(Patrick)

I began shuffling through their assignments as soon as the class was dismissed. I only had a second period class and a fifth and sixth. So I had plenty of time. Just from looking around, I could already tell who my star students would be. The top would definitely be Mr. Brendon Urie-Wentz. And the new student, Nicholas Petricca showed a lot of potential to be a close second.

The underachievers were clear to spot out as well. Alecia Moore was definitely one. Joseph Trohman. Mikey Way. And Peter Urie-Wentz. They'd be the trouble makers. Probably try to give me a hard time because it was my first year teaching. I finally landed on Brendon's paper.

'The life of Brendon Urie-Wentz is an exciting and successful one thus far. At just age three he was able to read on a second grade level. By age five he was taking vocal lessons and already becoming the most talented singer around. Needless to say, he is an extremely talented and academically gifted student. With a loving family and great friend, Brendon Urie-Wentz wouldn't change a thing about his life.'

I smiled. It was a good idea to put it in third person, I should have suggested all the students do it. I knew Brendon would be talented. Directly behind Brendon's paragraph was Alecia Moore's.

'I used to be an ugly, fat, Christian good girl. But then I decided to stop living a lie. My mother kicked me out the house so my father took me in. Now I'm back, thin, hot and ready to live the life I want. Get ready, bitches!'

I sighed. She did do the assignment as I asked. I found myself searching through the stack for Peter's paper. Would he be a stellar writer like his brother? Or have his paper be more similar to his friend's? I found it. Well one thing was for sure, he had a messy hand writing.

'I am such a fuck up and I'm always the last to know. My insides are copper but I'd kill to make them gold. Conversation got me here. Another night alone in the city. So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets.'

I had to read the paragraph a few more times to understand exactly what it was saying. It was written so... Perfectly. The metaphors were genius. The ending... Magnificent. It was all so imperfectly perfect. In just five sentences he'd managed to show his self deprivation, his procrastinated knowledge, his want to be better and how hard he'd work for it. He even explained why he think he ended up the way he is. And as I said, the ending was magnificent. I'd expected his to be like Joseph's.

'I'm Joe Tro. Call me Joe. I smoke weed a lot. You said 3-5 rite?'

If he was such a good writer, why did he behave the way he did. Teachers warned me about the him by name. He had yet to pass a class with above a C-. Always barely making it. This wasn't the work of an underachiever. Maybe he just behaved that way in his other classes to impress his friends. I needed to speak to him. I typed his name into my computer and his schedule appeared. He was in calculus. Ugh, I was never good at math.

I grabbed my keys and locked the room door on the way out. I knew where the calculous room was. I'd been given the grand tour by principal Weekes when I applied for this job. I wonder is he was that inappropriate with all the teachers. I frowned when I remembered him accidentally brushing up against me.

I stopped outside the calculus room and knocked softly.

"Come in, please." A female voice called. So I opened the door and stepped in. The students stared back at me. "Mr. Stump, how can I help you?"

"I need to speak with Peter Urie-Wentz." I said in my most teachery voice. "Unless of course if you're doing something extremely important, then it can wait."

Peter glanced back at me with a confused look. Probably assuming he was getting in trouble for something. It was pretty clear Brendon was assuming the same thing. He glared at his brother. Mouthing the words, what did you do. Peter shrugged.

"No. You may see him now. Today is just an introduction day." She told me.

Peter reluctantly stood out of his seat and began walking to the back. A girl with red hair pulled his arm, stopping him to whisper something. He smiled and nodded at her. I walked out of the door hoping he'd understand to follow me out he did. I didn't want to talk in the hallway so I took him to my classroom. I closed the door behind us.

"What did I do?" He sighed.

"You didn't do anything, Peter." I laughed.

"Pete."

"Pete. I was just reading your paragraph and-"

"And you were wondering why it wasn't as good as Brendon's?"

"No. I was wondering why it was so much better."

His eyes snapped up and connected with mine. The surprise in them was wonderful. I guess he wasn't used to getting complimented on his work. The color of them was wonderful as well. Such a deep brown. A soft brown. The best brown eyes I'd ever seen. Wait no. He was a student. They were just student eyes. Regular old beautiful student eyes.