to all!

-ign

12-18-2003, 09:35 PM	#1
igottanote Member Forum Hawk Join Date: Dec 18, 2003 Location: ...who?....where?.... Posts: 3	Kotter 2003! Bwahaha.... I know this should be in the fanfiction section, but since the idea was posted here i figured this is it's proper place. the idea of a gang of Epstein kids got me goin. this is chapter one of a big juicy story. hopefully. ****************************************** Ah, nuts. Here we go again. "Mith-ter Kotter, am I in trouble?" As I stare down this poor kid in front of my desk, I mentally sigh. Can't even get a funny speech impediment now. I like to make kids laugh when they see me, you know, let em know I'm not another Woodman. If they even know who Woodman is. "No, y'not in trouble. Yet," Oh, could this be the one? "Pleathe, thir, I promithe to pay you for the window, juth don't thuthpend me, pleathe!" 'Fraid not, Gabe. This ain't the guy I'm lookin for. This high school has went pretty much down hill since the Remedial Academics class was booted and Woodman retired, leaving the me in charge. It's been four years I've been in this position. Funny, ain't it? I was a sweathog. Way back in the days of yon, I was a full fledged sweathog. Then I came back, ten years later, only to teach the next generation of sweathogs. Vinnie and Freddie and Epstein..and Arnold. Now there was a funny speech impediment. Only it wasn't, it wa just another thing about Horshack, you know? I'm gettin off topic. This guy in front of me is no sweathog. A sweathog in this situation would still be tossing the baseball he broke the window with in his hand as he came in. This poor shmuck probably burned it. "Ah, don't worry. Just told me how you broke it and we'll see if we can't fix it, huh?" My long silence lulled the guy into boredom. He snaps out of the trance of staring at my cheap -and only- tie Julie washes for me every night. I don't wait for his answer. "Whad you say your name was, kid?" "Tholomon Limbossey." And how in the world could he be a sweathog with a name like that? "How old are you?" "Eighteen?" he answered, as if he was unsure of himself. "And lemme guess.. you were just playin ball in the parking lot and it went right when it shoulda went left, right?" He hesitated as is ashamed, but then plowed ahead. "No, thir...thome other boyth did it and thent me to you for them." Oh, worse than I thought! Nope, this is a Fishback for sure. But since I am the sense of justice as well a devout sweathog, I guess I gotta get these punks' names. For the good of the inner-city, oh yeah. "Who were they?" I take a sip from my coffee. In situations such as these, the poor schmos usually don't wanna reveal the names, in case they get beat up or something. Oh, Mr. Java, how very good you are to me. Here leans in close and whispers as if it's a conspiracy, "The Epstein kids." I spit my coffee all over my desk. Solomon winces. "The Epstein kids?!" "Yeth thir." "What class are they in right now?" "They're in different gradeth..." "Okayokayokay, uh, cool, whatever...." I frantically search the files in my desk drawers, B..C...D...E...Eg...El...En....Equ....no Epstein. "You sure it's 'Epstein'?" "Uh...yeah." he's startin to think I'm nuts. I don't blame him. I tear through my office, searching for anything with Epstein on it, besides my picture of the gang on my desk corner, pulling out drawers, overturning trashbins, spilling out my stash of potato kanishes on the floor...nothing! How? And then it dawned on me.... they didn't bothr to sign up at open house. Why would they? A big gang of kids like that, too cool for school, they wouldn't go to no open house. How perfectly Epstein! I remembered the young Mr. Limbossey was still there. He watched me with a sort of amused look on his face, wantin to say something but too scared to. "Uh...Yer dismissed." "But am I--" "No. You ain't in trouble." He looks at me disbelievingly. I bet he ain't ever seen a principal get so un-nerved at once. But he leaves soon enough, closing the door behind him politely. Yesh, back to yer Fishbackian hovel, you heathenous genius. But am I un-nerved? Yeah, a little. A gaggle of Epstien kids would get anyone un-nerved. But that's not the main reason, after all, if the most I gotta worry about is them retreating to my bathroom and staying there. The main nreason's a question. It's one tht used to be "Where are they?". Now it's "Where's the rest?" toodles, ign
	__________________ Ma? .... Oh, Irvin. Yeah, put Ma on the phone. .... Ma! .... Sanchez? Can you put Ma on the phone? ..... Ma!! .... It's Epstein. Juan Epstein. .... number six. .... the anti-social one. Tall...curly hair....

12-20-2003, 02:55 PM	#2
Moonlight Lady Member Forum Star Join Date: Aug 18, 2002 Posts: 16,052	That was great! I can't wait to read more.
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12-20-2003, 07:11 PM	#3
igottanote Member Forum Hawk Join Date: Dec 18, 2003 Location: ...who?....where?.... Posts: 3	thanks! and MR. SNOW MISER! Yeah!! Down with the Heat Miser. Boo. More soon. Bwahahahaa...ha. Merry Christmas to all! -ign