C'est pas vrai, Peter.
Le déjeuner était la plus vraie forme de liberté de Pierre. Beaucoup pourraient s'étonner d'une telle déclaration, se demandant comment une période de 45 minutes pourrait se prêter à l'extase de la libération. Ces interrogateurs ne comprenaient tout simplement pas la beauté du déjeuner dans une école secondaire. Pierre passerait toute la journée à enseigner à toute une classe des choses qui devaient être approuvées par tout un département de personnes C'était une censure hideuse avec l'accent sur l'argent et le temps. Des sections entières de la connaissance pourraient être coupées sur le caprice des soi-disant «expérimentés». Lors des réunions, le temps est devenu monnaie et Peter allait vendre aux enchères tous les centimes qu'il avait pour les merveilles des laboratoires. Les mains sur la science. Les visages de ses élèves s'éclairaient dans une équation de combustion de l'hydrogène, de l'oxygène et de l'excitation chaque fois qu'ils entendaient qu'ils pouvaient faire quelque chose avec leurs connaissances. Le département de musique ne ferait-il que donner aux étudiants leurs feuilles de musique pour étudier, écrire des formules de C D E, mais ne les laisserait-il jamais ramasser un instrument ou vibrer leurs cordes vocales? Vous n'avez pas le vrai son de cela, vous ne pouvez pas sentir le rythme. Peter ne voulait pas que ses élèves deviennent sourds à l'harmonie de la science. Le déjeuner est devenu si important pour lui à cause de cela. Il n'avait pas à gagner du temps quand le temps appartenait à lui-même.
Les étudiants avec les meilleures oreilles sont venus pendant cette période. Ceux qui s'occupaient vraiment du sujet comme lui. En classe, il a enseigné le cours d'introduction à la chimie, la version de placement avancée ainsi que puis a enseigné une seule période de biologie. Au déjeuner, cependant, il pouvait être ce qu'il voulait être. Cet après-midi d'hiver, il était écologiste, montrant les œufs de saumon qu'il avait obtenus pour les enfants bio. Il était au milieu d'expliquer l'effet merveilleux de ces minuscules orbes écarlates sur leur environnement en tant qu'adultes quand le temps s'est écoulé.
Parlant avec joie avec l'un de ses étudiants les plus enthousiastes, un garçon brune aux cheveux beaucoup plus légers que celui de Peter, il avait commencé à sortir de la porte avec lui. Pierre espérait voir s'il avait encore le temps d'attraper même un court mot avec Jérémie. C'est vers les derniers mots de cette conversation qu'il a été renversé par un autre professeur qui s'est précipité dans les couloirs. L'étudiant qui a heureusement été grand et rapide, faisant partie de l'équipe de basket-ball, a réussi à empêcher Peter de tomber en arrière. Un peu ébloui, le professeur de sciences s'est redressé et a balayé les cheveux de ses yeux pour voir la cause de la collision.
Les deux enseignants rencontraient les yeux et se reconnaissaient facilement, Pierre sentant son cœur couler instantanément. Des mots inutiles ont glissé sur les lèvres d'Eric. L'homme aux cheveux plus foncés a laissé tomber son regard pendant un moment enfilé ses orteils sous l'organe circulatoire, où il était tombé sur ses pieds. Sa consternation a été évidente sur son visage pendant près d'une seconde. L'athlète de basket-ball pouvait goûter la tension avec sa texture en gélatine et si vite offert ses adieux. (au revoir, M. "K"! "A demain.") Dans sa lèvre inférieure douce, Peter regarda le garçon partir avant de tourner son regard bleu clair vers le professeur Walker et de forcer un sourire gentil et pratiqué.
"Ce gamin s'appelle Erin - avec un E. J'en ai deux dans ma classe. Erin avec un E et Aaron avec un A. C'est fou. Mais ce sont tous les deux des enfants formidables." Il y avait ceux qui regardaient à nouveau, regardant d'une intensité sans humour. Comme à l'école, Nicole attend une vraie réponse. Une bonne. Sauf qu'il y avait tellement plus de haine aux yeux de cet homme et que l'inconfort de Pierre était beaucoup plus intense.
Pourquoi peut-il me laisser tranquille? C'est une idée qui ne serait pas écoutée. Peter n'avait rien contre Eric, sauf sa colère inébranlable. Quand ils avaient été présentés pour la première fois, Pierre avait été très heureux de rencontrer l'homme plus grand. Il était évidemment quelqu'un d'important pour Jérémie, quelqu'un qui était là pour lui depuis si longtemps et si souvent. Peter n'était même pas jaloux des rumeurs évidentes qu'il avait entendues flotter dans sa classe, car un tel lien était si rare et important. Mais alors est venu la langue aiguë d'Eric et Peter a toujours eu les coupures de son premier fouet. Il a toujours essayé de rester civil, d'être ami avec l'ami important de Jem. Peu importe à quel point il était dur de le faire pour lui.
Le jeune homme s'est tenu sur son propre poignet lâchement, traçant la ligne ghostly surélevée qui s'étendait sur sa largeur comme une habitude nerveuse. Il regarda le signe en question et rit. Il n'y avait pas d'humour dans un tel son, juste une bulle anxieuse d'air s'échappant de l'intensité de la situation. "Embarrassage? Je ne trouve pas ça gênant. Je pense que c'est une excellente façon d'exciter les enfants pour les labos." Peter a sucé sa joue légèrement, mâchant dessus. "Tu n'aimes pas exciter tes élèves?"
Ce n'était pas censé être accusatoire. C'était vraiment une enquête, un jeune enseignant inexpérimenté qui cherchait toujours à apprendre de son collègue professeur. Peut-être, cependant, n'était-il pas maintenant le temps de chasser les leçons...
Name:
Peter Kalenki
Nickname:
For those that he is close to he loves being called "Pet", but if someone calls him that and he is not close enough to them, he'll be incredibly uncomfortable and probably upset.
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
(Pansexual) Almost anyone that's interested in him. He wants to be loved and love other people.
Age:
25
Occupation:
Science Teacher
Appearance and attire:
As Pet is a new teacher, fresh out of college with the shine of the inexperienced, he has an incredibly young and fresh look to his face. His features are smoothed out like river rocks, without any harsh lines or angles. His dark brown hair is just a bit too long and almost constantly messy, always falling into his ocean blue eyes. He's 5'7'' and chooses to ignore the fact that many of his own students reach higher than he ever could. Many of the more athletic students have labeled him as "fragile" and "scrawny", but he prefers "lean". It's rare for anyone to find him without a gentle smile on his face and tranquility within his eyes.
Work Attire- His outfits never seem to change past color pallets. You could not catch this man dead during school hours without a button up shirt (length of sleeves irrelevant) and a tie. He prefers to mix dark colors with light. Dark pants, dark shirt, light tie. Any sort of combination. He has slight astigmatism but is too proud to get glasses and sometimes has headaches during class.
Outside of work- Pet's favorite type of clothes are three sizes too big. He grew up in a large family with multiple siblings, so hand-me-downs were more common than not and nothing ever fit right. Now, when he slides into a t-shirt that hangs past his hips, he feels the comfort of being surrounded by his siblings. However, when going out in public, his clothes always fit right, his hair is always neatly combed and he looks very similar to how he looks at work.
Personality/Behavior:
Around others: Pet has the heart of an extrovert. His entire attitude is based on the idea "If you're happy, then I am happy". He tries his hardest to make everyone he meets feel happy and content and refused to accept the reality that not everyone you meet will be happy. He likes to make jokes and say kind words to everyone, just to be able to see their lips pull into a lovely smile. He treats everyone like a friend right away and greets everyone with a big wide grin. He makes sure to always encourage his students to have fun with everything they do and always tries his hardest to put a fun spin on things. He's horrendously new to the teaching business and because of this, he hasn't yet learned that a big smile isn't always the best way to rule a classroom. He tends to get trampled on by the stronger personalities in the class and can sometimes lose control. In these cases, he can get very flustered and won't know what to do. He's still in the learning process. After a bad day in the classroom, he will often times hunt out a busy cafe or something equivalent in atmosphere and sit himself down and soak in the ambiance. Surrounding himself with the babble of people, he'll sigh and manage to relax.
Another little quirk is that he almost never cusses and would never ever cuss in front of his class. He'd have to be pretty worked up to let slip any little f-bombs.
By himself: Once he's alone, he becomes a very different person. With no one left to please, he often deflates and will rarely smile. He becomes much more introspective. He's terrible at dealing with his own emotions and often times let them fester and spoil inside of him until they have to be released somehow. In this way, he can sometimes explode into fits when he's not focused on the wants of someone else. This is one of the reasons he doesn't like to be alone. More often than not, Pet will make a nest upon his couch, switch on the tv and fall asleep to the voices of the actors.

Pet was born into a large, devote catholic family. Life was simple and comfortable at the lower end of middle class life. He was the fourth of nine children and was the oldest of the youngest children. The youngest of his three older siblings was in middle school by the time he could truly treasure memories away in his hippocampus. They were soon out of the house and free of responsibility just as a hurricane came full force upon the lives of the Kalenki family. It started off with a simple collision on the road. Pet's father had been returning from a friend's house, just a little past buzzed. He got into an accident that was quickly deemed his fault due to the alcohol in his system. He was sued and his license was taken away for three months. Pet's father had also sustained a terrible back injury that put him through multiple surgeries. After a while, the insurance companies called it quits on the family and they were left to try and cope on their own. Pet's father's work at a local community college also gave up on him, laying him off despite his years of compliance and loyalty. Bills piled onto bills and made giant bill babies. They had to move to a tiny apartment, the rent of which they could never hope to make on time. His mother became the only provider for the family and his father was gone into his own head most of the time. He had sworn off alcohol after the accident but had found a more powerful replacement: painkillers. Food was scarce and minimal. Neither parent was ever really around at that point and it became Pet's job to take care of his five younger siblings. He spent his young life keeping them happy and smiling. "Ramen Noodles again?!" "Hey, hey! What are you complaining about? Tonight, we're eating beef flavored brains!" . He never had to deal with the stress of the situation until he was forced to be on his own.
He didn't want to leave his family. He wanted to get a job in town and help provide and add more food to the table and more meals to the day. He wanted to live in the town he grew up in. He wanted to stay. However, his mother had other plans, wanting for him a life that included a higher education. She had saved and saved and saved and gave him enough money to leave their home state and find anywhere else. With a heavy heart and a light bag, he left. College was hard. Living on his own was hard. It was so hard in fact, things got so heavy and dark in his mind, he still bears the scars of wanting to make everything go away. He survived. He endured. He made it through college with crippling debt, but his father's old job as a professor gave him contacts in the teaching world and somehow, Pet found himself in his second year at Blackthorne Academy.
Now, Pet lives his life on the comfort of sounds and found himself hopelessly drawn to the main conductor of noise.

From oldest to youngest:
Ezekial (Zeke) 33 A large gay priest out of state.
Chloe 32 A Sunday School teacher
Samantha (Sam) 30 Wedding Planner but still single herself
Peter (Pet) 25 Science Teacher
Joanna (Jo) 23 (Twin) McDonlad's #1 employee
Timothy (Timmy) 23 (Twin) Burger Kings #1 employee (there's a playful rivalry between the twins that often involves frozen meat patties in places where cold objects are not welcome "What the shit Jo?! Not in my gosh dang pants!"
Ava 21 A smol gay living with her girlfriend and trying to become a licensed psychologist. Enjoyed describing smells to Pet in ways he might understand them, being a bit of a poet. "Apple pie smells like a quilt right out of the dryer, wrapped around you and your whole family. Like a big hug."
Felicity (Cece) 20 Staying home, taking care of parents.
Micah (Mikey) 19 Ran away after Pet left and now won't speak to him (hella angry). Lives with his fiancé out of state. Was always the clingiest to Pet and a bit of a brat to everyone else, perhaps a little bit, really spoiled.

Fears:
Being absolutely, completely, insanely alone. Sometimes, he'll stop breathing just thinking about it.
Making someone cry.
Never being able to pay off his debts.
Extras:
Despite being an uke, he sometimes really likes to be the big spoon. Just to be able to hold his love in his arms and make sure they're not going to disappear from his side.
Pet will avoid certain parts of town, dodging inquiries about the debts he had yet to repay...
An interesting fact about this science enthusiast is that he has absolutely no sense of smell. He will often make jokes about it in class with his kids. He doesn't mind the incompetence of his olfactory nerves, so much as he mourns the effect it has on his taste. Many meals fall flat upon his tongue and because of this, he hunts out extreme flavors that he can feel. His favorite thing is spicy food, because that he can feel in his eyes, his nose, his throat. You won't catch him dead without a little bottle of hot sauce in his book bag. He enjoys horrifying his students by pouring it into his coffee.
His siblings will visit him randomly as guest, sometimes sitting in on one of his lessons. Pet has probably never been as flustered as he is when one of his siblings is in his classroom.